Road Rage 16 min read

It was a Friday evening, and Eric was late. He had a dinner business meeting to attend, and he was speeding. To top it off, it was one of the hottest days of the year. The high had been 112 degrees, and the humidity was off the scale. Eric had untied his tie, and was sweating like a pig. He was not in a good mood.

Now, he was stuck behind one of those short school busses, and it was driving slower than he thought it should. Granted, it was filled with good looking young women, but that didn’t quell the growing frustration he was feeling towards the occupants of that bus.

Jefferson College had an awesome varsity female swim team. They were some of the best in the state, and had already earned a reputation as being “the ones to beat”. Besides, they were not only great swimmers, they were also incredibly beautiful. Most of them were blonde, with a few redheads and even a couple with jet black hair. Young, nubile women, they won their swim meets with ease, and along with the competition, quite a few young men’s hearts (or at least their libidos). Today they were riding home in their swim suits. Because the weather was so hot, and they would probably sweat on the bus (it had no air conditioning), all twenty of the girls had decided to just wear their suits home on the bus and change when they got back to school.

The girls were now talking about the day, boys, and all the things girls talk about when they have a long bus ride ahead of them.

Becky spoke up first. “You guys hear about that girl in Texas that was beaten and raped on a school bus? I heard it took six months for her to get out of the hospital!”

Jeanie said “Yeah, that sure is scary. I’d just like to find the guy who did that and meet him in a back alley somewhere.”

“What would you do to him?” Becky asked.

Jeanie said “First, I’d kick him as hard as I could in the nuts. Then, when he was on the ground, I’d jump really high, and land on his face, heels first. Oh, and I’d make sure I was barefoot too. That way, I could feel his face being crushed beneath my feet. I’d just keep jumping up and down on his face until his head was nothing but an unrecognizable pile of mush. As a final treat, I’d do the twist and feel his face squish between my bare toes!”

For emphasis, Jeanie pointed the toes of her right foot seductively. She smiled evilly, and then slammed her heel on the floor, twisting in a grinding motion.

Deb laughed and said “Crushing his face is all fine and good, but I don’t think you should just leave his nuts alone after the first kick.”

“Oh?” Jeanie said, “What form of exquisitely painful demise did you have in mind?”

Grinning wickedly, Deb said “I think it should be a team effort. While you are pulverizing his face, I’d take his nuts. I have a pair of old Birkenstocks that I’ve had so long they have the imprints of my heels and toes are pressed deep into the sole. I’d put on those shoes, and back up so I was facing his feet. Then I’d lift my heels, and place his nuts in the heel depression. They’d have nowhere to go to as I slowly lowered my heels and shifted weight until i was standing on just my heels. His nuts would be squashed flatter and flatter, until they popped. I’d not notice, of course, and continue to grind the meat with my heels until I made nut butter – the smooth kind!”

They all laughed at that. Then everyone started to get into the spirit. The Johnson twins said they would help by each taking one side of his head and kicking repeatedly while Jeanie was jumping on his face. Heather said she’d stomp on his hands, making sure to pulverize each finger. Others said they would jump on, kick, or stomp various body parts – arms, legs, stomach, chest.

Lynda surprised everyone by her input. Normally shy, she said “You know, he’d probably be really annoying and yell during the whole thing. I think I’d have to shut him up.”

“How?” asked Deb.

Lynda’s eyes stared into space, as she thought. “I’d jump high and land on his throat. I’d take special care to position my heels so that they were on each side of his adams apple. Then I’d turn into a barefoot jackhammer. I’d stomp his neck and crush his windpipe so much that my feet would reach the floor through his flattened throat!”

She was snarling, and clenching her hands, shaking. Deb looked at Jeanie, and back to Lynda. “Why are you so mad?” she asked.

Lynda looked up, with tears in her eyes. “I had an old grade school friend that was beaten when she was twelve. I’ve always wanted to get revenge for her. It took her a long time to recover.”

Deb said “Well, don’t worry, Lynda. If we ever get the chance, we’ll get your revenge as a team.”

All the girls said “yeah!”, or “count me in!”. Some nodded, some stomped their feet in support.

They were all so into their discussion, they didn’t realize the bus had stopped. “What’s the matter, Miss Wilson?” Deb called out.

Miss Wilson, the bus driver and coach, said “Some asshole just cut in front of me and slammed on his brakes. Holy crap, he’s getting out of his car and coming towards the bus!”

The girls all rushed to the bus windows, and looked out. They could see Eric coming towards the bus, an expression of rage on his face.

Jeanine glanced at Deb and said “Maybe we’ll get a chance to practice our team exercises. If this guy gets out of hand, I’m taking him down.” To the rest of the girls, she said “If I say “places, ladies”, let’s take him out like we talked about. You guys with me?”

Everyone agreed with nods and scattered “yeah” and “let’s do it”.

Eric came up to the bus door and pounded on it, yelling “Let me in, you bitch!”

Miss Wilson calmly opened the door and said “What can I help you with?”

Eric bounded up the bus steps, and got very close to her. Still shouting, he said “Why the fuck are you driving so slow on such a hot day? You won’t even let me pass your piece-of-shit bus so I can get going. I’m late, now, and it’s your fault!”

In a fit of blind rage, he drew his arm back and slapped Miss Wilson as hard as he could. Her head flew back, and slammed against the bus window. She cried out, and then dropped over the steering wheel, unconscious.

Jeanie yelled at him “Hey Shithead! Why not try that with one of us!”

Eric whirled around at her and snarled. “Ok, girlie, you’re next.”

Jeanie yelled to her friends “Places, ladies.” The whole group of them started to get up and move towards Eric. They climbed over bus seats and squeezed down the aisle to get ready for anything he might do.

Eric laughed and started walking towards Jeanie. “Oooo, tough little girlies, huh? You all gonna try and take on the big man? I can take you all! Do your worst, girlies!” In his angered state, he didn’t see the danger. He was being surrounded by very capable, very angry young women.

Jeanie waited till he was within range, and then stepped forward and executed a perfect cheerleader-type kick. Her foot shot up and buried itself in his crotch. She felt his nuts flatten against his body, crushed nicely between her instep and his pelvis. Jeanie had kicked with such force that Eric was lifted off the ground a few inches. He fell to his knees, groaning.

“Not so tough now, are you asshole?” Jeanie said sarcastically. She cooed “What’s the matter, tough guy have a boo-boo?”

Deb said “Get his face, Jeanie!”

Jeanie smiled wickedly, and grabbed Eric’s hair, pulling his face up. He was in no position to argue, feeling quite nauseous from her groin kick. He just stared at her dumbly through mounting tears.

Jeanie lifted her knee to her chest and pointed her heel forward. She then yelled “Hayyyah! and kicked him in the face with everything she could muster. Her heel smashed into his face, loosening several front teeth and bloodying his nose. Eric’s head snapped back, and he grabbed his face as he fell backwards.

The other girls were now surrounding him, laughing at his fate. However, Eric was always a slow learner, and he showed that trait now.

“You bitch! You loosedb mby teebth with your kick! I’ll kill you! ”

“You don’t look to be in a condition to do much of anything, asshole!” said Lynda. She emphasized her claim by kicking his hands away from his face and stomping on his throat. As Eric coughed in pain, Lynda smiled sweetly. “Feel good? ‘Cuz there’s plenty more coming!”

Now the “plan” the girls had discussed earlier was starting to come together. Deb jumped off one of the bus seats onto Eric’s groin. As she landed, she stood in place, twisting her heels into his balls.

Eric screamed in pain, and Jeanie smiled. “Uh uh,” she said, “we mustn’t attract attention by being noisy.” She placed each hand on the back of a bus seat, one on each side of the aisle. Lifting her knees to her chest, she slammed her feet down on to Eric’s upturned face with all her might. With an audible crunch, his nose disappeared beneath her heels. Eric tried to scream louder, but all that came out was a sound like he was gargling. Jeanie snarled, and twisted her heels on his face. “Lynda, help me out here!”

Lynda looked at Jeanie and grinned. “One throat crush, coming up!”, she yelled.

Lynda jumped up high and landed on Eric’s throat with both heels. She felt a satisfying crunch, and then started to lose her balance. She caught herself on the bus seats. “Try and trip me up, eh? Naughty, naughty!” She started to walk in place, stomping her feet hard with each step. Eric’s throat kept its shape for the first few stomps, but then started to soften. Lynda smiled. This wouldn’t take long.

Lynda looked at Jeanie and grinned. “Hey Jeanie, if i didn’t know, I wouldn’t be able to tell what was happening by the sound. That squishing sound his face makes when you twist sounds really cool!”

Deb laughed. “You want to hear squishing? Watch this! Keep him busy til I get back.”

She stepped off his nuts and ran to her gym bag. Reaching inside, she rummaged around for a few moments, and then pulled out her Birkinstocks.”Ta da!” She said triumphantly, starting back to the group.

Meanwhile, the Johnson twins, Jill and Joan, pounced on his head. They were both very active in school sports. Jill was on the soccer team,and Joan was a cheerleader. Both smiled evilly.

Joan said “Jill, you take the right side. I’ll take the left. Lets practice our kick steps”

“You got it” yelled Joan.

They stomped up Eric’s body, making sure to kick his nuts hard as they walked over his body. Eric was too busy trying to breath with Jeanie twisting on his face and Lynda stomping his throat to notice much. His body just twitched involuntarily in pain. Jumping high, they used his chest as a springboard and stomped down hard, hopping next to his head and leaving deep footprints in his shirt. They moved so they were on each side of his head.

“Bout time you guys got here. My arms are a bit too short to continue reaching across the aisle.” Jeanie said. She switched from holding onto the seats to holding onto the twins shoulders. “Let’s get a rythm going. I’ll say kick, you kick. The next beat, I stomp. We alternate like so. Sound good?”

Jill said “Sure, Jeanie. We’re both in the band. We can keep time to any beat!”

And so it went. Jeanie yelled “Kick”, and the twins kicked Eric’s head from both sides, simultaneously, as hard as they could. They made sure to use the balls of their feet, to provide more crushing power. While the twins kicked, Jeanie lifted her knees to her chest. On the downbeat, she would slam her heels into Eric’s face, crushing it more and more into a pulp. She started singing “I’ve been working on the railroad…”. Each beat would begin with two pulverizing kicks to the head, followed by a face crushing stomp. Eric couldn’t see anymore, his eyes smashed beneath Jeanie’s heels, he couldn’t hear anymore because his ears were mush from the twins kicks, and he could barely breath with Lynda on his throat. His body was starting to go numb, and he thought the worst was about over. He was wrong.

Deb returned to her place between Eric’s legs. “Ok, everyone, help me get these pants off.” The girls who couldn’t get close enough to get into the action joined Deb in pulling off Eric’s pants and underwear. In no time, they were looking at his slightly swollen bare balls.

Deb said “Here’s where we really have some fun!” She dropped her Birkenstocks onto the floor between Eric’s legs. Turning around, she slipped on her shoes and backed up until her heels were up against his balls. For good measure, she slammed her heels into his nuts a few times. “Gotta soften those babies up, you know.”

Deb said “Laura, you take his left nut, Denise, take the right one. When I lif my heels, put his nuts in the heel depressions.”

Laura and Denise nodded their understanding. Debbie lifted up on her toes and walked backwards even further, till his nuts were directly under her heels. Laura and Denise positioned each nut in its own little hole, and then signaled to Deb. “All set”, Laura said.

Deb smiled her biggest smile yet. She shouted “Here’s a squishing sound for you!”, and dropped back on her heels with all her weight. She felt his balls flatten, but they didn’t crush immediately. She started to twist on her heels.

Eric’s world was a white hot flash of pain. He could feel Deb’s heels crushing his nuts more and more. Every time she moved, a new wave of unbearable pain swept over his body.

Deb was getting frustrated. “They won’t pop! Tough little buggers!”

Denise said “Try lifting up and slamming your heels down on them a few times. That ought to do it.”

“Good idea” Deb said. She raised herself on her toes, and dropped as hard as she could onto Eric’s nuts again. The left one popped immediately, but the right one slipped out of its indentation. Eric’s body convulsed in sheer agony. “Shit!” Deb said. “It got away!”

Laura yelled “I’ll hold it.”. She reached down and pushed his right nut back under Deb’s heel. “Okay, go!”

Deb slammed her right heel down on Eric’s remaining nut, lifting her left foot for extra weight. It crushed flat with an audible squishing sound.

The girls cheered. “Those things won’t bother us again”, Deb said, smiling.

Lynda said “Good job Deb! I heard those things squish from up here.”

“Thanks, Lynda” Deb said, “I take pride in my work. How’s your end going?”

Lynda looked down at the mess of pulp that used to be Eric. “Pretty good. Jeanie and the twins are pulping his head, and I’ll be done with his throat momentarily.” Turning back to her task, she started to rapid-fire stomp his neck into mush. Her heels were leaving deep, lasting depressions in his neck. His neck was so soft, in fact, that her toes left an impression as she started jumping up and down with both feet.

“Jeanie, let’s finish him!”, Lynda yelled.

“Sounds good to me”, Jeanie said. “Okay, ladies, let’s pop his head! All at once now. One, two, three!!”

Eric’s final blows from all the girls hit at once. Jill and Joan kicked his head as hard as they could, and felt the sides of his skull give. Lynda jumped high, and landed on his neck with an audible snap. Jeanie slammed her heels down on his face, and felt her feet sink into his face a few inches. For good measure, she gave one more quick full-weight stomp. Her heels smashed into his now crushed face, and kept going to the floor as his head exploded into a pile of mushed face and brains. She found herself standing on the bus floor with the remains of Eric’s face squishing between her toes.

“Eeewww”, Jeanie said, “It feels all smushy”. She wiggled her toes and squished parts of Eric’s face between her toes. She glanced down, and saw an eyeball. Curling her toes, she trapped it under her feet and popped it with the ball of her foot.

Deb said “A job well done, ladies. Let’s get this mess cleaned up before Miss Wilson wakes up.”

They took Eric’s remains, the pieces that were big enough to carry, outside, and placed them under the rear tires of the bus. Then they used the water from the team’s water cooler to wash the floor, and their feet. By opening the back safety door, they could swish the bloody water out of the bus. Just as they were finishing up, Miss Wilson started to groan.

Jeanie went up to her and said “Miss Wilson, are you alright?”

“What happened?” She asked. “Where’s the guy who hit me?”

“We scared him off, Miss Wilson”, Lynda said, “But he might be back. We should really get going”.

“You’re right, Lynda. Ok, everyone in their seats.”

As she started the bus, the girls looked at each other and smirked. Deb stuck her head out the side window and watched the tires roll over Eric’s body. When the bus rolled forward, the girls could hear the remains of Eric’s body crunch and squish under the tires. Deb saw his legs snap, his chest cave in, and what remained of his internal organs come shooting out his neck as if someone stepped on a ketchup packet. She smiled, and sat back down on the seat.

She whispered “Well, no one will ever know what happened, guys. There isn’t enough left of him to even identify whether or not he was male or female.”

Jeanie said “You know, that was kinda fun. We’ll have to do that again sometime”.

Everyone nodded in agreement. “Yeah”, Deb said, “We could be ‘Team Trample'”.

They all laughed, and looked forward to the next opportunity for their new team to practice their special skills.