Posted by Mr Crushit on November 23, 1998 at 12:04:08:

This is one of my earliest crush/women being cruel recollections. I did not realise until many years later what a valuable (and
formative) experience this was to be! I was about 10 or 11 y.o. at the time, so forgive me if some of the detail is missing. It
took place before I realised that I am a crush fetishist. I remebered it not because of the crush experience, but because I was
so shocked and horrified at this womens cruelty, and her casual attitude to it. Until then I had only ever had contact with kind
women who would'nt kill a fly!

I was at a friends house with a few other kids. It was a hot summers day in England. My friends mother is the subject of this
storey and her name is Diane. She was at the time in her early thirties, tall, long legged, blonde and beautiful. She was
sunbathing in the garden whilst us kids were playing in the kitchen. I recall her striding into the kitchen and picking up a kettle of
boiling water. As she did so she explained that the patio where she was sitting was covered in ants, and that she intended to
pour the boiling liquid over them. I can't tell you how shocked I was at that time. As a kid I liked insects, and I could hardly
bear to think of the poor little creatures being killed in such a cruel way. But I was too stunned to protest. She went on to
explain that it would not kill them right away, but only shrivel their legs! With that she proceeded back outside to rain death and
destruction on the little community. I watched from the doorway, powerless to do anything, as she stood over the ants nest and
bent down to get a good aim, and perhaps to get a better view of the action. She began pouring the water over them. I could'nt
believe that she was doing it. I could see the water steaming as it fell, and I could only imagine the torment that the ants were
experiencing at her hands. But she was merciless and continued until every last drop of water was gone. She stood up again
and began to finish off any stragglers with her sandled feet. She was just casually pionting a toe and snuffing out ants one at a
time, or walking and stepping where she saw several. She seemed determined that none would escape her. When she was
completely satisfied that they were all dead, or sufficently badly maimed to offer her no further irritation, she sat back down and
continued to enjoy the warmth of the sun on her body. Throughout all this she never seemed to be angry or hateful, but to be
either enjoying the killing, or at least getting some satisfaction from it. I'm sure this was not the first time she'd done this, and I
doubt that it would have been the last. I can't help wondering how many hundreds of little creatures she has killed this way.