Author: dented_one Subject: THE TIRE CRUSH Date: Mon Jan 26 00:52:35 1998

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GO BRONCOS !!! YEAH !!!!!!

I have been following this trample page along with some others and it seems as though the input postings have slowed down dramatically. Whats up with that--- people? Come on and send in those experiecces for all to enjoy. BZHEELS, you are one of the greats, I will be contacting you soon on some info on getting trampled at a reasonable price instead of the super high PRO DOMS that want 500 to 1000 for an hour or so. Your BZ's must be devestating because they are getting famous and I am reading about them everwhere. Steponit used them in his last posted pics on his page. They were deadly and I would love to get under them. My tale of adventure was when I was in 5th grade, just beginning my crush fetish which began a couple years before. I had a pet turtle that you could buy in Florida at any 5 & 10 back then. I was playing with it across the street from where I lived in a Southern Florida city near Miami. My friend and I were sitting on the porch in front of the screen door of his parents house. We had the turtle in with plastic army soldiers and letting the turtle walk through them and knock them over. His mother was getting ready to go somewhere because we could see her walking back and forth in the living room looking for things. I glanced through the screen and saw she had a sexy sun dress on with high spike heels that you could hear clicking on the tile floor all the way in the kitchen. We keep playing, forgetting about her walking in the front room. All of a sudden the screen door flung open and she was standing the looking at us. She looked ten feet tall as I was sitting below her. Before I could even think, she stepped off the door base to the porch. As fate would have it, her spike heel came down on my turtle's head with a crunch. She looked back after two more steps away and said she was sorry for stepping on the soldiers. My friend said, "Mom you killed his turtle!" She turned back around and squatted all the way down to look. I could look right up her legs to her panties. She pushed the head with her painted fingernail to see if it was alive. Sure enough it was still moving a little. I couldn't take my eyes off of her feet and panties knowing that she just crushed my pet with such ease the she would have never known if my friend had not told her. She said she had to put it out of its misery, so I said just stomp it. She said "oh no, I couldn't do that." She picked it up and took it towards the car, a Cadd., and I thought she was taking it to the Vet or something, even though the head was flat on one side where her heel had come down and slipped off. She said," boys don't look at this", go in the back yard. My friend said aw Mom please. So she said ok, just don't get close to the car. Then she squatted down again and set the turtle on the drive way in front of the Cadd. She clicked on her spikes as she walked to the drivers side door. She got in and started the engine, my heart was racing as fast as the motor of the Cadd as she gunned the engine to warm it. She said stand clear as she put the car in gear and moved forward. She barely crept foward with her foot on the brake and said," let me know when I am near". My friend said." about a foot to go", she just smiled and kept moving foward. Finally there was a loud crunch and she knew she was on it. I thought she would just back off, but no she turned the steering wheel back and forth to grind it into the driveway. She finally backed off and got out of the car to see what she had done with a 4000lb. car. It was smashed flat and she stood there over it with one spike heel foot on one side and one one the other and looked down with her arms crossed. I think it is truly dead now, I will buy you another one while I am out, ok. I just nodded in agreement as she kicked the smashed body off the driveway and drove away. I told my friend I was going home, and he said ok, bye. As he turned to leave, I picked up my turtle and took it home. I examined it in the garage for about 30 minutes to my disbelief that my little pet was mush now, and that only an hour earlier we had been having fun. I gave it a burial and looked at my friends mother in a different light, with spike heel authority and respect for the power of a heel on an accelerator. I have more adventures concerning the crush of tires from women not knowing that they have crushed anything. ALL OF YOU CRUSH FAN GIVE ME FEED BACK ON THIS TOPIC AND SOME OF YOUR STORIES. THIS MEANS YOU ROADKILL AND ALL THE CRUSH FETISHES THAT LIKE SPIKE HEELS !