This choice: The exercise mats (used for stretching, yoga, sparring etc.) • Go Back...Chapter #9Squashed on the Mats by: Azazel-8   Seeing the vast expanse of the gym’s exercise mats expand out before her, Weiss squeezed her eyes shut and waited for her end. She hit the ground with a force that didn’t even register to anyone else in the gym but which to her felt distinctly like being hit by a truck, even against the relatively cushioned surface of the mats. And yet, much to her own surprise she felt winded but surprisingly very much still alive, not even really that sore.
Allowing her eyes to creep open and slowly catching her breath, Weiss turned her head to the side and noted that she had fallen quite close to the edge of the mat, with the entrance of the gym to her right and the remainder of the mats expanding out behind her. What she couldn’t see is that the impact with the ground had caused part of her body, particularly her chest and legs, to flatten slightly against the mat. Far from two dimensionally but enough to be noticed if she had taken to time to look down.
Her flattened parts popping back to shape without protest, Weiss rolled onto her back to catch her breath, sighing in relief for a second before her eyes went wide with fear and shock.
High above her, hanging ominously in the air like the looming spectre of death, the bare right foot of Pyrrha Nikos began its silent but deadly descent.
For Pyrrha it was just a simple step on her way to the rest of her team on the other side of gym, but for Weiss the image of that descending foot was burned into her mind as what might very well be the last thing she would ever see in her life. The red hair of the amazon’s ponytail and the swell of her breasts faded into obscurity, and all she could see was the bare sole, interposed with still shots of her own life flashing before her eyes as she found herself frozen in abject terror.
At the last possible second, the heiress found her voice and screamed in complete and utter despair only to be brutally silenced as Pyrrha completed her step and buried Weiss under an endless wall of flesh. The slightly sweaty foot, made moist from several hours already spent at the gym, sunk deep into the cushioned surface of the mat, the body of the tiny fencer offering no resistance whatsoever as she disappeared completely under the ball of Pyrrha’s foot.
Weiss had expected a lot of things in this instant. She had expected pain, and there was certainly no absence of that, her entire body experiencing a sense of agony like nothing she had ever felt before. She had expected the darkness and the heat that surrounded her as she was buried in a steamy hell. She had even expected the sweat that clung to her like a second skin and the smell that violently assaulted her nostrils. Yet, she had expected to experience all of these things for a fraction of a second at most, only to have them replaced by the sweet, if undesired, release of death.
Rather than end however, the torment just continued as her tortured body failed to burst into the red mess she had expected but instead flattened out under the pressure of Pyrrha’s unrelenting weight, her chest, arms, legs and head quickly compacted into a two dimensional shape that defied reason. The sensations she was feeling were impossible to describe, her body transfigured into putty yet remaining biologically, if not structurally, functional. A blob of putty that somehow was able to be crushed even flatter as Pyrrha’s left foot lifted for her next step, instantly doubling the weight.
All of this was experienced in little more than a second as the foot dug in and then started to lift again, the heel lifting off first as the ball twisted down, smearing Weiss into a tortured lump of flesh and torn clothes before lifting off and moving on for another step. Still completely unaware of the agony she had inflicted on her friend, Pyrrha stepped off the mat and walked the remaining distance to her team, greeting the enthusiastic Nora with a casual fist bump as she idly lifted her left foot to scratch an itch half way up her right thigh, absentmindedly grinding the sole of her right foot into the hard wooden timbers of the gym’s main floor.
As Pyrrha and her team headed back towards their gym bags and a change of clothes, Weiss was…  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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