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Marsha’s Revenge

He found himself lying on a cold concrete surface. For how long, he had no idea. The last thing he remembered was sitting in Marsha’s living room sipping martinis with Marsha and Brittany and chatting about plans for their trip to Nice.

Slowly, his vision cleared and he became aware of a throbbing headache. “The bitch must have drugged me,” he muttered to himself.

Rising to his feet, he looked around, he saw he was standing in the middle of a large open-air concrete arena the size of a football field and was surrounded by a tall wall of at least 20 feet high. On the wall were evenly spaced light towers so the area could be lit up at night. He also noticed that the surface sloped slightly toward the center and in the center were metal grates covers. He also noticed dark splotches spread around the concrete that resembled flattened human bodies. But he couldn’t figure out for the life of him where he was or why he was here. Fear started to grip his stomach and he began trying to figure a way out of here. He wondered if Marsha had found out about his cheating on her with Brittany and she had drugged and dumped him here to punish him. Was it merely coincidence that Brittany was at the house last night, did she tell Marsha all about their affair?

As he looked around the arena, he saw the large gray, steel, double gates about 50 feet from where he stood and started walking towards them to see if he could open them. They looked solid and thick, but it was worth trying them. Suddenly there was a loud clanking sound as the gates unlocked and swung open. As he stood watching, a fire engine red Hummer 1h drove in a few feet and stopped. The gates silently closed and a loud clank of gates locked shut.

He recognized the hummer as Marsha’s, and thought he recognized her through the tinted windshield behind the wheel. At that instant, he realized he was completely naked and totally vulnerable.

The large utility vehicle stopped a few feet inside the gates and the driver’s side door opened, and sure enough, Marsha stepped out. She walked a few paces toward him but stopped about 20 feet in front of him. The passenger side door opened to his shock, Brittany came around and stood even with Marsha. Upon seeing Brittany, his mouth opened slightly, but didn’t utter a sound.

Marsha stood 5’10” and in her 4-inch steel stilettos, towered well above Antonio’s 5’8”. Marsha wore tight, hip-hugging black jeans and highly polished knee-high boots. Over her chest, she wore a black muscle shirt that showed her muscular arms, bosom tight abs to full advantage. She had an athletic, big boned body and one could see, even through her jeans, her powerful legs and it was apparent she could easily press a couple of hundred pounds. She was about 50 and her sun-tanned skin wrapped tightly over her high cheekbones. Stunning was the word most often used to describe her. She stood with legs apart and arms akimbo. Her shoulder-length light brown hair was blowing in the gentle breeze. She looked straight ahead with piercing blue eyes and her expression unmistakably said, “Don’t even think of fucking with me.”

Brittany was a beautiful 30-year old brunette. Her complexion was clear and creamy with a touch of color in her cheeks. She also wore black hip-hugger jeans that accentuated her beautiful, slim legs and also wore knee-high spike heeled boots. In contrast to Marsha, Brittany was petite, standing 5’ 6” in her heels and had a delicate frame. In keeping with her more feminine appearance, she wore a white silk blouse and a purple kerchief around her neck that match the color of her lips.

“So, Antonio,” Marsha spoke in a loud, commanding voice. “This is where I settle my scores. I’m sure seeing Brittany and me together you’ve figured out why you are here. You see, I’m Brittany’s lover, and she shares everything with me. Every time, you were screwing Brittany, I’d get a full report. When you promised her to dump me once you got me to trust you with my money, Brittany was telling me everything. And you thought I would trust you with one cent of my money—me, a Stamford MBA in finance—only in your dreams would I trust you with a nickel of my money. You thought all along that you were going to take me for a ride and cheat and rob me just like you cheated and stole thousands from Sarah Goldberg and Irene Winslow and all those other women back in LA. You didn’t count on the women’s grapevine. I learned all about you and studied you and I marked you for punishment and destruction. No one will miss you, no one will come looking for you, and if they should, they wouldn’t think twice if I told them you moved on. It’s time to pay for your cheating on me and all those other women. Think of me as an avenging angel. You thought you were going to cheat and rob me and then dump me. Well, I got news for you. I’m going to dump you, and Brittany is going to help me, and believe me, when I dump someone it is both excruciatingly painful and almost always fatal. It will be hell for you, but a lot of fun for Brittany and me. We will enjoy every moment of your suffering. I’m sure you’ve noticed the spots on the floor that resemble flattened bodies. That is all that is left of other scumbags who thought they could cheat and outsmart me.

“But I tell you what, we’ll give you a chance to mitigate your punishment. If you can convince Brittany or me to spare your life, we’ll only crush your legs and chain you to a commode for the time you remain alive. I don’t know if that option is better than what I really want to do, but you can try to convince us to not totally crush you under my 4-ton Hummer. Oh, and I had a couple of my guys load up the cargo bay with a pallet of bricks adding another 2,000 pounds. So each wheel now carries 2,500 pounds. Then you add our combined weight of 280 or so pounds and you will have a lot of weight on your shoulders and other parts of your body. So what do you think? You want to try to convince us to just crush your legs and then be chained to a toilet for the rest of your life; or would you rather suffer maybe a half hour of excruciating pain and end it all here and now? If you want to save what’s left of your worthless life, crawl over and lick my boots and beg for mercy. Then crawl to Brittany and beg her. Maybe you can convince us you are truly contrite, and be condemned to lifelong imprisonment in my basement. Maybe.

As Marsha spoke, Antonio realized there was no hope of escape. The only hope was to throw himself on the mercy of the two women. Antonio fell to his knees and clasped his hands in prayer. He looked first to Marsha and to Brittany for some sign of mercy in their eyes; Antonio got on all fours and slowly crawled the 20 feet to Marsha. He had never been in this position before in his life and the ignominy was hard to swallow. He was accustomed to being in control and playing the gigolo without getting caught. He thought that he could play Marsha for her money and have Brittany on the side. But this time he picked the wrong mark. It was clear who was really in control.

As he crawled toward Marsha, Antonio pleaded in a barely audible, terrified voice “Why do you have to crush my legs? Why can’t you just lock me in your basement and not crush my legs?”

“Because, as long as you have your legs, there is the chance you might escape somehow. But without them there’s no chance.” Marsha replied. “So either crawl over here, start running, or we’ll squash you where you stand. What’s it going to be?”

When he reached Marsha’s boots, he looked up at the woman towering over him. “Well?” she asked scornfully. He lowered his head and began pleading. “Please, Marsha, I know I did wrong and I deserve your scorn and should be punished for cheating on you. You are an amazing woman, strong, mature, and know what you want and you deserve someone who will treat you the way you deserve. You deserve someone equal to your character. I’m weak, and you should just forget about me. I lost my head with Brittany. It’s my weak character. I can’t help myself. Antonio pressed his lips against the tips of Marsha’s boots. Marsha raised her boot exposing the sole. “Lick” Marsha commanded.

Antonio crooked his head to move his tongue so he could lick the sole of the boot. After a minute of frantic licking, Antonio heard Marsha’s voice from above him. “Suck the heel.” Marsha commanded. Antonio opened his mouth and moved it up and down the metal spike. From his position on the ground looking up Marsha’s boot, he could only see Marsha’s crotch and her cold blue eyes staring down at him.

Without warning, Marsha pressed her heal down Antonio’s mouth and pushed deep into his throat, pinning him against the ground and planted her boot sole against his nose. She slowly increased her weight, pressing her heel deeper against the back of his throat. The pressure on his throat was excruciating and he tried screaming but instead all he could do is gag. Instinctively he gripped his hands around the boot and tried lifting, but the boot wouldn’t budge. He looked up at Marsha, with tears running down his face, but she just kept looking down at him, smiling and kept pressing.

“I’m not persuaded.” Marsha said as she kept her spike heel firmly planted in Antonio’s mouth and squashing his nose with the sole of her boot. Antonio had to lie there while she held forth. “Your little speech made me want to puke on you and I have an almost overwhelming desire to drive my spike through your head. But that would ruin my fun and deprive Brittany the joy of crushing you. I agree that you are weak and, believe me, entirely forgettable, and as soon as I grind you into the ground, I will forget you and wash any memory of you out of my head just as I wash your guts down the drain.”

With that, Marsha withdrew her boot. I vote to crush you to death. Now crawl over to Brittany and see if you can persuade her to spare you.

Antonio rolled off his back and got on to his hands and knees, but needed a moment to recover. Marsha, however, was not having any of it. With a powerful kick to his ribs, Marsha yelled, “Get moving.” The kick knocked Antonio over and on his back, which only made her angrier. “Get moving.” she screamed and stabbed her stiletto into his stomach. A small trickled of blood appeared and began flowing. Marsha raised her boot again, and stabbed him again in the stomach causing another spot of blood to flow.

Antonio scrambled on to all fours as quickly as possible. Antonio was not only suffering physically but his ego was also taking a beating. “This woman was totally degrading and humiliating him.” Antonio said to himself. Anger was building in his stomach and he had to do something to get away from her, who he now saw as a man-hating bitch. Somehow he had to get even…to make her pay for his humiliation. But how was he going to do that?

Lying at Brittany’s feet, Antonio looked up at her beautiful brown eyes with his beseeching eyes that now were gushing with tears from the pain Marsha had inflicted with her cruel boots. Brittany looked down on him, arms folded with an impassive expression on her face.

Antonio wasn’t sure what he could say. If he told Brittany he loved her, then he was admitting that he was only using Marsha: and he knew that Brittany knew this. “Please, Brittany, forgive me. I’m truly sorry for what I did to you and Marsha. I’m begging you to spare my life. Killing me isn’t worth your time and killing me degrades you. You are much better than that.”

“Do you love me?” Brittany asked. “If you do, I’ll forgive you.”

His silence was the only answer he could offer.

“I thought as much.” Brittany said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Killing you may bring me down to your level, but don’t worry about it. I’ll survive. And besides, its a lot of fun seeing you beg for your life, and I expect it will be awesome and really hot watching you suffer and get squashed like a bug.”

She pulled back her right boot and let loose a powerful kick directly in Antonio’s face catching his nose in the upward arc of her kick. Immediately his nose exploded and blood gushed from his nostrils. The impact and shock knocked him over on his left side. With his right he clutched his nose and he extended his left arm behind him to break his fall. Tears filled his eyes, blurring his vision. Before he could react, Brittany took a step forward and lifted her boot and brought her spike heel down with all her weight on his forehead. Blood spurted from the gash and flowed down his face. The impact pushed Antonio on his back and his vision was filled with stars and fireworks.

“I vote to crush you to death. So, I’ll say good bye now.” Brittany said coldly. With that she walked toward the Hummer and climbed back in the passenger seat.

The next words came from Marsha. “You can stay put and I’ll run you over here, or you can start running in hopes that somehow you will escape. Either way we will crush you, and we are going to turn you into another grease spot. Prepare to join your fellow scumbags and become another spot on the concrete. “ Marsha spat these last words with utter contempt.

With these final words, Marsha strode to the driver’s side and climbed in. She pressed the accelerator and the 325 horsepower engine roared into life. Marsha revved the engine a couple of times to make Antonio aware of the power at her disposal and how helpless he was.

Antonio stood and just stared in disbelief as the women climbed into the massive four ton vehicle. He couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that he was shortly going to die in a very painful way. He was frozen to the spot where he stood. But when he heard the engine start and saw Marsha turn the wheels in his direction, he frantically looked around for a way out.

The Hummer began coming towards him. He looked at the Hummer and saw Marsha and Brittany looking at him and smiling. “Oh my god” Antonio thought. “She’s really going to kill me.” He turned and started running away from the women coming towards him in that monster UV. But as he picked up speed, so did Marsha. Yet she kept about 15 feet behind him regardless of how fast or slow he ran. She just followed him. When he turned, she turned. When he slowed, she slowed. Clearly she was playing a waiting game, playing with him like a cat plays with a mouse. She knew he can’t escape and he will eventually get tired. Time was on her side. The sun was climbing into the sky along with the temperature. He figured the temperature would soon be 90F; and already he was perspiring and thirsty.

While he was getting hot and thirsty, Marsha and Brittany were sitting in air-conditioned comfort. When he turned to see where they were, he saw them drinking bottled water. In fact, at one point, he caught their eye, and they made a show drinking from their bottles to taunt him. Also, the stabbings Marsha and Brittany inflicted on him with their spike heels took their toll. No doubt, that was part of their strategy, just like the picadors in a bull fight stick spikes in the bull’s neck to weaken him and make it easier for the matador to finish the bull. So now, Marsha and Brittany were the matadors preparing to finish him off and as she put it “turn him into another grease spot on the concrete.”

Antonio realized that he can’t escape from the circular arena and that Marsh and Brittany held all the cards. The idea of getting his revenge on her was now long gone. He could only play for time, but he also knew that time was not on his side.

Antonio tried dodging the on coming Hummer by doubling back on his tracks, but because Marsha knew all the tricks, she kept enough distance between him and her victim so she could quickly adjust and stay 15 feet behind Antonio. By keeping up with all Antonio’s dodging, she showed him that he could not evade her. She will always be there ready to crush him if he falls.

Antonio realized his chances were better as long as he stayed away from the walls. If he got too close to the wall, Marsha could easily pin him against the wall and that would be the beginning of the end. He figured she wouldn’t crush him to death against the wall. That would be too quick. She’d probably break his legs or his back so he couldn’t run anymore, and then she’d begin the slow crushing game.

However, after running around the arena for a half hour, Antonio wondered why he just didn’t stop and see what would happen—call their bluff. Running around wasn’t helping him. So he might as well confront Marsha and Brittany and see if they would carry out their threat. Figuring he had nothing to lose. He stopped and sat down. Marsha slowed to within five feet of Antonio and stopped. The driver side window opened and Marsha’s beautiful head appeared.

“Have you had enough? Are you ready to join your fellow grease spots?” Marsha called

Antonio looked haggard and worn out. “Yes, I can’t beat you. All I can say is I’m very, very sorry for cheating on you. If you have any mercy and forgiveness, you’ll let me go and I’ll never see you again.”

“That’s all very nice.” Marsha said mocking Antonio’s contrition. “But I have no mercy, and really don’t give a shit about your sorrow or your life. All I want from you is a slow, painful death that can give Brittany and me something to jerk off and laugh about. I will do everything to make sure your death is slow and gives us a lot of giggles as you beg us to end it. This is Brittany’s first kill, and I’m going to make it memorable for her. So suck it up ass hole.”

Marsha’s head disappeared back into the cab and the window closed.

Marsha had rigged her Hummer with special front and back wheel well cameras on all four wheels that were connected to the dashboard screen so both women could see exactly how the tires lined up with the intended target and observe the destruction the wheels inflicted.

She turned on the front left wheel camera. The monitor lit up showing the tire and a couple of feet in front. Martha lined the driver’s side wheel with Antonio and put the Hummer in gear.

When the Hummer’s bumper was within two feet, Antonio leaped up and began running. However, Marsha had dealt with ass holes like Antonio knew all their tricks. She simply pressed her right boot to the floor and the Hummer covered the two feet in less than a second. As soon as Marsha felt the impact, she hit the brakes. The Hummer bumper hit Antonio right in the butt and sent him sprawling on the ground about three feet in front of the vehicle.

As soon as Antonio leaped to his feet, he heard the Hummer’s loud roar, then felt a sharp pain in his butt and saw a blur as the ground rushed up to meet him with a hard slap to his chest that knocked the wind out of him. For what seemed like an eternity, he couldn’t catch his breath. Also the impact dazed him and for a minute, he was disoriented. As his mind cleared, he became aware of a sharp, burning pain in his left hip. He tried moving his left leg and winced in pain. He couldn’t lift his hip and figured the impact dislocated or broke his hip.

Putting the UV in park, Marsha and Brittany got out of the hummer and walked over to Antonio’s prostrate body to inspect the damage. He lay motionless. Marsha bent over Antonio’s head and saw that his eyes were open and blinking.

Then, walking back toward Brittany, Marsha stabbed her right spike heel into his left calf. Antonio jerked his leg. “He still has feeling down there.” Marsha said to Brittany who was examining the large angry red bruise on Antonio’s butt.

Brittany giggled and said that it really look like a nasty bruise on his butt. “I hope it doesn’t hurt too much” she said in mock concern.

“You going to run some more?” Marsha asked casually.

“I don’t think so. I can’t. I hurt too much. I think you broke my hip.” Antonio croaked.

“Well, I’m going to make sure you don’t pull another stunt like the one you tried. We’ll crush your feet and ankles now to make sure you can’t run. But not to worry. You don’t have to do anything. Just lie there and we women will do the heavy lifting.” Marsha said laughing. Brittany giggled. “But first I want to turn you over on your back if you don’t mind. Also, so we can crush both legs with one pass, I will tie your feet and legs together.”

With that, Marsha stuck to pointed toe of her right boot under Antonio’s rib cage closest to the Hummer and in one smooth motion, raised her leg and flipped Antonio on his back. Antonio let out a groan as he fell on his back. “Now we will be able to see the contorted expression on your face as I crush you. That makes me so hot. I’m going to get some rope, so don’t move or I will have to cause you more pain. ”

Both women turned on their heel and returned to the hummer. Brittany took her seat on the passenger side while Marsha opened the driver side back door and after rummaging around for a minute, she found a couple of lengths of rope. She returned to Antonio. He hadn’t tried to move which pleased Marsha. It showed he was resigned to his fate. Quickly she wrapped one length of rope several times around Antonio’s ankles and tied them tightly together. She then moved to his thighs and wrapped the rope around his thighs a couple of turns and tied it off with a square knot. She pulled hard on both ropes to make sure they were secure. “Good. That will make sure you don’t change your mind and once we crush your ankles it won’t matter. See you in a few.”

Returning to the Hummer, Marsha revved the motor, to instill fear and remind Antonio who had the power.

“Let’s open our windows so we can hear his screams.” Marsha suggested to Brittany and with her ruby-red polished finger pushed the buttons on her armrest to open the driver and passenger side windows. Brittany gave a little squeal of joy and reached over to kiss Marsha’s cheek. Marsha looked over at Brittany and smiled. “Here we go girl. You’re gong to love this.”

There was only about four feet between the front driver-side tire and Antonio’s feet. The Hummer was lined up properly and all Marsha needed to do was put the 5 tons of crushing steel into drive. She slipped the gear shifter into drive and the Hummer gradually moved forward. Marsha and Brittany’s eyes were fixed on the dashboard monitor and gradually Antonio’s feet came into view. Marsha’s boot lightly tapped the brake to slow the Hummer’s forward motion. She wanted to prolong the crushing event as long as she could. She wanted to see the pain on Antonio’s face and hear him scream for as long as she could manage it. After crushing his feet, she knew that Antonio would go into shock, and then it wouldn’t be long before he would loose consciousness.

From his vantage point, he watched the slowly approaching tire not quite believing what was about to happen. He couldn’t possibly imagine the tremendous pain he was about to experience. It was all unreal. Yet that huge tire kept coming closer. Time stood still, it was taking forever for the tire to arrive, but it was getting bigger and closer. The sound of the engine was getting louder and he could feel the heat from the engine. Then, he felt the rubber. For an instant, it felt soft but quickly he felt his feet being pushed back towards his face. His feet were being pushed against his legs and disappear under the tire as though the tire was devouring them. His whole body felt as if it were on fire and when he closed his eyes, he saw red, and the air was full of the sound of his screaming. It was a hoarse scream and went on forever. Full of tension from the pain and shock to his nervous system, his body involuntarily rocked back and forth and jerked spasmodically, but the tremendous weight of the Hummer wheel held him firmly in place.

Within the cab, both women watched with wrapped attention as the tire approached Antonio’s feet and began to press them backwards towards his face and then they saw his toes and feet begin to compress and disappear under the tire. They could see blood oozing out on the ground and heard the crunching of the bones. They did not feel any bump as the wheel crushed the feet and concluded that the wheel completely pulverized Antonio’s feet and ankles. They looked up to see Antonio’s face contort in pain and his mouth opening and closing in a desperate effort to cope with the pain and terror. The sounds of his scream made Brittany giddy with joy and watching his body twitching almost made her have on orgasm. Brittany was ecstatic, this being her first crush experience.

Marsha pressed the brake peddle to stop the Hummer and then turned the steering wheel first to the left and then to the right causing the tire to grind what was left of Antonio’s feet into the concrete

Marsha put the Hummer in reverse and slowly backed up and stopped about two feet from Antonio and put the gearshift in Park. Marsha said to Brittany, “lets check the damage.” Brittany smiled. “Lets.”

They walked over to the now smashed and bloody pulp that used to be Antonio’s feet. “Euuuu.” Brittany exclaimed with glee. “There’s nothing left. Just a mess.” She said smiling as she bent down to examine the remains. “There’s just goop and blood. It’s all such a yukky mess.” Brittany had moved her hands between her thighs and was pressing them against her crotch.

After a minute admiring the destruction they had inflicted on Antonio’s feet they casually walked up to where Antonio’s head was rolling from side to side with his mouth half open. Marsha crouched while Brittany sat on her knees. Both looked down at Antonio observing him. His body trembled violently and his breathing was rapid and shallow and he was sweating profusely, and his eyes couldn’t focus.

“He’s going into shock,” Marsha observed to Brittany.

Through his tear filled eyes, Antonio saw the two beautiful faces looking down on him. He could make out that they were smiling. Then he heard Marsha’s voice coming from somewhere above him.

“Not doing so well I expect.”

He looked up at her. His vision was blurry as a combination of tears and perspiration dripped into his eyes and rolled down his cheeks into his mouth. “I love you. Please don’t kill me.” He pleaded in a barely audible voice.

Brittany spoke up. “You remind me of this cock roach I found in third grade. I caught it and started pulling its legs off just to see what would happen. It was interesting how it twitched and how its remaining legs waived franticly in the air. It didn’t do anything for me, like a sexual thrill or anything. I was just curious. You remind me of the cockroach with all your twitching and rolling around; but this time with your screaming and blood knowing that I’m crushing you makes me so hot I almost had an orgasm. I’m so lucky to have a girl friend with a big, powerful cock roach killing machine.”

Antonio now recognized the pungent odor he smelled when the two women bent down over him. It was the smell of sex. They were getting off on crushing him, and in the dim recesses of his mind, he realized there was no hope for him. They were getting too much joy from making him suffer.

“You know, we could just leave you hear to bleed out and die from shock. But because I’m a fair person, I’ll tell you what.” Marsha now spoke in a mockingly helpful tone. I’ll make a deal. If you can perform a minor miracle and get up and start walking, I’ll let you go. How’s that for being fair?”

Marsha waited patiently and kept smiling at Antonio.

You’ll rot in hell.” Antonio whispered through clenched jaws.

“You always had a way with words.” Marsha said sarcastically. Also, you’re not telling me anything I don’t already know. And this conversation is becoming boring. Since you aren’t getting up, I guess we are onto round 2, crushing your legs and knees. We’ll be back to check on you when we finish.”

Standing up, she turned to Brittany and asked her if she was ready to get back in the car. They both climbed in and as she did before, Marsha revved the engine, and then slid the gear shifter into drive. Without pressing on the accelerator, the 325-horse power engine started the UV rolling toward Antonio.

Marsha tapped the brakes to keep the speed of the Hummer as close to one mile per hour as possible. As the Hummer approached, Antonio exhorted the last ounce of energy and looked up at the women, and called out. “Please stop!” But Marsha and Brittany simply looked down from their leather-clad seats and grinned. Totally exhausted, Antonio dropped his head and waited for the inevitable.

Again both Marsha’s and Brittany’s eyes were focused on the dashboard screen and image of Antonio’s legs coming into view.

At first, the women could feel the Hummer rise slightly as it made first contact with the tibias of both legs, but a second later they felt the vehicle sink down as the wheel flattened the muscles and crushed the bones. As the Hummer sank into Antonio’s leg muscles, he let out a blood-curdling shriek. The women looked up from the dashboard screen to see Antonio’s head twist violently from side to side and see what appeared to be his gasping for air. After a second, he stopped screaming and lay motionless. Marsha and Brittany turned their attention back to the dashboard screen.

The Hummer continued moving forward and there was an audible crunching sound as the wheel continued to smash Antonio’s legs to smithereens. Brittany exclaimed “Oh my god” as she watched the Hummer wheel devour Antonio’s legs under its massive weight. When the tire moved over the kneecaps, they heard a loud popping sound and saw Antonio’s kneecaps be obliterated.

At this point, Marsha stopped the hummer and as before she turned the stewing wheel from let to right, making sure that everything under the tire was ground to powder. Then Marsha put the Hummer in reverse and pulled back about three feet.

Antonio remained motionless except for involuntary jerks and spasms. After the initial scream, he barely reacted to the Hummer crushing his legs, and the women saw only saliva bubbling from his mouth and heard a gurgling sound coming from his throat.

Both women climbed out of the cab and walked over to examine the new destruction they inflicted.

“Wow!” Brittany exclaimed. “That’s so awesome. The bones are like just little pieces and his knees are totally mush and his legs look just like his feet—like totally gone”

After surveying the damage, Marsha walked up to check to see if Antonio was still conscious. She extended her boot heel and pressed it into his cheek to see if he reacted. Antonio’s head moved slightly and his eyes fluttered showing there was still someone at home, but it was clear: he wouldn’t be there much longer.

Marsha crouched down low to make sure he could here her. “You probably can’t hear or understand what I’m telling you, but you don’t have your legs anymore. They’re just a pile of shattered bone and bloody tissue. You’re walking days are through along with your cheating days. The next pass will probably kill you. So I’ll say good-bye. I can’t say I enjoyed knowing you but if you have any feeling left in your worthless body, you should feel good about giving Brittany and me a wonderful going away present.”

She stood up and the two women sauntered back to the Hummer. “Ok” Marsha announced. “We go for the balls.” Brittany looked at Marsha and squealed. “I have to see this.”

Marsha explained, “We probably won’t be able to completely crush his hip socket and femur bones. They’re the biggest bones in the human body and we will have to crush them later with the roller. But we’ll do a lot of damage and probably kill him this time.” Brittany nodded.

Putting the Hummer in drive, the UV began moving. Marsha tapped the brake with the toe of her boot to keep the speed under control. Having the power to stop and speed up this powerful, heavy machine with the tap of her boot gave her a warm, wet feeling between her legs.

Both women turned their gaze to the dashboard screen. The UV began rising as the wheel contacted the two thighs but this time the wheel only dropped an inch or two. The women could tell they were riding over the bones and they were not being pulverized. But they could hear cracking noises, which indicated that the bones were being broken apart and split.

In the dashboard screen they saw Antonio’s testicles and penis disappear under the wheel. Marsha pressed on the brake to stop the Hummer. “There,” Marsha said with a smile and turned to Brittany. “We have arrived at ground zero.” Brittany laughed. Marsha turned the steering wheel first hard left and then hard right. “Grinding his penis and balls into the ground.” Marsha commented.

“Awesome.” Brittany laughed.

Marsha backed the Hummer up a couple of feet and both women jumped out. Brittany ran over to what was now most likely a corpse to check out Antonio’s squashed penis and balls. “Wow!” Brittany exclaimed. “You turned his “junk” into junk.” Brittany said laughing and giggling.

Marsha walked over to look at Antonio’s face. She bent down to get a good look and stabbed his cheek with her boot heel. No response. She reached down and put her index and middle finger on his carotid vein. She felt a very weak pulse. She stood up and turning to Brittany and said, “He’s barely alive. We’ll crush his chest and that will send him to scum bag heaven.” Marsha exclaimed as she stood up.

“Aw, too bad. I was just getting into his pain and screams and those funny little jerky movements he did. They were really just like the cockroach I had in third grade” Brittany said laughing. “Oh well….”

“Don’t worry girl friend. This next pass you’ll see a lot of blood and gore. It will be the most fun seeing and hearing his ribs and the rest his bones crunching and then seeing is skull pop open like a melon.” Marsha said cheerfully.

“Good.” Brittany replied. “It so hot having so much power to cause so much destruction.”

Marsha just smiled and nodded.

Basically, Antonio’s legs and now his hips were dismembered and all that was left of the man that was once Antonio was his torso.

“Let’s finish him off.” Marsha said to Brittany.

“Ok girlfriend.” Brittany replied.

They climbed back into the Hummer and Marsha put the Hummer into drive but kept her foot on the brake. We’ll drive up right the middle of him, splitting him down the middle. Get ready to see a lot of gore. This will be very messy.” Marsha explained.

“Sure. I’m ready. Doing this crushing stuff is so totally hot and awesome. I want to do more.”

“Don’t worry babe, we will.”

Lining up the driver-side wheel with the middle of Antonio’s torso, Marsha lightened her pressure on the brake and the Hummer began moving toward the body. The women’s eyes were glued to the dashboard screen and watched as the wheel started climbing over the thighbones again. Blood and muscle tissue was everywhere. In a few seconds, they saw the rib cage on the screen and then as the 2,500-pound wheel moved up, they heard the sound of ribs cracking and blood spurting out from all the vital organs.

Both women stared at the screen with their mouths agog, panting and moaning softly.

Next, they saw the thorax and heard more crunching sounds and they could see the lungs being crushed under the one and half tons of rubber and steel. For a brief instant, they could see Antonio’s heart before it exploded under the tire sending blood out in all directions. Then the sound of the collarbones cracking reached their ears and in the next moment Antonio’s handsome face was being obliterated and shattered into a million pieces. His eyes popped out of their sockets and were crushed into jelly and finally, they saw Antonio’s forehead split open and brains ooze out and squashed.

Marsha kept the hummer moving forward, and switched on the rear wheel camera, The images displayed in the rear wheel were not as exciting as the images from the front wheel, but they could see the further crushing and snapping of the bones and some of the smaller pieces be pulverized.

For Brittany, the whole experience made her pussy dripping wet and the smell of sex permeated the cab.

When the rear wheel finished running over Antonio’s body, Marsha circled round leaving a bloody trail and headed to a point 50 feet to the right side of the smashed remains of Antonio’s corpse. Marsha was going to drive across the body widthwise in order to crush Antonio’s hands and arms and she was going to do it at speed. She wanted to see his guts fly and splatter and the added speed would further crush the femurs and hip joints.

Marsha lined up the driver-side wheel with Antonio’s skull and figured that the passenger-side wheels would smash his hips at the same time. She drove the Hummer to within 50 feet of the corpse in order to give her enough distance to build up to around 25 miles per hour. Unlike the previous runs, Marsha didn’t turn on the cameras. They would be going too fast to see anything. “Here, we go.” Marsha said.

Slipping the gearshift into Drive, Marsha pressed the accelerator down about half way to the floor. Instantly the engine roared and the Hummer quickly picked up speed and hit Antonio’s body at 30 miles per hour. The Hummer bounced as it hit the big bones and both women felt the jolt between their thighs and both women let out a shriek of joy. The women could see blood and guts fly out from under the wheels in plumes of red spray.

Marsha continued driving and then circled round still doing about 30 miles per hour and headed back for another run over the body. This time, she lined up the driver-side wheel to drive over the remains of the scull. Again, the Hummer bounced slightly but less so than the previous run; and again blood and gore flew out in plumes.

Every time the women drove over Antonio and the guts sprayed out, Brittany whooped and shrieked for joy.

Marsha turned her UV around and put the Hummer in Park. “Let’s see what’s left.” Marsha said.

The women walked over and stood about 10 feet from where Antonio used to be. They just gazed at the mess of guts and bone fragments strewn in a large circle. “God, this is so awesome,” Brittany said laughing out loud. “You totally destroyed him. There is nothing left of him. That’s so powerful. We’ve got to find more men to do this to.”

“Not to worry hon, we will. But we have to pick our victims carefully so we don’t attract the wrong kind of attention. It may take us a while to find someone, but we will find another cheating scumbag. Now come here, I want to make love to you to celebrate your first crush.”

Brittany ran to Marsha a practically throwing herself in her arms. They hugged and shared a long passionate kiss. Then Marsha picked up Brittany in her muscular arms and carried her to the Hummer, and while still holding her in her arms, climbed into the driver’s seat, and closed the door.

“Let’s go back to the house and make love babe.” Marsha said. Brittany pressed her lips hard against Marsha’s mouth. And with Brittany sitting on her lap, Marsha drove back to the house; but she couldn’t resist driving through Antonio’s remains several more times spraying blood and guts everywhere. As they drove through Antonio’s earthly remains, you could hear both women whooping and hollering every time they drove through the mess.

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