Smushed
By Fragilistic, frag902@yahoo.co.uk
He enters the kingdom of a powerful amazon queen with dire consequences


It was a terrible mistake, he realised now, to have left the comfort and
safety of his own land in order to venture abroad in search of a better life.
What a fool he had been! He could be safe at home now, seated by the warmth of
a good fire eating a hearty bowl of stew, instead of languishing here in this
dank dark dungeon.

Sim was a young man, slight of build but good enough looking, with a fair
complexion and sunny outlook on life. He was barely old enough to make his own
way in the world. Yet despite this he knew his own mind, and the one thing he
was most certain of was that he wasn't going to become a peasant farmer like
his parents, working their fingers to the bone for a pittance.

He wasn't sure how long he had lain in that awful place before they came for
him. He first heard the key turn in the lock and then he sat bolt upright, his
heart pounding in his chest.

Two guards entered wearing light armour and short swords. He noticed that they
were both female, similar to the guards that had captured him, and both were
powerfully built, each standing over 6 feet tall.

"On your feet", barked one.

"Where are you taking me?" he asked, hopeful that this misunderstanding could
be sorted out quickly, and he would be able to continue on his way.

"The queen has demanded to see you", said the second guard. "She has ways of
dealing with spies", at which they both laughed.

They grabbed him by the arms and half carried him up several flights of
stairs, the light gradually increasing as they wound their way up and up, and
then along a wide corridor, past many doors, and eventually into an enormous
well lit room. Sim squinted and blinked his eyes in the glare of the bright
lights.

A woman in white and gold robes was standing there with her back to them. She
turned around slowly. "Leave us", she commanded. The guards bowed and left,
closing the doors behind them.

Sim gasped as he struggled to take in the sheer size of the woman. She was at
least 8 feet tall, maybe more, and he had to arch his neck upwards to look her
in the face. Beautiful beyond compare, her long dark hair flowed to the middle
of her back. Her features were flawless, her eyes piercing blue pools of
light, her lips deep ruby red.

"So Garamid thinks he can send his spies against me unnoticed?" The queen
roared. Sim was shocked by the outburst. He coughed, stuttered and finally
spoke, his voice noticeably trembling.

"There's been a terrible mistake, your majesty, I'm not a spy, just a traveler
passing through these lands".

"Silence. I've heard it all before. Do you think I am a fool?"

Sim stared open mouthed, unsure what to say next.

Your fate will be the same as that of all the spies who came before you."

"Wh what are you going to do with me?" Sim stammered, his apprehension
building.

"The sentence for spying is death", the queen announced without hint of
compassion.

The blood drained from Sim's face. How had it come to this? He looked around
the room for means of escape. He saw the double doors through which he had
entered and made a dash for them. He reached up and grabbed at the handle but
it was no use, the handle was beyond his reach. He tried pushing the doors
with all his might but they wouldn't budge an inch. Trapped. Desperate, he
began racing around the room, frantically looking for a way out.

The queen smiled as she watched Sim's frantic attempts at escape.

"There's no way out, except through the doors through which you came."

Sim slowed to a halt, panting heavily, and looked carefully at the queen. Ok,
so she was taller than him, much taller in fact. And there were the guards to
consider, probably waiting outside ready to rush in at the first sign of
trouble, Well, he was a man, and if it came to it he wouldn't hesitate to use
force if necessary. He looked around for something to use as a weapon but
there wasn't anything, the vast room was almost empty except for a large
recliner, and several brightly coloured cushions scattered haphazardly on the
floor.

The queen took a step towards him and Sim backed away, balling his fists.

To Sim's amazement the queen smiled at him and then disrobed completely,
revealing her naked body. Sim nearly fainted clear away at the sight before
him. The long flowing robes had concealed a body cast from iron. She was
incredibly muscular and yet still feminine. Her thighs were solid and
powerful, her calves were diamonds, her arms rippled with muscle. And her
stomach was flat and sculpted. But it was her gigantic breasts that held his
gaze, huge and perfectly symmetrical, they jutted out like mountain peaks. Sim
stood transfixed, mesmerized by this colossal woman, unable to move like a
frightened mouse caught in a cat's gaze.

The queen stepped forwards again, her huge globes swaying side to side far
above his head. Sim snapped out of his stupor and stepped backwards, his gaze
never leaving her. He kept backing away from this huge naked woman bearing
down on him until he felt the hard cold wall pressing against him. He
considered running again, but thought better of it, after all there was
nowhere for him to run to.

The queen closed upon him until she towered above him. He reached no higher
than her midriff. Now that she was up close, he could smell her perfume,
delicate and fragrant, as she bent down to get a closer look at him. "My my,
aren't you a little one" she purred. "Usually they send the big soldier types,
and they take some breaking down, but you are small and soft. Must be a new
ploy. I'm definitely going to enjoy you" she murmured, as she traced her
finger gently around the contours of his face.

As the queen bent down, her massive breasts pressed against Sim's head. He
immediately felt his knees buckle under the immense weight. He struggled to
stand but it was useless, he simply didn't have the strength to support her
prodigious boobs.

As she bent down even further, her breasts continued to weigh heavily on him,
bending him in two as he struggled to support their weight. He collapsed onto
his knees.

"What's the matter, little one?", the queen asked mockingly. "Are my breasts
too heavy for you?"

The queen straightened up and grabbed him under the arms, lifting him
effortlessly into the air as she stood upright. Her powerful arms encircled
around him like twin constrictors as he was crushed against her massive chest.

"Tell me spy, what did you learn of my kingdom? Quickly now, and I will show
you that I can be merciful by granting you a speedy execution. If you don't
tell me what I want to know I promise you your death will be slow and
agonizing beyond anything you can imagine."

To emphasize this she gave him a brutal squeeze against her powerful chest
which left him reeling.

"Nothing, I learned nothing", gasped Sim, struggling for air, his feet
dangling several feet off the ground. His legs could get no purchase against
her massive thighs as he tried to squeeze his way up and out of her punishing
grasp.

"I'm just a traveler, I know nothing of your troubles or of spying, please, I
beg you."

"Oh don't worry, you'll beg me alright", the queen said. "You'll beg me
plenty. And when you're done, you'll beg me some more."

She released her savage grip and took hold of him by the waist, positioning
Sim against the wall. Then she leaned in against him with her left breast,
squashing him with her huge left tit. "Auuggh", Sim groaned, as the massive
weight settled on him. Her engorged nipple dug into him like a huge thumb,
bruising his chest. If someone had entered the room at this point all they
would have seen of Sim would have been his flailing arms and legs as the
queen's breast completely engulfed his waist and torso.

The queen sighed with pleasure as she pressed the hapless squirming Sim harder
and harder against the wall. She placed her hands on her broad hips so that
Sim was completely suspended by only her enormous left breast.

"I'll ask you again little one, tell me now what you know of my kingdom",
commanded the queen.

Sim flailed helplessly, his tiny fists beating against the queen's huge tit to
no effect. She grinned as his ineffectual blows drummed against the taut
surface of her breast.

"Please ... please ... you're crushing me", he gasped weakly. "But of course I
am" the queen replied. "I take great pleasure in personally crushing all the
spies we catch."

She pressed harder, and this time there was a sharp cracking sound as one of
his ribs gave way under the enormous pressure. "Aiiie" he screamed, the pain
sudden and intense. How could a woman so beautiful be so cruel. It was clear
that she could do whatever she wanted with him, he was as helpless as a small
child trying to fight against its mother.

The queen's pleasure increased, her nipples massively swollen, she groaned
loudly as she flattened Sim's body against the wall. She then moved him over
to her right tit, rubbing him hard with it and crushing in on him. Harder and
harder she pressed her body against his, smashing the frame of the weaker man
between her and the wall. Another of his ribs broke with a loud snap but still
she carried on the relentless pressure, squashing him like an overripe fruit.

The queen then placed him in between her enormous appendages, pressing him
hard against the wall. She placed her hands on both sides of her chest and
forced the massive globes together, with no regard for the man trapped
helplessly between them. He screamed as the firm fleshy mounds pressed against
him, threatening to cave his sides in. "Look at you", she taunted, "pathetic
worm, I can literally crush the life out of you with only my breasts and
there's not a thing you can do to stop me, other than beg me to release you."

"Oh God, please, please, let me go, I'll do anything", Sim wailed, the pain
becoming more than he could bear.

"Hmmm, let me think, is there anything I need from you. No, sorry little man,
you had your chance, now it's time to turn you into mush" she said.

Sim screamed inwardly as the pressure on his body increased until he felt sure
he could take no more. The huge breasts pinning and suffocating him were his
whole world now, he couldn't see or feel or breathe anything else. Then just
as suddenly the squeezing stopped, and the queen rocked back on her heels
allowing him a desperate lungful of air.

"I've got an idea", she said, her eyes shining with excitement. "Let's play a
game. I love games, and this is one of my favourites. I'll count to ten while
you run and hide, then I'll come and find you, and when I find you I'll smush
you to a pulp", she said. She moved back from the wall and allowed him to
slide slowly down her massive body to the floor. His legs felt like rubber,
his chest was on fire.

"Ten, nine".

"But, but, there's no-where to ..." Sim managed to gasp.

"Eight, seven, six".

Sim started to crawl away as fast as he could.

"Five, four, three".

He managed to stand, and looked around desperately for somewhere, anywhere, to
hide. It was no use, there was nothing, no hiding place that would offer up
sanctuary.

"Three, two, one. Time to be squished, little one".

Sim ran as fast as his aching legs could carry him in the opposite direction
from his tormentress. His mind racing, he thought that maybe if he could
outlast her, tire her out somehow, then he might stand a chance.

The heavy footfalls on the marble floor behind him soon put paid to any hope
of escape. Her long powerful legs ate up the distance between them, and she
hit him with the force of a piledriver. The air was knocked from his lungs as
he tumbled across the hard floor, eventually skidding to a halt several feet
from where she had struck him. He looked up through squinted eyes to see her
standing over his prone body, smiling a victorious smile, hands on hips and
gazing down at the terrified man. His heart was beating so fast he thought it
was going to explode.

The queen knelt down on all fours over Sim's upturned body, grinning to
herself as she watched his frightened eyes grow wider and wider. Slowly she
lowered her chest so that it was almost touching him. From this angle Sim
could see what a truly magnificent yet terrifying woman she was. One of her
breasts was sufficient for what she had in mind, so she lowered her right
breast until the huge nipple was pressing into his chest, pinning him to the
floor. She pressed and released, pressed and released, each time the huge
nipple bruised his already damaged chest. When she eventually eased up Sim
responded by curling into a fetal ball to try and protect his ribs from
further torment. Still she toyed with him, rolling him around the floor with
her breasts as he hugged his arms and legs tightly in towards his body. She
passed him from one breast to the other, one nipple to the other, like a cat
toying with a mouse.

When she grew tired of this game, she allowed her body to slowly sink onto the
floor, trapping Sim's legs beneath her stomach. He gasped as her enormous
weight pressed him into the floor beneath her. In what was clearly a futile
gesture his hands went up to try and stop her massive mounds from crushing
him. She laughed as his hands, which were barely big enough to cover her
nipples, were forced down by the stupendous weight of her chest. She looked
deep into his terrified eyes as the shocking weight of her chest settled onto
him. Please let this be the end, Sim uttered up in silent prayer, begging for
release from his torment.

As darkness beckoned, the pressure suddenly eased and Sim found himself being
swept into her powerful arms and carried across the room. She placed him at
the back of the room where a large rectangular slab of grey marble protruded
from the wall by 6 feet, with a flat surface around 6 feet across and eight
feet high. Sim noted with something approaching terror that there were what
looked like hand holds chiseled into the slab on either side.

"Welcome to my crushing wall", the queen said. "Do hope you like it, I had it
made especially for me. Very expensive, but sooo worth it."

Sim was held tightly against the wall with one hand as the queen placed her
other hand into one of the hand grips at the side of the marble slab. Then she
pressed up against him, holding him firmly in place, before reaching round
with her other hand to take hold of the other hand grip. She smiled a wicked
smile.

Sim gagged from the pressure on his battered body.

"In case you can't already guess, when I start squeezing your body is going to
be compressed between my breasts and the marble behind you. Guess which is
going to win?" She whispered in close to him. Then she slowly flexed her arm
muscles, bringing her chest closer against the wall and squeezing the
terrified man dangling there. "I could be merciful and finish you off with one
quick squeeze, but I don't particularly feel like being merciful today" she
mused.

The pressure on his body increased steadily, until it seemed that he could
bear no more. Nothing could be worse than this, he thought, as the queen's
gigantic chest mashed him against the solid marble wall. She flexed and
relaxed her muscular arms, flexed and relaxed, flexed and relaxed , constantly
increasing the pressure on him. Her head was tossed back, her eyes had taken
on a wild look, and her hair was flying around her. In his worst nightmares
Sim couldn't begin to imagine a torture such as this. Then with one mighty
flex of her gargantuan arms and prodigious breasts the queen smashed his
remaining ribs to smithereens.

She lifted the badly mangled man and turned him horizontally so that her
breasts now covered his entire broken body. Sim groaned in agony, terribly
injured but still alive. Her right breast pressed hard against his legs,
pinning them and then crunching them like tinder wood as she pulled herself in
against the wall. He left breast pressed against his torso, shoulders and
head, inflecting yet more damage on his already crushed ribs and chest.

With one last supreme effort the queen exerted her full body weight and
strength on his broken body and crushed him flat, so that her breasts touched
the wall, totally extinguishing any remaining life from his body. All of his
bones had been broken and many were reduced to dust.

The queen stepped back and saw to her amusement the mangled remains of what
once was Sim squished against the wall, like a fly that had been hit with a
heavy book. As she turned to walk away she heard his lifeless body drop to the
floor. The doors opened and her servants entered and quickly cleared the mess
away.