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„Come on in, girls! Let's flatten him!“
„No, please! Mercy! You break my bones! Please get off!“
„If there is too much weight on your palms we can do something about it!“ another woman laughed and lowered her weight onto the other side of the couch, lifting the opposite end from his hands. But now the whole weight of the couch and three women was balanced on the center post on him! The tremendous pressure gave him unbearable pain.
„Oh no! Please get off, I can't take it anymore!“
„Shut up, you little bug! It's only three of us sitting on the couch, barely 500 lbs. 18 are still waiting for a place to sit down! So imagine the weight you are under now multiplied by seven! That'll crush you like a cockroach! We could squish you alive in a second! But we want to have our fun with you a little longer!“
To his relief Annika got up from the couch. He could only see her boots standing in front of the couch. She seemed to hesitate. Then he saw her boots lifting from the ground and the next moment he was crushed again as Annika landed hard on the sofa. He was wincing in agony. Would this ever end? The next hours (was it hours? It felt like...) they tortured him under the couch, changing places, playing seesaw, impaling his crotch and his hands.
Most of the time there weren't more than five girls at a time on the couch but to him it felt like the whole group was teaming up agianst him burying him under tons of female flesh. Several times he was short of blacking out. And from some point he couldn't remember anything...
And now he was back in reality. Was it reality? This elevator shaft had a futuristic and surrealistic look. He looked up and saw the elevator a couple of floors up. The elevator had a clear glass bottom and glass sides. Suddenly the doors opened and he saw a gang of about 20 voluptuous girls walking in. Still unsure about his faint memories he admired the view, when suddenly a familiar voice penetrated his ears.
„Oh look, girls, a peeping tom!“ Annika cheered.
„Let's squash him! That'll teach him!“
„Yeah, we're gonna squish him like a grape!“
Their voices thundered in the lift shaft, there had to be a loudspeaker somewhere.
„I'm sorry, my dear, but you weren't quite that enduring doormat I expected you to be. You never had all 21 of us on top of you at the same time, but blacked out all the time. Now you get your last chance.
If you survive our Elevator of Evil I will keep you as my personal doormat. But honestly, I don't believe you will. No one ever survived this. About 2000 lbs of steel and glass and 3400 lbs of merciless women will squish you out of existence, will crush you into oblivion! Okay, let's start the game!“
Then they started laughing out loud as one of the girls pressed the ground button. Immediately he realized the mortal danger he was in. He was frozen in shock. This was definitely going too far! Obviously the springloaded rubber bumper he was strapped upon was to stop the elevator just in case it went through the ground level stop.
Usually the elevator would stop before, leaving a gap of one or two inches, which would be definitely too small to save him from his fate of being squashed to death under the weight of the elevator and the weight of 21 no light-weight women. With just his torso lying on the bumper only his lower body and chest would get the whole crushing weight.
With all of his strength he pulled the ropes that strapped him down. They didn't move a single millimetre. He panicked as he realized there was no escape. The lift got closer and closer, moving very slowly, the girls grew bigger and bigger. He saw them all looking down onto him having a mean grin on their faces. They were towering like giantesses above him, the view was out of this world!
„Oh, he looks so scared...“
„Now you are frightened of such beautiful women, you little fellow, aren't you?“
„Well, he should! Just imagine how awesome that must feel, getting literally crushed under our combined body weights... That will be a real mess to clean up afterwards!“
The elevator was moving like slow-motion,
its descent seemed to go on for eternity, but he couldn't enjoy the view, awaiting his body being cruelly crushed like in a trash compactor. His heart was racing when the girls were almost on top of him. He flexed all his muscles in anticipation, but then the elevator suddenly stopped. The light was flickering for some seconds. The girls looked at each other.
„Oh no, not again!“
He was in no position to really believe his luck, as the bottom of the elevator barely touched his body. But nevertheless there was a little hope now that the mechanics would come to repair the elevator and discover him before the girls could crush him. But that was not to happen...
http://mistressreyana.blogspot.in/2013/11/3-girlsone-mancruel-trampling-part-2.html Part - 2
http://mistressreyana.blogspot.in/2013/11/3-girlsone-mancruel-trampling-part-3.html Part - 3
http://mistressreyana.blogspot.in/2013/11/3-girlsone-mancruel-trampling-part-4.html Part - 4
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„Come on in, girls! Let's flatten him!“
„No, please! Mercy! You break my bones! Please get off!“
„If there is too much weight on your palms we can do something about it!“ another woman laughed and lowered her weight onto the other side of the couch, lifting the opposite end from his hands. But now the whole weight of the couch and three women was balanced on the center post on him! The tremendous pressure gave him unbearable pain.
„Oh no! Please get off, I can't take it anymore!“
„Shut up, you little bug! It's only three of us sitting on the couch, barely 500 lbs. 18 are still waiting for a place to sit down! So imagine the weight you are under now multiplied by seven! That'll crush you like a cockroach! We could squish you alive in a second! But we want to have our fun with you a little longer!“
To his relief Annika got up from the couch. He could only see her boots standing in front of the couch. She seemed to hesitate. Then he saw her boots lifting from the ground and the next moment he was crushed again as Annika landed hard on the sofa. He was wincing in agony. Would this ever end? The next hours (was it hours? It felt like...) they tortured him under the couch, changing places, playing seesaw, impaling his crotch and his hands.
Most of the time there weren't more than five girls at a time on the couch but to him it felt like the whole group was teaming up agianst him burying him under tons of female flesh. Several times he was short of blacking out. And from some point he couldn't remember anything...
And now he was back in reality. Was it reality? This elevator shaft had a futuristic and surrealistic look. He looked up and saw the elevator a couple of floors up. The elevator had a clear glass bottom and glass sides. Suddenly the doors opened and he saw a gang of about 20 voluptuous girls walking in. Still unsure about his faint memories he admired the view, when suddenly a familiar voice penetrated his ears.
„Oh look, girls, a peeping tom!“ Annika cheered.
„Let's squash him! That'll teach him!“
„Yeah, we're gonna squish him like a grape!“
Their voices thundered in the lift shaft, there had to be a loudspeaker somewhere.
„I'm sorry, my dear, but you weren't quite that enduring doormat I expected you to be. You never had all 21 of us on top of you at the same time, but blacked out all the time. Now you get your last chance.
If you survive our Elevator of Evil I will keep you as my personal doormat. But honestly, I don't believe you will. No one ever survived this. About 2000 lbs of steel and glass and 3400 lbs of merciless women will squish you out of existence, will crush you into oblivion! Okay, let's start the game!“
Then they started laughing out loud as one of the girls pressed the ground button. Immediately he realized the mortal danger he was in. He was frozen in shock. This was definitely going too far! Obviously the springloaded rubber bumper he was strapped upon was to stop the elevator just in case it went through the ground level stop.
Usually the elevator would stop before, leaving a gap of one or two inches, which would be definitely too small to save him from his fate of being squashed to death under the weight of the elevator and the weight of 21 no light-weight women. With just his torso lying on the bumper only his lower body and chest would get the whole crushing weight.
With all of his strength he pulled the ropes that strapped him down. They didn't move a single millimetre. He panicked as he realized there was no escape. The lift got closer and closer, moving very slowly, the girls grew bigger and bigger. He saw them all looking down onto him having a mean grin on their faces. They were towering like giantesses above him, the view was out of this world!
„Oh, he looks so scared...“
„Now you are frightened of such beautiful women, you little fellow, aren't you?“
„Well, he should! Just imagine how awesome that must feel, getting literally crushed under our combined body weights... That will be a real mess to clean up afterwards!“
The elevator was moving like slow-motion,
its descent seemed to go on for eternity, but he couldn't enjoy the view, awaiting his body being cruelly crushed like in a trash compactor. His heart was racing when the girls were almost on top of him. He flexed all his muscles in anticipation, but then the elevator suddenly stopped. The light was flickering for some seconds. The girls looked at each other.
„Oh no, not again!“
He was in no position to really believe his luck, as the bottom of the elevator barely touched his body. But nevertheless there was a little hope now that the mechanics would come to repair the elevator and discover him before the girls could crush him. But that was not to happen...
3 girls...one man..cruel trampling Part - 5