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„Hey ladies, it's quite bumpy on the couch! I'll get sea-sick!“ Annika laughed. As Britta was heavier than Sarah they had to arrange their positions so the couch was in balance again. That made the couch moving like a seesaw on his torso, exerting even more pain. He pushed against the couch with his now free hands to get some relief, but the couch wouldn't move a millimeter.
„You... promised... to... get off... when I... lick your... boots...“ he moaned while breathing heavily.
„No, I never promised to get off,“ Annika replied. „I only said, I would THINK ABOUT getting off...“ she giggled. „But I made up my mind: It's too funny to see you suffering and getting crushed flat under our weight. Let's see how long you can take it. How long it takes to squeeze you flat enough that the posts of the couch are flat on the ground again...“
Annika supported her weight on her hands, leaned forward and gave him an intimidating glance. She threatened to bounce back onto the couch full weight.
„No, please, mercy!“ he cried.
„I think he's done for the moment, let's give him some breath,“ she turned to her friends.
All three got up, looked down on him and gave him a last kick by stepping onto his bare chest one after the other. Then he lay down, just pinned by the weight of the couch, breathing heavily and coughing for air. Where has he got? What kind of hell was he in? Would they have more satanic games in store?
He had hardly time to recover and to regain enough strength to free himself from under the couch which seemed to weigh a ton, before Britta returned and plunged back onto the couch.
„I'm sorry to hurt you but I have to make sure you don't get up too early!“ she grinned.
He couldn't answer as it got dark over him. With horror he saw a big ass coming down right onto his face. It was Sarah who made herself comfortable, crushing his head under her full weight.
His nose was flattened and with the weight on his torso he was nearly unable to breathe. Sarah shifted her position and ground her butt on his face. The fabric of her jeans scratched his vulnerable skin. No air, no strength, no resistance.
Someone took his arms. Was it Sarah? Then he felt something metallic around his wrists. Click! Click! He was handcuffed! At the same time someone else forced his legs apart and tied something around his ankles.
„Okay, now let's get him into the hallway!“
He got some air again as Sarah got up from his face and Britta up from the couch. All three girls joined their forces to lift the heavy leather couch from his body. Then they took his legs and dragged him over the floor into the hallway.
They strapped him down with chains using his manacles around his wrists and ankles, just in front of the apartment door. Sarah took a step and climbed on top of him. It wasn't easy for her to find a stable position as her victim winced in agony beneath her weight. So she rocked forth and back with her boots and whenever she had her weight on her heels they went deep into his belly.
„Little mushy, this doormat!“ she said in an annoyed voice.
„Well, this will change,“ Britta replied, and stepped in the space between
his legs.
„He just needs to be trampled flat enough!“
She set her right foot on his crotch, pinning his cock under her heel. Slowly she shifted her weight onto her right foot, causing another wave of pain. He started to scream. At this moment Annika crashed down her right boot onto his face, crushing his nose and lips under the sole of her boot.
„Stop crying, worm! Or I'll crush your skull!“
Sarah started marching in place on his chest while Britta began bouncing on his groin with both feet. Muffled groans came from under Annika's boot and all three laughed making fun of the ridiculous position he was in. The trampling and jumping was going on for minutes when he heard their laughter and chatting faintly as from far distance. Was he going to black out? No, there were so many cheerful voices getting louder and suddenly the door bell rang.
„This must be my sister,“ Annika shouted excitedly. She knelt down beside him and looked into his face.
„You know, my sister is playing at the local basketball team. I phoned her to bring her team mates with her. They are all tall women, 6 feet and more, athletic and heavy, they are so frenzy about helping us to make you a good and real flat doormat...“ Annika giggled and got up to open the door.
„Hi sweetie! Nice you made it...“
„Sure, after the lost game this evening we are all in the right mood to crush a guy. I hope he can take 18 of us...“
That couldn't be true! From his position he could only see legs, legs and shoes, boots, sneakers, sandals, high heels... He felt the floor vibrating under the onslaught of 36 feet stomping down, all impatiently waiting to hit their target.
„Well, I'm not sure whether he can take it. We kind of exhausted him
already. But come on in, if he doesn't make it I will get me a new doormat!“
Annika's sister placed her right foot firmly on his belly and brought herself up. Although the ground beneath her squashed down under her she did not lose her balance. She had the same red hair but a more athletic frame than her sister. She wore jeans and white sneakers.
„So you are my sister's new doormat, little fellow? You're kind of chubby... Time to trod you down!“ She leaped up in the air and came down again full force onto his belly, landing with a loud thud compressing his abdomen and inner organs. His legs and arms jerked up from the impact and he breathed heavily.
Stay tuned... To be Continued ....
3 girls...one man..cruel trampling Part - 3