bike crushing, Graphic (Ran out of space on this story)
08-Aug-98 07:14:33

This is the answer to roadkill's question from an earlier post. It is based on a true story, but has been exagegerated for added entertainment value.
This sometimes happened to me When I was a kid...I wont mention any ages.
During the summer months, I would lay out on the side walk (on my back) in front of my house. This was so I could dry off after a swim, and also to make myself into a target for those cute twin girls (Tina and Tara) a few doors down. They were a couple years younger, and I knew that they liked riding their bikes on the sidewalk. So what better opportunity could there be fo me to become their little speedbump. Maybe get a peek up their dresses.
The first experience came one day when Tina finally approached me from the side and ordered, " You better move." I looked up at her and said, "No, I was here first." Just then Tara peddled up and parked beside her sister. I remember Tara looking over at Tina and saying, "If he doesn't get out of my way, I'm going to run over him." Tina looked back at me and warned, " If you don't move, were both going to run over you." As I put my hands under my head, I just glanced up at them and stated that I didn't care what they did, and that I was man enough to take it.
Well, thats all they needed to hear. Tara made the first move. Aiming her bike right for my stomach, she announced excitedly, "I'm going to squish you." And with that said, she peddled slowly and sternly across my supine body. I didn't even tense a muscle, allowing her tires to sink right into my belly. She looked back at me and asked, How do you like that?" I told her, no problem I hardly felt a thing. "Good, cause' now it's my turn." said Tina. And with that said, she started on the same path as her sister, but deviated slightly in an attempt to ride over my chest. She almost succeeded, but because she began to loose her balance she had to put a foot down momentarilly on my neck to keep herself from tipping over.
It quickly became routine as the two made several passes across my body that day. And it was soon discovered that the deeper the girls could make their tires sink into me, the less bumpy their ride would be. So, eventually both girls got onto one bike so that they could run over my belly with their combined weight. I would guess 100-120lbs total. At that point I just relaxed my whole body in preparation for my fate. As they made their approach one of the girls yelled, "Were going squish your guts out!!" only moments later they were upon me, and I felt like thats exactly what had happened. A faint involuntary moan escaped my lips, and my guts squelched noisily as the tires flattened my stomach out level with the concrete sidewalk. "Geez, It sounds like we're killing you", said Tina--as she looked curiously at the resulting tire prints. Even so, I felt not pain, just a mix of burning pressure and pleasure.There was too much adrenalin for pain. "Coool!!, let's runover him to death", giggled Tara. I think I was runover maybe a dozen or more times, and each and every time my belly flesh yielded like warm butter under the girls' bike. It was exactly then that I meakly pleaded ,"Stop, please, don't kill me!" Tara protested, "One more." As the two circled around for their final assault, I couldn't quite catch what they were whispering to each other. Did it really matter? I was too weak to move anyway. And so I was steam rolled for one last time. But instead of letting me go and riding away, the girls got off the bike and began stepping on me. What could I do? I was simply too worn out to resist." We just wanted to add some shoe prints to those neet tire prints." I could only grunt and groan as they jumped up and down on me and pounded me senseless with their sneakers. I made a futile attemp with my arms to defend myself. And they made me pay dearly.Tina just grabbed my hands and pinned them under her feet-- one on each side of my head. She just stood there stradling my head and facing her sister who was now using my tortured belly as a trampoline. The girls were holding each others hands giving Tara the balance needed to jack hammer my abdomen unmercifully under the tip toes of tennis shoes. The last things I remember before slipping out of consciousness was the numb feeling of total surrender, the sound of my gutslitterally being stomped out, and my glazed, fixated stare up Tina's dress.