James arrived with a pair of thin tables and a device that
consisted of a pair of rollers in a frame and a large handle.
Once they had propped my strapped down body against a mirror,
Mary got into the bag and James pulled the string to tightened it
round her neck. I felt like telling James to tie it tighter, but
I felt vulnerable tied to my board. Mary's hands emerged from
holes in the side of the bag and she hopped over to one of the
tables and lay on it. James positioned the rollers at the end of
the table and turned the handle. The bag containing Mary was
being drawn into the rollers and coming out the other side. The
rollers were less than an inch apart. James continued until Mary's
hands had almost reached the rollers and the bottom of the bag
touched the floor. James opened bottom of the bag and gently
exposed Mary's bare feet. Mary withdrew her hands into the bag.
Once the hand holes had gone through the rollers, Mary put her
hands back out. The expression on her face told me she was
enjoying being crushed and restored. When her head approached the
rollers, James stopped again, to pull the top of the sack over
Mary's head, before going back to turning the handle. The top of
the sack went through the rollers and Mary stood and released
herself from the bag. She was back wearing her purple skirt and
blouse that she had been wearing earlier.
"Now it's your turn." said Mary ominously. She and
James lifted the board and laid it on the table and placed the
other table on the other side of the rollers. I looked through
the space between my feet at the gap between the rollers. The gap
was not much wider than the thickness of the board I was trussed
to.
"Here we go. Point your toes." Said James as Mary
turned the handle, I pointed my toes. I lifted my head to watch
what was happening it looked my toes and the rest of me were
going to be crushed between the roller, they looked solid enough
to do it. I felt the top roller touch the nail of my biggest toe
and press it against the board. The mess of blood and bone
splinters I was anticipating did not happen. My toes were
squashed flat and my feet were following. There was no real pain,
but the sensation of being patted dry after a relaxing bath with
a towel still warm from the towel rail. As my knees were going
into the rollers my feet came into view via the overhead mirror.
At first I thought they looked normal, but then I realized they
were still flat and I could not move them. Mary handed the job of
turning the handle over to James when the hem of my dress went
into the rollers. Mary lifted my flattened feet and turned them
edge on so I could see that they were paper-thin.
James kept cranking until my chin touched the top roller, by
which time Mary had had some fun. She had made pleats up my legs
and was pulling and pushing them so they shorten and lengthened
like an accordion. She had also removed the straps which did not
help as I found I could not move the flattened bits at all. James
flattened me out. His touch was gentle yet firm. While I was
being flattened and straightened, Mary went off and return a
stand that held a small box at about head height. While James
turned the handles back so my body was drawn back through the
rollers to the same side as my head, Mary supported my head so that I
could see my flattened body emerge from between the rollers.