squeezemeflat
01-06-2009, 2:24 PM
This is another new story from me... It was inspired by a very short Carcrush story from another board which I integrated in the opening (the carcrush scene on the parking lot in the beginning). The rest is pure fantasy of my "pervert brains" :help: No, just kidding :) ! I still don't have any suicidal ambitions, it's just the fantasy that drives me off, so this story is mainly about weight fetish, several women dominating one man and torturing him under their weight. A little femdom, facesitting, trampling is included. I hope there are some guys who like it... Any comments welcome!
SQUEEZEMEFLAT
One evening I pulled into the parking lot of the local pub for a drink. When I got there I noticed a large dead brush tail possum in the car parking spot next to the spot I had parked my car. It looked fairly fresh. I was stunned from the sight still thinking about what might have killed that miserable animal when suddenly a large SUV came speeding into the car parking spot. Its broad tyres rolled just over dead creature squashing the possum totally flat. I quickly looked up and could see that the SUV was full of cheering women, aged from 25 to 35.
The female driver had overshot the car parking spot, so she would have to reverse back in. The possum was in line with her big chunky tire... she slowly backed up, causing the front wheel steamrolling it a second time and the possum's eyes popped out of its head. She then drove forward to straighten up crushing it flat for the third time. As she reversed one final time the possum ended up with the tire right on it.
They obviously hadn't noticed they had been running over something. No wonder, at the size and the weight of the big car with the heavy load of six curvy women the possum was simply no resistance for the steamrolling tyre and the slight lifting of the car was so shallow it went unnoticed by its occupants. One of the women got out, she looked down and cried out: „YUCK!!“ This got the attention of the others and they came over to see. They stood in half-circle around the accident site and started to laugh. This was when I got out of my car and said to one of them that I tried to warn them but they hadn't noticed me. They turned around to me and looked at me with a flicker in their eyes that made me frown. They were all very attractive wearing tight jeans and highheel boots, and they were taller than me. All of a sudden I realized I better should have kept silent. Now they had to think they had a witness for their cruel deed. They asked me what they should do about it now. To save myself from being at their mercy I told them that the possum had been dead before and it wouldn't matter that the SUV was parked on top of it now. The driver said out loud that she would never going to give up a good parking spot just because of that anyway, even if that possum would still be jerking under the heavy tyre! But obviously their car would have been too heavy for such a small animal anyway to survive under it. However, it could be quite a fun having a stronger being under the tyres at one's mercy. She gave me challenging glance. Her mates all laughed and looked at me. I was puzzled, frightened and aroused at the same time.
The redhead woman next to me had noticed my pale face and gave me a cheerful grin. „Hey boy, we're only joking! No reason to to be afraid of us! You'd like to join us for a drink?“ Pooh, I nodded and smiled with relief. So we spent a nice evening in the bar, me as the cock of the walk in between these gorgeous looking women.
I had some beers too much, I guess, and so at some point I started to talk about my femdom fantasies concerning trampling and crushing. The driver, a pretty blonde in her early 30s, looked into my eyes and hypnotized me with her steel-blue eyes. I swallowed and fell silent. Yes, she said, she had already believed that when she first saw me at the parking spot. It would have been too obvious that their crushing the small possum and their overpowering presence of six tall and dominant ladies had aroused me. I didn't know what to reply... She furthermore explained to me, that she was running a femdom website producing trampling and crushing clips and that her friends were not only her best girl-friends but would also share her dominant fantasies and worked as models for her site. They had planned a shooting for that evening, unfortunately the male actor hadn't shown up and so they had decided to drown their crushing fantasies at the local pub. However, if I was willing and brave enough, they could arrange the shooting right away. My heart beat paced up. I was getting really excited and although I knew being intoxicated with alcohol was usually a no-go for me to do trampling or things like that, my sexual arousal took over and I agreed. And I also lost my reason when I agreed to let them leave before me, to follow them 10 minutes later with my car to meet them at a lonely parking spot some miles down the road. They explained they didn't want to make it obvious to the public that we were leaving together. That should have warned me...
The next ten minutes I was very excited, couldn't really sit still on my chair and I left without finishing my beer. I drove down the road and pulled into the dark parking lot a few miles later. The only car there was the big SUV. Parked there in dark conspiracy, full of attractive women. My arousal level was still rising when I locked my car and approached their vehicle. I couldn't help but look once more onto the big wheel that had flattened the possum earlier that evening. The two ladies on the back bench invited me to join them, so I was
sitting in the middle. The door wasn't yet closed when the blonde driver started the engine and accelerated full speed, leaving a big cloud of sand and dirt behind. It was about a thirty minute ride, the last ten minutes via a private road through a forest, when we finally reached their shooting location. It was a big building like a factory hall or a big stable, about 120 by 50 feet. The next thing I wondered about was the fact, that they didn't park the car in front but that we were driving into the hall through the big wooden front door.
They parked the car right behind the door and closed it again, locking it from inside. Hmmm, that'd gonna be funny. Did I have to regard myself as a captive now? I inspected the big indoor play room. In one far corner there was kind of small bureau with table and computer and some shelves with books, DVDs and VHS cassettes. At the opposite wall a lot of different torture tools were hanging like whips, crops, chains, tongs, you name it. Some cages of different sizes and a stretch bank came into my view. In the opposite corner I saw a lot of camera equipment, tripods, spot lights and flashes. From the ceiling some steel rings were hanging down at one part. Half of the ground was soft ground with sand, the other cold concrete. At one spot on the concrete ground there was a man hole of about 6 by 2 feet and 10 inches deep. I was still in awe when a harsh voice called me back into presence. We had to discuss the shooting event and I was familiarized with the plot of the video. I had to play the role of the accomplice of the Mistress' husband during a bank robbery. Her husband had got shot and I had left the scene with all the money. Now her ladies had hunted me down, kidnapped me and brought me to the Mistress' torture chamber. Here I should confess, leading her to the hiding place of the money or... die!
Sounded exciting and funny so far. I asked for a contract but she said that wouldn't be necessary. That was really new for me as I had participated in several shootings and usually there had to be contracts to relieve the producer from responsibility in case of injuries... She gave me a wink and explained straight away she'd trust me that I would never charge her for any injuries that I might get during the shooting. She should be right after all...
I was handcuffed and got a cotton bag pulled over my head before the shooting started. The Mistress was sitting behind her office desk and the other five women, now clad in fetish leather and latex gear and high leather boots pushed me into the hall. I stumbled, fell foward, they pulled me up and put me onto the chair in front of the Mistress. Now the interrogation started, in the course of which I refused any information. I was slapped in my face and choked from behind but still playing the strong and courageous criminal. The Mistress then told me they had certain means to make me talk and they wouldn't refrain from using them. First they pulled me over to the stretch bank and strapped me down there onto my back. With leather straps around my wrists and ankles they started the pulling device until my body was really stretched to the point of aching. The Mistress then straddled my groin and started to scratch me with her long fingernails from the chin down to my belly button, also pinching my nipples. She teased me that this was only the beginning of a long lasting torture she was going to enjoy as revenge for her dead husband. She gave a sign to one of the five surrounding ladies who then proceeded to turn the winder of the stretching device some notches more. I couldn't believe, they were really going to the limits now! I was short of using the safety word, but I clinched my teeth and remained silent. It was pure male vanity not to mark the wimp here.
'Okay, you're a strong guy... But to be strong, to flex your muscles, it requires oxygen. Let's see how long you can do without!' the Mistress hissed with a cold tone. One after another the other five ladies straddled my face and sat down full weight. The others were counting down the seconds until they knew from my jerking body it was time to get up. They were wiggling and grinding their heavy butts on my face, compressing my nose and the latex gear enclosing my mouth so I was unable to get any air. At the same time my body was stretched at its limit and my joints started to hurt like hell. With the lack of oxygen I felt weaker and weaker and also I was starting to get frightened. This was slowly getting beyond the limits of a shooting! And being facesat and fixed on the stretchbank I had no chance to utter a safe word or to draw attention to my condition. On the other hand it was an unbelievable feeling to be such at the mercy of so many erotic dominant women. Two cameras were running on tripods and the spot lights produced a heat that made me sweat. So I was really happy when I finally got relieved from the stretchbank. A little break to regain my strength.
But it wasn't too long until the cameras were running again. One more interrogation on the chair. Once more I played the arrogant man, refusing to submit. Once more the Mistress threatened me with another level of torture. Her ladies pushed me over to the sanded area of the hall, kicking me with their heavy leather boots until I stumbled and fell down into the sand. Soon two of the ladies were kneeling on me, one on my chest and one on my thighs, and the other three fixed my wrists and ankles with leather straps to steel rings in the ground, so I lay helpless spread-eagled on the sandy ground. The Mistress came over and towered over my hips, one boot right and one boot left. Giving me a cold smile from high above she said: 'Ever had the idea what the victim of a stampede must feel like?' She then put her right leather boot onto my groin, slowly transferring all her weight onto her right leg. She was tall, but rather slim, not more than 140 lbs I guessed, so it was quite bearable at the beginning. Nevertheless I played the tortured one, moaning and begging for mercy. But in fact, this was really making me hot, this kind of trampling was like what I had been hoping for all the time. She was bouncing on her right foot, her heel coming down onto my genitals from now and then, fortunately not with her full weight. 'Hey, I don't think you suffer enough! In fact, I have the impression you even enjoy my trampling! That's not gonna work!' At her sign one lady stepped onto my stomach and two other stepped onto my chest, starting their trampling and heel grinding on my upper body. I had to concentrate myself and to flex all my muscles, but after some time it was really getting too heavy. At some point they had difficulties in finding their balance, and with their weight going back onto their heels they really gave me a hard time, sinking deep into my belly or hurting my ribs. I was really getting afraid some of my ribs might break in the process. I groaned for mercy, but this time it was no game. It took all my efforts to flex my breast muscles to save my ribs from breaking that I was hardly able to breathe. I was about to utter the safe word when it went dark... I saw a treaded sole coming closer and closer and finally filling all my vision, until it made contact with my face. My nose was flattened, from the pain tears shot into my eyes and I was inhaling the smell of blood and leather... Now, that was really going too far! But bound and fixed that I was I had no chance to do anything against it. The trampling continued for quite a while, it was like an eternity for me. When it stopped I was sure I had a broken nose and some broken ribs, besides a bruised abdomen and some smashed genitals...
They released me from my straps and jerked me up but I signalized I needed a break, which I got. I told them that I was used to quite some femdom shootings but that this was going a little bit too far and that I was going to end the session right now. The Mistress told me she was quite amazed at my qualities and that this made her going farther than usual. And that they had recorded some really good stuff and it would be a pity to end at this point. However, when I insisted I had enough and had to recover from my bruises she simply pushed me down onto the chair and sat down onto my lap, straddling me. She dug her fingers into my shoulders and gave me a cold look out of her steel blue eyes. I was petrified. 'This is no fun, my darling! We won't let you go until we are finished with you! You are at our mercy now. You have no way to go. You're locked in here with me and five of my most powerful ladies. Your car is miles away. No one saw you leaving with us and no one knows where you are. This hall is on a private property and no one will ever hear your screams and yelling for help except some rabbits or foxes maybe. Ever tought about that, little man?' With that she got up and I was lifted from the chair from two strong pairs of arms on either side of my body. I was horror-stricken. That couldn't be true! What kind of devilish game was going on here?
I was lead to the man hole in the concrete floor. With two ladies taking my arms and two ladies taking my legs they laid me down into the hole on my back. My ribs hurt like hell while they were pulling on my arms. Again I was strapped down with my legs spread apart and my arms to my sides this time. I had become part of the floor now.
Two ladies came carrying an obviously heavy steel plate. It was the same size as the hole I was lying in, 6 feet long and a little less than 2 feet wide. They attached the steel plate to hinges on the wall of the hole at my feet. Then they turned it over to bury me under it. In the middle of the steel plate on its underside there was a big rubber bumper that came to rest on my groin and belly so the steel plate was lying on me full weight at an upward angle. The last part of the steel plate contained a window with a steel grid so I could look through at the ceiling. I was helplessly pinned now, when suddenly the pressure on my abdomen increased and the view against the ceiling was blocked by the death angel's face of Mistress. She looked down on me with an evil grin on her face. 'Now, what do we have down here? Looks like a big possum getting squeezed a little. Quite heavy, isn't it? The steel plate weighs 120 lbs and I'm standing on it with my full 140 lbs. Giving the fact that there is some leverage effect with the board attached to the hinges and me standing forward of the bumper on your belly the pressure is now a little more than 260 lbs. So, in your predicament now, think about your darkest fantasies getting flattened and crushed under the weight of women, you still want my girls step on here with me?'
I felt the weight on my body but still it felt not too uncomfortable. In fact, although from what I had been through till now and from the seriousness of my situation, I still felt myself getting aroused. My smashed genitals came to life again and stiffened. However, I wasn't sure if I could really take all six ladies at a time. Calculations started in my head. At the same time the pressure on my body felt like slowly increasing. That had to be my weakening muscles. But, no! A second grinning face appeared next to the one of Mistress. Two ladies were now standing on the steel plate, burying me under their combined weight.
'You don't talk to me anymore?' Mistress inquired with a stern look. 'Never mind. Doesn't matter anyway. We will find out how much weight you can stand! As you may have noticed, I am the lightest of my ladies. Imagine 120 lbs of steel plate, 140 lbs of Mistress and 796 lbs of five Amazons... That'll make up to 1056 lbs of crushing power!'
I closed my eyes and sucked in a deep breath. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. And I couldn't believe that I was really aroused in anticipation to feel that weight compressing my body. 1056 lbs! I had already been under such amount of weight in another multitrampling shooting, but the weight had been distributed over my whole body and not concentrated on my stomach and pelvis. And it had been only for some seconds. I knew they wouldn't get off after a few seconds. It was going to be hell of a squashing and crushing! And I was helpless, couldn't do anything against it. Soon the weight on my stomach increased. The steel plate was descending toward me, the upward angle slowly decreasing. I heard the ladies giggle and chatter above me and the pressure was still increasing. It was getting really uncomfortable... I had to do something, otherwise they would crush my pelvis! In claustrophobic panic I worked against the straps of my hands. The leather bonds cut deeply into my wrists while I was trying to pull my hands through.
'How does that feel now, little possum? Four of us standing on you? You mind some trampling and jumping?' Mistress laughed evilly. The four ladies on top started trampling with their high heeled boots, slowly increasing the rhythm. I was getting a really hard pressure massage, but even worse was the sound: Down in my hole, buried under the steel plate, the hammering of heels above me filled all my senses and made the pressure I was under even harder to bear. In panic I pulled on my hands and managed to get my right hand free. Then I reached over to free my left hand. The trampling was still going on. Carefully I reached up and pushed against the steel plate to get me some relief. However with the trampling going on and the steel plate vibrating heavily I was unable to hold it up for a longer time. The pain in my wrists was simply too great. I had to save my strength, so I submitted to my fate suffering under all the weight bearing down on my body. After a while the trampling ceased and I once again pushed against the steel plate, trying hard to keep my free hands hidden from discovery.
'So now we push you to the limit! All six of us! Over a thousand pounds and I don't want to hear you begging for mercy because mercy is not part of our game! You will get what you dreamed of and when we're done with you you will never dream of it again!' Mistress told me while looking directly into my face. 'Oh look, how sweet, he's already got a red face! And all that drops of sweat running down... Doesn't that tickle you? Hahaha!' The pressure increased once more to an nearly unbearable level. This told me the remaing two ladies had stepped onto the board. I was pushing hard against, but my arms started trembling from the effort. The weight was simply too much to hold up and I only prayed they wouldn't start trampling again. But they did! That was too much, the jerks against my wrists caused such a pain I had to let off and now all the bouncing weight was on my lower body. I was about to explode. The blood pressure in my head increased, I heard my heart pounding in my ears, my vision reddened and I started to hear all that noise around me like from far distance. I felt my pants getting wet. I don't know from what kind of fluid, but the pressure on my groin simply forced out all liquids from my lower body. I totally lost my reception of time. I couldn't tell how long that crushing torture went on and several times I was short of losing my consciousness. Eventually, the trampling stopped and all six ladies were standing still, enjoying the power over my body. Feeling, how my breathing body lifted the steel plate up and down. 'Wow, you are really a strong boy! Ladies, do you feel how his squirming body is lifting us? Incredible! You must have kind of strong muscles, little man!'
I was totally exhausted. The pain in my lower body and my lower back was beyond description. Slowly I lifted my hands again, any pound I could manage to hold up with my hands would give me relief from the pressure on my bruised and shattered lower body.
After a while the pressure decreased. They were stepping down! I had survived! They'd let me go now! The steel board of horror was lifted up from my body and I was quick enough to cover my hands with the leather bonds to hide my successful escape. Mistress was kneeling down at my side and inspected my body with played curiosity. 'Oh, what do we have here? Some kind of poor and miserable possum, somewhat squashed and flattened, but still alive. Hey girls, what do we do about it? Looks like he's in great pain.' Another lady bent over to look down at me. 'Looks really bad. We should help him and end his pain. Why don't we take the car and crush him totally flat?' Mistress and the lady looked at each other and fell in mad laughter. I couldn't believe what I just had heard.
'Hey, you remember what I told you in the parking spot? That I really would enjoy to have a big and strong being under the tyres of my heavy car? That turned you on, didn't it? You wanted to believe I meant it seriously, and now I can tell: I did mean it seriously! How does that make you feel now? You think you can stand the weight of my car after the heavy crushing you have gone through till now?' She threw her head back, then she gave me another wicked smile. 'My SUV weighs 5,800 lbs... 60 percent of that is on the front axle which is 3,480 lbs or 1,740 lbs on one front wheel. Now, if you put the weight of us six ladies on top you know why the possum looked quite flat... hehehe! I'm really curious how flat you will look after I have parked my car on top of you!' With that she got up and directed the other ladies to put the steel plate back onto my body. I was far too exhausted to resist. I was submitting to my fate, still hoping she wouldn't mean it seriously. Even when I heard the heavy diesel engine roaring...
The deep droning of the engine filled the hall and got louder as the car approached my grave of torture. I heard the squelching squeaking of the broad tyres on the concrete ground when she turned the wheel to align the front wheel with the steel plate. I heard the crunching and grinding of gravel in the tread marks of the tyres. I felt the vibrating of the ground around me. I trembled at the imagination of 5,800 pounds of powerful SUV approaching me. I remembered how the small possum was simply crushed flat to paste under that heavy tyre. Now it was my turn to endure the same! The steel plate started to vibrate and I felt a little increase of pressure. The front wheel had started to climb up the shallow angled plate. But then it stopped. A door was opened and slammed shut. A sudden weight increase and I looked up, seeing directly into Mistress' face. 'So now, you little worm! Any last wish before we crush you to paste?' I was trembling like hell. From exhaustion. From fear. From disbelief.
'Mistress, please! This is no fun any longer! I have done a lot and I can take a lot, but now you're going too far! This car is way too heavy for me to take without serious injuries!'
'Oh, my little man is afraid of injuries? I tell you what: I'm gonna take care of your injuries! When I'm done with you, you won't suffer from any injuries... Because you will be crushed to mush, to a gooey patch of blood and grease! At this moment three of my ladies are sitting right in the car and two are sitting on the wing over the front wheel, not to forget myself sitting behind the wheel. Although you are bigger and stronger than a possum, I suppose it will do. It will be enough weight for you to end all your sufferings! But... if you really are that strong to survive, I promise, I can help you out even then. You aren't the first one we are going to crush. We are very experienced crushing mistresses. I am a girl who likes big engines and I tell you, I can handle them. Next to the hall I have a huge John Deere 824. It weighs over 57,000 lbs! Imagine its huge broad wheels climbing slowly onto this tiny steelplate while all my five ladies are sitting in the huge shovel. I'm not even sure if the steel plate is strong enough to take the weight. If you want to try out, you just have to be strong enough to take my SUV first. And I'll be more than happy to try out the stability of you and this steel plate!' Mistress laughed out loud, it was a mad laughter filling the hall.
Then she stepped back from the plate and got into her car. It should have been the last time I saw her face... The engine roared up, and the left front wheel slowly urged its way onto the steel plate which squeaked under the heavy load, as I did as well. The pressure and the weight was beyond imagination, first thing I saw was the edge of the bumper appearing over my head, then I saw a pair of leather boots dangling down. The wheel continued its merciless journey until it must have been right on top of me, just over the bumper compressing my already totally flattened groin. The engine went off, I heard the parking brake applied, I heard a door open. 'Okay girls, now get all up onto the wing! We'll show him what we've got!' High-heeled boots hammered on the ground, ladies were chuckling. Before they all climbed on top, before the weight increased to its deadly limit, I blacked out...
SQUEEZEMEFLAT
One evening I pulled into the parking lot of the local pub for a drink. When I got there I noticed a large dead brush tail possum in the car parking spot next to the spot I had parked my car. It looked fairly fresh. I was stunned from the sight still thinking about what might have killed that miserable animal when suddenly a large SUV came speeding into the car parking spot. Its broad tyres rolled just over dead creature squashing the possum totally flat. I quickly looked up and could see that the SUV was full of cheering women, aged from 25 to 35.
The female driver had overshot the car parking spot, so she would have to reverse back in. The possum was in line with her big chunky tire... she slowly backed up, causing the front wheel steamrolling it a second time and the possum's eyes popped out of its head. She then drove forward to straighten up crushing it flat for the third time. As she reversed one final time the possum ended up with the tire right on it.
They obviously hadn't noticed they had been running over something. No wonder, at the size and the weight of the big car with the heavy load of six curvy women the possum was simply no resistance for the steamrolling tyre and the slight lifting of the car was so shallow it went unnoticed by its occupants. One of the women got out, she looked down and cried out: „YUCK!!“ This got the attention of the others and they came over to see. They stood in half-circle around the accident site and started to laugh. This was when I got out of my car and said to one of them that I tried to warn them but they hadn't noticed me. They turned around to me and looked at me with a flicker in their eyes that made me frown. They were all very attractive wearing tight jeans and highheel boots, and they were taller than me. All of a sudden I realized I better should have kept silent. Now they had to think they had a witness for their cruel deed. They asked me what they should do about it now. To save myself from being at their mercy I told them that the possum had been dead before and it wouldn't matter that the SUV was parked on top of it now. The driver said out loud that she would never going to give up a good parking spot just because of that anyway, even if that possum would still be jerking under the heavy tyre! But obviously their car would have been too heavy for such a small animal anyway to survive under it. However, it could be quite a fun having a stronger being under the tyres at one's mercy. She gave me challenging glance. Her mates all laughed and looked at me. I was puzzled, frightened and aroused at the same time.
The redhead woman next to me had noticed my pale face and gave me a cheerful grin. „Hey boy, we're only joking! No reason to to be afraid of us! You'd like to join us for a drink?“ Pooh, I nodded and smiled with relief. So we spent a nice evening in the bar, me as the cock of the walk in between these gorgeous looking women.
I had some beers too much, I guess, and so at some point I started to talk about my femdom fantasies concerning trampling and crushing. The driver, a pretty blonde in her early 30s, looked into my eyes and hypnotized me with her steel-blue eyes. I swallowed and fell silent. Yes, she said, she had already believed that when she first saw me at the parking spot. It would have been too obvious that their crushing the small possum and their overpowering presence of six tall and dominant ladies had aroused me. I didn't know what to reply... She furthermore explained to me, that she was running a femdom website producing trampling and crushing clips and that her friends were not only her best girl-friends but would also share her dominant fantasies and worked as models for her site. They had planned a shooting for that evening, unfortunately the male actor hadn't shown up and so they had decided to drown their crushing fantasies at the local pub. However, if I was willing and brave enough, they could arrange the shooting right away. My heart beat paced up. I was getting really excited and although I knew being intoxicated with alcohol was usually a no-go for me to do trampling or things like that, my sexual arousal took over and I agreed. And I also lost my reason when I agreed to let them leave before me, to follow them 10 minutes later with my car to meet them at a lonely parking spot some miles down the road. They explained they didn't want to make it obvious to the public that we were leaving together. That should have warned me...
The next ten minutes I was very excited, couldn't really sit still on my chair and I left without finishing my beer. I drove down the road and pulled into the dark parking lot a few miles later. The only car there was the big SUV. Parked there in dark conspiracy, full of attractive women. My arousal level was still rising when I locked my car and approached their vehicle. I couldn't help but look once more onto the big wheel that had flattened the possum earlier that evening. The two ladies on the back bench invited me to join them, so I was
sitting in the middle. The door wasn't yet closed when the blonde driver started the engine and accelerated full speed, leaving a big cloud of sand and dirt behind. It was about a thirty minute ride, the last ten minutes via a private road through a forest, when we finally reached their shooting location. It was a big building like a factory hall or a big stable, about 120 by 50 feet. The next thing I wondered about was the fact, that they didn't park the car in front but that we were driving into the hall through the big wooden front door.
They parked the car right behind the door and closed it again, locking it from inside. Hmmm, that'd gonna be funny. Did I have to regard myself as a captive now? I inspected the big indoor play room. In one far corner there was kind of small bureau with table and computer and some shelves with books, DVDs and VHS cassettes. At the opposite wall a lot of different torture tools were hanging like whips, crops, chains, tongs, you name it. Some cages of different sizes and a stretch bank came into my view. In the opposite corner I saw a lot of camera equipment, tripods, spot lights and flashes. From the ceiling some steel rings were hanging down at one part. Half of the ground was soft ground with sand, the other cold concrete. At one spot on the concrete ground there was a man hole of about 6 by 2 feet and 10 inches deep. I was still in awe when a harsh voice called me back into presence. We had to discuss the shooting event and I was familiarized with the plot of the video. I had to play the role of the accomplice of the Mistress' husband during a bank robbery. Her husband had got shot and I had left the scene with all the money. Now her ladies had hunted me down, kidnapped me and brought me to the Mistress' torture chamber. Here I should confess, leading her to the hiding place of the money or... die!
Sounded exciting and funny so far. I asked for a contract but she said that wouldn't be necessary. That was really new for me as I had participated in several shootings and usually there had to be contracts to relieve the producer from responsibility in case of injuries... She gave me a wink and explained straight away she'd trust me that I would never charge her for any injuries that I might get during the shooting. She should be right after all...
I was handcuffed and got a cotton bag pulled over my head before the shooting started. The Mistress was sitting behind her office desk and the other five women, now clad in fetish leather and latex gear and high leather boots pushed me into the hall. I stumbled, fell foward, they pulled me up and put me onto the chair in front of the Mistress. Now the interrogation started, in the course of which I refused any information. I was slapped in my face and choked from behind but still playing the strong and courageous criminal. The Mistress then told me they had certain means to make me talk and they wouldn't refrain from using them. First they pulled me over to the stretch bank and strapped me down there onto my back. With leather straps around my wrists and ankles they started the pulling device until my body was really stretched to the point of aching. The Mistress then straddled my groin and started to scratch me with her long fingernails from the chin down to my belly button, also pinching my nipples. She teased me that this was only the beginning of a long lasting torture she was going to enjoy as revenge for her dead husband. She gave a sign to one of the five surrounding ladies who then proceeded to turn the winder of the stretching device some notches more. I couldn't believe, they were really going to the limits now! I was short of using the safety word, but I clinched my teeth and remained silent. It was pure male vanity not to mark the wimp here.
'Okay, you're a strong guy... But to be strong, to flex your muscles, it requires oxygen. Let's see how long you can do without!' the Mistress hissed with a cold tone. One after another the other five ladies straddled my face and sat down full weight. The others were counting down the seconds until they knew from my jerking body it was time to get up. They were wiggling and grinding their heavy butts on my face, compressing my nose and the latex gear enclosing my mouth so I was unable to get any air. At the same time my body was stretched at its limit and my joints started to hurt like hell. With the lack of oxygen I felt weaker and weaker and also I was starting to get frightened. This was slowly getting beyond the limits of a shooting! And being facesat and fixed on the stretchbank I had no chance to utter a safe word or to draw attention to my condition. On the other hand it was an unbelievable feeling to be such at the mercy of so many erotic dominant women. Two cameras were running on tripods and the spot lights produced a heat that made me sweat. So I was really happy when I finally got relieved from the stretchbank. A little break to regain my strength.
But it wasn't too long until the cameras were running again. One more interrogation on the chair. Once more I played the arrogant man, refusing to submit. Once more the Mistress threatened me with another level of torture. Her ladies pushed me over to the sanded area of the hall, kicking me with their heavy leather boots until I stumbled and fell down into the sand. Soon two of the ladies were kneeling on me, one on my chest and one on my thighs, and the other three fixed my wrists and ankles with leather straps to steel rings in the ground, so I lay helpless spread-eagled on the sandy ground. The Mistress came over and towered over my hips, one boot right and one boot left. Giving me a cold smile from high above she said: 'Ever had the idea what the victim of a stampede must feel like?' She then put her right leather boot onto my groin, slowly transferring all her weight onto her right leg. She was tall, but rather slim, not more than 140 lbs I guessed, so it was quite bearable at the beginning. Nevertheless I played the tortured one, moaning and begging for mercy. But in fact, this was really making me hot, this kind of trampling was like what I had been hoping for all the time. She was bouncing on her right foot, her heel coming down onto my genitals from now and then, fortunately not with her full weight. 'Hey, I don't think you suffer enough! In fact, I have the impression you even enjoy my trampling! That's not gonna work!' At her sign one lady stepped onto my stomach and two other stepped onto my chest, starting their trampling and heel grinding on my upper body. I had to concentrate myself and to flex all my muscles, but after some time it was really getting too heavy. At some point they had difficulties in finding their balance, and with their weight going back onto their heels they really gave me a hard time, sinking deep into my belly or hurting my ribs. I was really getting afraid some of my ribs might break in the process. I groaned for mercy, but this time it was no game. It took all my efforts to flex my breast muscles to save my ribs from breaking that I was hardly able to breathe. I was about to utter the safe word when it went dark... I saw a treaded sole coming closer and closer and finally filling all my vision, until it made contact with my face. My nose was flattened, from the pain tears shot into my eyes and I was inhaling the smell of blood and leather... Now, that was really going too far! But bound and fixed that I was I had no chance to do anything against it. The trampling continued for quite a while, it was like an eternity for me. When it stopped I was sure I had a broken nose and some broken ribs, besides a bruised abdomen and some smashed genitals...
They released me from my straps and jerked me up but I signalized I needed a break, which I got. I told them that I was used to quite some femdom shootings but that this was going a little bit too far and that I was going to end the session right now. The Mistress told me she was quite amazed at my qualities and that this made her going farther than usual. And that they had recorded some really good stuff and it would be a pity to end at this point. However, when I insisted I had enough and had to recover from my bruises she simply pushed me down onto the chair and sat down onto my lap, straddling me. She dug her fingers into my shoulders and gave me a cold look out of her steel blue eyes. I was petrified. 'This is no fun, my darling! We won't let you go until we are finished with you! You are at our mercy now. You have no way to go. You're locked in here with me and five of my most powerful ladies. Your car is miles away. No one saw you leaving with us and no one knows where you are. This hall is on a private property and no one will ever hear your screams and yelling for help except some rabbits or foxes maybe. Ever tought about that, little man?' With that she got up and I was lifted from the chair from two strong pairs of arms on either side of my body. I was horror-stricken. That couldn't be true! What kind of devilish game was going on here?
I was lead to the man hole in the concrete floor. With two ladies taking my arms and two ladies taking my legs they laid me down into the hole on my back. My ribs hurt like hell while they were pulling on my arms. Again I was strapped down with my legs spread apart and my arms to my sides this time. I had become part of the floor now.
Two ladies came carrying an obviously heavy steel plate. It was the same size as the hole I was lying in, 6 feet long and a little less than 2 feet wide. They attached the steel plate to hinges on the wall of the hole at my feet. Then they turned it over to bury me under it. In the middle of the steel plate on its underside there was a big rubber bumper that came to rest on my groin and belly so the steel plate was lying on me full weight at an upward angle. The last part of the steel plate contained a window with a steel grid so I could look through at the ceiling. I was helplessly pinned now, when suddenly the pressure on my abdomen increased and the view against the ceiling was blocked by the death angel's face of Mistress. She looked down on me with an evil grin on her face. 'Now, what do we have down here? Looks like a big possum getting squeezed a little. Quite heavy, isn't it? The steel plate weighs 120 lbs and I'm standing on it with my full 140 lbs. Giving the fact that there is some leverage effect with the board attached to the hinges and me standing forward of the bumper on your belly the pressure is now a little more than 260 lbs. So, in your predicament now, think about your darkest fantasies getting flattened and crushed under the weight of women, you still want my girls step on here with me?'
I felt the weight on my body but still it felt not too uncomfortable. In fact, although from what I had been through till now and from the seriousness of my situation, I still felt myself getting aroused. My smashed genitals came to life again and stiffened. However, I wasn't sure if I could really take all six ladies at a time. Calculations started in my head. At the same time the pressure on my body felt like slowly increasing. That had to be my weakening muscles. But, no! A second grinning face appeared next to the one of Mistress. Two ladies were now standing on the steel plate, burying me under their combined weight.
'You don't talk to me anymore?' Mistress inquired with a stern look. 'Never mind. Doesn't matter anyway. We will find out how much weight you can stand! As you may have noticed, I am the lightest of my ladies. Imagine 120 lbs of steel plate, 140 lbs of Mistress and 796 lbs of five Amazons... That'll make up to 1056 lbs of crushing power!'
I closed my eyes and sucked in a deep breath. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. And I couldn't believe that I was really aroused in anticipation to feel that weight compressing my body. 1056 lbs! I had already been under such amount of weight in another multitrampling shooting, but the weight had been distributed over my whole body and not concentrated on my stomach and pelvis. And it had been only for some seconds. I knew they wouldn't get off after a few seconds. It was going to be hell of a squashing and crushing! And I was helpless, couldn't do anything against it. Soon the weight on my stomach increased. The steel plate was descending toward me, the upward angle slowly decreasing. I heard the ladies giggle and chatter above me and the pressure was still increasing. It was getting really uncomfortable... I had to do something, otherwise they would crush my pelvis! In claustrophobic panic I worked against the straps of my hands. The leather bonds cut deeply into my wrists while I was trying to pull my hands through.
'How does that feel now, little possum? Four of us standing on you? You mind some trampling and jumping?' Mistress laughed evilly. The four ladies on top started trampling with their high heeled boots, slowly increasing the rhythm. I was getting a really hard pressure massage, but even worse was the sound: Down in my hole, buried under the steel plate, the hammering of heels above me filled all my senses and made the pressure I was under even harder to bear. In panic I pulled on my hands and managed to get my right hand free. Then I reached over to free my left hand. The trampling was still going on. Carefully I reached up and pushed against the steel plate to get me some relief. However with the trampling going on and the steel plate vibrating heavily I was unable to hold it up for a longer time. The pain in my wrists was simply too great. I had to save my strength, so I submitted to my fate suffering under all the weight bearing down on my body. After a while the trampling ceased and I once again pushed against the steel plate, trying hard to keep my free hands hidden from discovery.
'So now we push you to the limit! All six of us! Over a thousand pounds and I don't want to hear you begging for mercy because mercy is not part of our game! You will get what you dreamed of and when we're done with you you will never dream of it again!' Mistress told me while looking directly into my face. 'Oh look, how sweet, he's already got a red face! And all that drops of sweat running down... Doesn't that tickle you? Hahaha!' The pressure increased once more to an nearly unbearable level. This told me the remaing two ladies had stepped onto the board. I was pushing hard against, but my arms started trembling from the effort. The weight was simply too much to hold up and I only prayed they wouldn't start trampling again. But they did! That was too much, the jerks against my wrists caused such a pain I had to let off and now all the bouncing weight was on my lower body. I was about to explode. The blood pressure in my head increased, I heard my heart pounding in my ears, my vision reddened and I started to hear all that noise around me like from far distance. I felt my pants getting wet. I don't know from what kind of fluid, but the pressure on my groin simply forced out all liquids from my lower body. I totally lost my reception of time. I couldn't tell how long that crushing torture went on and several times I was short of losing my consciousness. Eventually, the trampling stopped and all six ladies were standing still, enjoying the power over my body. Feeling, how my breathing body lifted the steel plate up and down. 'Wow, you are really a strong boy! Ladies, do you feel how his squirming body is lifting us? Incredible! You must have kind of strong muscles, little man!'
I was totally exhausted. The pain in my lower body and my lower back was beyond description. Slowly I lifted my hands again, any pound I could manage to hold up with my hands would give me relief from the pressure on my bruised and shattered lower body.
After a while the pressure decreased. They were stepping down! I had survived! They'd let me go now! The steel board of horror was lifted up from my body and I was quick enough to cover my hands with the leather bonds to hide my successful escape. Mistress was kneeling down at my side and inspected my body with played curiosity. 'Oh, what do we have here? Some kind of poor and miserable possum, somewhat squashed and flattened, but still alive. Hey girls, what do we do about it? Looks like he's in great pain.' Another lady bent over to look down at me. 'Looks really bad. We should help him and end his pain. Why don't we take the car and crush him totally flat?' Mistress and the lady looked at each other and fell in mad laughter. I couldn't believe what I just had heard.
'Hey, you remember what I told you in the parking spot? That I really would enjoy to have a big and strong being under the tyres of my heavy car? That turned you on, didn't it? You wanted to believe I meant it seriously, and now I can tell: I did mean it seriously! How does that make you feel now? You think you can stand the weight of my car after the heavy crushing you have gone through till now?' She threw her head back, then she gave me another wicked smile. 'My SUV weighs 5,800 lbs... 60 percent of that is on the front axle which is 3,480 lbs or 1,740 lbs on one front wheel. Now, if you put the weight of us six ladies on top you know why the possum looked quite flat... hehehe! I'm really curious how flat you will look after I have parked my car on top of you!' With that she got up and directed the other ladies to put the steel plate back onto my body. I was far too exhausted to resist. I was submitting to my fate, still hoping she wouldn't mean it seriously. Even when I heard the heavy diesel engine roaring...
The deep droning of the engine filled the hall and got louder as the car approached my grave of torture. I heard the squelching squeaking of the broad tyres on the concrete ground when she turned the wheel to align the front wheel with the steel plate. I heard the crunching and grinding of gravel in the tread marks of the tyres. I felt the vibrating of the ground around me. I trembled at the imagination of 5,800 pounds of powerful SUV approaching me. I remembered how the small possum was simply crushed flat to paste under that heavy tyre. Now it was my turn to endure the same! The steel plate started to vibrate and I felt a little increase of pressure. The front wheel had started to climb up the shallow angled plate. But then it stopped. A door was opened and slammed shut. A sudden weight increase and I looked up, seeing directly into Mistress' face. 'So now, you little worm! Any last wish before we crush you to paste?' I was trembling like hell. From exhaustion. From fear. From disbelief.
'Mistress, please! This is no fun any longer! I have done a lot and I can take a lot, but now you're going too far! This car is way too heavy for me to take without serious injuries!'
'Oh, my little man is afraid of injuries? I tell you what: I'm gonna take care of your injuries! When I'm done with you, you won't suffer from any injuries... Because you will be crushed to mush, to a gooey patch of blood and grease! At this moment three of my ladies are sitting right in the car and two are sitting on the wing over the front wheel, not to forget myself sitting behind the wheel. Although you are bigger and stronger than a possum, I suppose it will do. It will be enough weight for you to end all your sufferings! But... if you really are that strong to survive, I promise, I can help you out even then. You aren't the first one we are going to crush. We are very experienced crushing mistresses. I am a girl who likes big engines and I tell you, I can handle them. Next to the hall I have a huge John Deere 824. It weighs over 57,000 lbs! Imagine its huge broad wheels climbing slowly onto this tiny steelplate while all my five ladies are sitting in the huge shovel. I'm not even sure if the steel plate is strong enough to take the weight. If you want to try out, you just have to be strong enough to take my SUV first. And I'll be more than happy to try out the stability of you and this steel plate!' Mistress laughed out loud, it was a mad laughter filling the hall.
Then she stepped back from the plate and got into her car. It should have been the last time I saw her face... The engine roared up, and the left front wheel slowly urged its way onto the steel plate which squeaked under the heavy load, as I did as well. The pressure and the weight was beyond imagination, first thing I saw was the edge of the bumper appearing over my head, then I saw a pair of leather boots dangling down. The wheel continued its merciless journey until it must have been right on top of me, just over the bumper compressing my already totally flattened groin. The engine went off, I heard the parking brake applied, I heard a door open. 'Okay girls, now get all up onto the wing! We'll show him what we've got!' High-heeled boots hammered on the ground, ladies were chuckling. Before they all climbed on top, before the weight increased to its deadly limit, I blacked out...