Death on the Subway Tuesday, 23-Dec-97 21:20:41

This story is purely fictional and I hope you all don't think I'm a freak. It's just a story but I hope you all will enjoy it.

It happened one evening in July on a New York City subway platform. It was about 1:00 am and my fiancee (Denise) and I were returning from a late night out. We were waiting for the train on the platform which was empty except for myself and Denise. I had been dating Denise for almost five years and we woulb be married in three weeks. Denise was 23 years old. She had blond hair, blue eyes and was about 5'5" and 115 pounds. She was very pretty and one of the things I liked about her the most was how pissed off she got if she saw me looking at another woman or even worse, another woman looking at me.

While waiting for the train I could hear the faint clicking of what I knew for sure had to be a set of high heels on the pavement. I knew this sound well because I have an extreme crush/trampl fetish. Nothing excites me more than a woman in heels crushing something underfoot. The sound of the heels grew louder and a few moments later, appeared a very gorgeous seductive looking woman. She was a brunette who looked to be about 27 years old. She was about 5'8" tall and maybe 130 pounds. She had deep brown eyes and was very tan. She was wearing a short tight black skirt no hose and a pair of shiny black leather pumps with a three inch heel. Her legs were tan, tone and absolutely beautiful.

She stopped just a few feet from Denise and I and stood there waiting for the train. Occassionally, she would look down at her feet and shift her weight from one foot to the other. A couple of time she pressed her weight on one foot foward causing ther heel of her foot to come out of her shoe, allowing me to see her beautiful arch. I could not help but stare and Denise could not help but notice.

Denise slapped my arm to get my attention and said "What are you looking at?" "Don't you pay attention to that whore." Apparently Denise said it loud enough for the brunette to hear because she looked quickly at Denise and she did not seemed pleased. The woman stared at Denise for a few moments. Then she shifted her stre to me and after sizing me up, gave me a seductive smile. Denise aboult hit the ceiling. She started screaming "What the %$#& are you looking at you Bi*&%." The brunette looked coldy at Denise who kept cursing and shouting her. I tried to calm Denise down but she would not listen. She stormed away from me and approached the brunette. Denise got right up into her face and was yelling "What are you looking at?" "You got a problem" " You like looking at another woman's man?" The brunette did not answer. She stood her ground and continued to look coldly at Denise" She seemed angered but yet calm and in control. It was like she was just waiting for Denise to throw the first blow.

Denise was getting more pissed off because the brunette just looked at her and din't say anything. I guess Denise figured she would make the woman talk by pushing her. She pushed the woman once. She never lost her balance. It seemed her legs were firmly in place. Then denise took a swing at the woma's face with her right hand. The brunette immediately stooped her hand in mid swing by grabbing Denise's wrist with one hand. I could tell the brunette must have been squeezing Denise's wrist tightly because Denise yelled out in pain and tried to pull away. Denise could not brake the brunette's grip and she began cursing. While still holding Denise's wrist with one hand the brunette quickly grapped Denise by the throat with her other hand and began to squeeze. Denise's yelling and cursing were cut short and now she was making gasping noises as the brunette continued to squeeze her throat. As the Woman continued to squeeze Denise's thrat she was forcing Denise to get on her knees by pushing downward. When Denise was just about passed out the brunette pushed Denise backward and let go of Denise. She fell flat on her back and was gasping hard trying to get her breath back. The brunette then walked slowly, puposely around Denise in a circle. Denise was still on her back. When she saw the brunette standing over her she tried to get up. The brunette quickly placed her right foot on Denise's foot and pinned her on her back. The brunette was holding Denise by her throat but wasant choking her. The brunette looked at me while her right foot was on Denise's throat. She smiled at me. A cold but sexy smile. Then she looked down at Denise who was struggeling at her foot. The smile slowly disappeared and the brunteed began to step doen on Denise's throat with the sole of her shoe. She did it slowly, smoothly. Denise started making gasping sounds but as the bruneet pressed foward the sounds were more and more strained. As the brunette pressed down with the front of her shoe her heel went higher and higher in the air. I knew I had to do somehting but I was speechless and I could not move. All I could do was stare at was what was happening before me. I had a huge erection and I could not believe what was happening. The brunette continued to apply her weight. The more she did the darker Denise's face got. Her fasping sounds were reduced to almost nothting. The brunette looked at me and spoke for the first time. "Whats the matter, arent you going to help you little girl friend?" All you have to do is say stop and I'll let her live." "If you don't I'm going to cruch her throat". I could not respond. I was locked in place and the brunette knew it. She smiled again and said "So be it" Then she looked down at Denise who was beginning to shake. I knew she was going to lose conciousness soon. Just before she pased out the brunette pressed down ith all of her weight. Her weight was concerntrated on the ball and toes of her shoe. Her heel was almost completley in the air and was out of her shoe. The pose really defined her calf muscle in her right leg. As she pressed down I could hear denise's throat slowly cracking. It happened slowly. The bruneete contuned to hold her pose until her the sole of her shoe was almost completly touching the floor. The she she held her foot in that posotion, hands on her hips, admiring her work. She had this look on her face which was a combination of pleasure, dominance and satisfaction. Remained in postiotion she looked at me. She didn't say a word but I knew what to do. I walked to her and dropped to my knees before her and the body of my fiancee. I bent down and kissed the high heeled foot which still remained pressing down on Denise's throat. As I kissed the patent leather pump she slowly ground the sole back and fourth on Denise's throat crushing it even more. The she slipped her foor out of the shoe and placed it on Denise's face. I looked up at the bruneet and she said "The ring" I knew what she wanted ne to do. I took the engagement ring from Denise's finger and then placed in on the middle to of the Brunettes right foot which remained fixed on Denise's face. The brunette looked down at her foot, admiring the ring on her toe and the face under her foot. She looked doen at me and said "Now you will forever belong to me": After a few moments she removed her foot from Denise slipped her shoe back on and slowly walked away. Just as soon as she appeared she was gone.

Shorty afterwards I was arrested and later convicted for stranguling my fiancee. I have never seen the brunnete since but I she is still out there, riding the subway.

Hope I didn't bore ya. Later on

CRUSHME