Euthanasia

Few months have passed since Alex squished Jason, her paid foot treater who became her property because his company went bankrupt.

The satisfaction it gave Alex was like nothing else, it surprised her. For weeks she kept watching the photo she took and masturbating, his tiny squashed lifeless body stuck to her sole, it gave her so much pleasure.

But as time passed, its effect got weaker, she wanted to experience it again, but she didn’t know how… she wanted to visit Hanum and squish some of the men there but found out that as a former US Marine she can’t go there.

So she started buying cheap slaves from professional enslavers, not only did it consume her savings rapidly, it also didn’t give her the same kind of thrill and joy she had from doing it to Jason.

She couldn’t explain why, but it just didn’t.

Frustrated, realizing she spends a few thousand dollars every month for something that doesn’t satisfy her enough, she stopped purchasing them.

Months have passed without her squishing anyone, it drove her crazy, she was itching, getting cranky, mad all the time, her PTSD episodes came back to her more often, she needed it, she had to take lives using her foot, she needed to hear their tiny bones cracks underneath her.

Then one evening she watched a TV show about the Euthanasia program in Switzerland. It’s some kind of a mercy killing on demand, for people who were sick and needed a way out.

The first thing she thought about was - “what a waste”, she could squish them instead… and then she realized, why not? People also suicide without being sick, why would they swallow pills or jump from buildings instead of letting her squish them?

So she used some of her savings, hired a content writer and a social media campaign manager and started advertising This new service, acting like it’s a legitimate business.

At first - people mocked her and she thought it’s a complete failure, but then she actually started getting calls, some people wanted to get squished by her, it shocked her.

Some sent themselves with flowers, chocolate boxes and stuff like that, but others even paid for that handsomely without being asked for it, some guy gave her his apartment and car, another gave her his entire savings, she couldn’t believe it’s happening, in a matters of weeks she actually became rich beyond her wildest dreams, squishing all kinds of miserable guys, either sick or just wanted to die under her feet, she didn’t ask any questions - she just did as they asked her to.

Although it was just a little more satisfying than crushing all those E-ranked slaves, Alex slowly realized it still wasn’t it.

It’s not like squishing Jason, that guy was talented, smart, his whole life ahead of him, he had potential, dreams, hopes, a true desire to stay alive - and it was all cut short under her foot with one tiny crack, only to satisfy her.

That was the difference, the fact that he wasn’t ready for it, perhaps the fact that he didn’t deserve it.

Alex sighed tiredly after squishing some 27 years old guy who wanted to suicide, it didn’t even made her smile, it bored her, and she already have more money than she could spend.

She started realizing that if she wants to experience this thrill again, she needs to find and manipulate someone that’s more like Jason, someone who has dreams and big hopes, someone who would never want to get pulverized under her foot like a small flea.

She needed to gain his trust, even to fall in love with her, and then squish him, just the thought made her horny as hell.

Now she knows - she needs to squish someone like you.

She should just figure out how to make it possible.