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„Come on in, girls! Let's flatten him!“
„No, please, mercy...“ He pulled desperately on his bounds, but the next three women poured in stepping on him at the same time. One with boots pinned his thighs, one with sandals crushed his groin and belly and another with sneakers jumped onto his chest. Annika,
Sarah and Britta leaned at the wall watching the game, and they had fun to see their doormat getting flattened under 480 lbs. The one on his thighs drilled her heels into his flesh, the one in sandals shifted her weight onto his groin; she was concentrated biting into her lower lip and started bouncing on him. The one in sneakers teased and threatened him, hovering her right foot above his face while standing full weight on his chest with her left foot.
The game continued as the three ladies on top were pushed further by the women behind struggling to get in also. The next three, or four, or five were climbing on top of him. He couldn't tell. He was tortured, squeezed, squished, impaled and it felt like hundreds of women stepping all over him, their high heels squishing down under their weight. He only saw shoes and boots coming down on his body and on his face and he cried faintly for help and mercy, but the women didn't care.
„You can cry as much as you want, little bug that you are. We are the only ones in this building and no one will ever come to help you!“
The next cascade of women came down on him. Two tall women in spiked high heel boots trampled on his chest. They dragged her heels across his struggling body. Two others found her place on each of his thighs, while another wearing a white skirt and red high heel sandals lifted his cock onto his belly with her right shoe and stepped onto it full weight, crushing his cock and his groin.
The next two stepped onto his belly, facing each other they leaned against each other and concentrated their weight on the tips of their shoes, crushing his belly so flat they literally went through his body. Their weight was unbearable now and he tried to scream. But he simply had no air left, he only gurgled and the girls laughed at his pain.
At this point the two girls on his belly started to bounce up and down. He clenched his teeth and his eyeballs were near popping out. Drops of sweat were running down his dark reddened head. He could no longer breathe. Desperately he looked up and whispered „Please...!“ The seven women on top of him stopped their torture of trampling, bouncing and grinding.
They stood still and let their combined weight doing the job, slowly sinking into his weakened body. They looked at each other and then down on him, with a cruel knowing smile on their faces. As he lay there fighting for some air a beautiful face came into his view, upside down towering high above him. He could see her red blouse stretched under the weight of ample curves and her long black hair falling around her head.
In her dark brown eyes lay a hint of pity, but then a mean smile flushed over her face and his vision was blacked out by a dirty rubber sole that came down onto his face, crushing his nose and closing his mouth. Eight women stood on him now! Still and patiently they enjoyed their power over their prey, savouring every jerk of his body that was struggling desperately for air.
His heart was beating wildly and soon his convulsive movements became slower and more and more uncontrolled. Finally, everything turned black... The girls looked at each other and kept quiet for another half a minute before they got off from him.
He regained consciousness just to realize he was in another predicament of torture. It was dark and the smell of leather swept into his nose. His hands and his crotch hurt like hell. He was again trapped under the heavy leather couch, this time obviously lengthwise. His wrists were bound to the two posts on one side, with the posts standing on his palms.
And there was another wooden post of about 5 inches in diameter right in the middle of the couch pressing onto his groin. He tried to move but when he lifted the posts impaling his palms the full weight of the couch balanced on the center post and gave him quite unbearable pain on his groin. He groaned.
„Our doormat is back to life!“ Annika knelt on the floor and looked down under the couch. „Why are you moaning? Yet there is no one sitting on the couch...“ Annika giggled.
„Okay, I know, the couch is quite heavy, but it is nothing compared to the weight that will come down on you now! What do you think, how much you can take? I had once eleven girls squeezed together on the couch but then there was no doormat lying under...“
Annika got up again and he heard cheerful laughter from the living room. So the team of brutal girls was still around! He was panicking. If they all would squeeze onto the couch he'd no chance to survive. He'd be impaled alive. The next moment Annika's heavy butt plunged down onto the couch crushing the center post into his abdomen. He squeaked in pain.
He tilted his head sideways but the only thing he could see were shoes shuffling around on the floor in front of the couch. Another girl sat down on the edge of the couch, bringing down the posts into his palms. As his bones crunched he forgot about the pain in his crotch.
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„Come on in, girls! Let's flatten him!“
„No, please, mercy...“ He pulled desperately on his bounds, but the next three women poured in stepping on him at the same time. One with boots pinned his thighs, one with sandals crushed his groin and belly and another with sneakers jumped onto his chest. Annika,
Sarah and Britta leaned at the wall watching the game, and they had fun to see their doormat getting flattened under 480 lbs. The one on his thighs drilled her heels into his flesh, the one in sandals shifted her weight onto his groin; she was concentrated biting into her lower lip and started bouncing on him. The one in sneakers teased and threatened him, hovering her right foot above his face while standing full weight on his chest with her left foot.
The game continued as the three ladies on top were pushed further by the women behind struggling to get in also. The next three, or four, or five were climbing on top of him. He couldn't tell. He was tortured, squeezed, squished, impaled and it felt like hundreds of women stepping all over him, their high heels squishing down under their weight. He only saw shoes and boots coming down on his body and on his face and he cried faintly for help and mercy, but the women didn't care.
„You can cry as much as you want, little bug that you are. We are the only ones in this building and no one will ever come to help you!“
The next cascade of women came down on him. Two tall women in spiked high heel boots trampled on his chest. They dragged her heels across his struggling body. Two others found her place on each of his thighs, while another wearing a white skirt and red high heel sandals lifted his cock onto his belly with her right shoe and stepped onto it full weight, crushing his cock and his groin.
The next two stepped onto his belly, facing each other they leaned against each other and concentrated their weight on the tips of their shoes, crushing his belly so flat they literally went through his body. Their weight was unbearable now and he tried to scream. But he simply had no air left, he only gurgled and the girls laughed at his pain.
At this point the two girls on his belly started to bounce up and down. He clenched his teeth and his eyeballs were near popping out. Drops of sweat were running down his dark reddened head. He could no longer breathe. Desperately he looked up and whispered „Please...!“ The seven women on top of him stopped their torture of trampling, bouncing and grinding.
They stood still and let their combined weight doing the job, slowly sinking into his weakened body. They looked at each other and then down on him, with a cruel knowing smile on their faces. As he lay there fighting for some air a beautiful face came into his view, upside down towering high above him. He could see her red blouse stretched under the weight of ample curves and her long black hair falling around her head.
In her dark brown eyes lay a hint of pity, but then a mean smile flushed over her face and his vision was blacked out by a dirty rubber sole that came down onto his face, crushing his nose and closing his mouth. Eight women stood on him now! Still and patiently they enjoyed their power over their prey, savouring every jerk of his body that was struggling desperately for air.
His heart was beating wildly and soon his convulsive movements became slower and more and more uncontrolled. Finally, everything turned black... The girls looked at each other and kept quiet for another half a minute before they got off from him.
He regained consciousness just to realize he was in another predicament of torture. It was dark and the smell of leather swept into his nose. His hands and his crotch hurt like hell. He was again trapped under the heavy leather couch, this time obviously lengthwise. His wrists were bound to the two posts on one side, with the posts standing on his palms.
And there was another wooden post of about 5 inches in diameter right in the middle of the couch pressing onto his groin. He tried to move but when he lifted the posts impaling his palms the full weight of the couch balanced on the center post and gave him quite unbearable pain on his groin. He groaned.
„Our doormat is back to life!“ Annika knelt on the floor and looked down under the couch. „Why are you moaning? Yet there is no one sitting on the couch...“ Annika giggled.
„Okay, I know, the couch is quite heavy, but it is nothing compared to the weight that will come down on you now! What do you think, how much you can take? I had once eleven girls squeezed together on the couch but then there was no doormat lying under...“
Annika got up again and he heard cheerful laughter from the living room. So the team of brutal girls was still around! He was panicking. If they all would squeeze onto the couch he'd no chance to survive. He'd be impaled alive. The next moment Annika's heavy butt plunged down onto the couch crushing the center post into his abdomen. He squeaked in pain.
He tilted his head sideways but the only thing he could see were shoes shuffling around on the floor in front of the couch. Another girl sat down on the edge of the couch, bringing down the posts into his palms. As his bones crunched he forgot about the pain in his crotch.
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