[sugarrrrsmack]

makes child birth look like cake compared 2 that. OUCH... hurts my kitty just looking at that...

[Pangaea]

Originally Posted by Richards ↗

Gross!! She needs to shave her pubes

Jeez, with a gross accident scene like this, and yet, there are still people who are obsessively bothered by a hairy pussy even if it's crushed... You know generally I'd prefer a well shaved one myself. But man! There ARE people who'd just like to maintain their private place the natural way and it has nothing to do with their hygiene. Get over with it! What is it with you guys? Did you get scratched from them or something?

[CaSe]

They don't have sheets there or what?

[William May]

Originally Posted by concept2complex ↗

Do they stuff her guts back in her pussy or just throw that shit away

I'm pretty sure they'll just scoop her out like a pumpkin, and fill her up with crushed newspapers.

[emarieu]

Originally Posted by concept2complex ↗

Do they stuff her guts back in her pussy or just throw that shit away

I expect they will do the same thing they do with a man whose guts are squirted out his asshole...

[bando21]

congrats, it's a....bunch of organs

[gimlet]

Soft bitch....walk it off

[William May]

Originally Posted by BuckRoger ↗

almost like in story 'Fatal misstep. A tale of NYC" now deleted:

What I am about to tell you know probably took place over no more than ten seconds, but I remember each second vividly, for it was at eternity to me. First my shoulder blades were crushed into the back of the trailing bus. I felt something sharply crack and a wave of horrible pain swept over me. Then my hips caught like a walnut between the two unyielding surfaces. Then, the fragile nut cracked and my spine began to collapse. A feeling overtook me that was having an immense bowel movement. But what was really happening was that I was being constricted like a snake and my intestines themselves that were being squeezed out of me like toothpaste. I felt a wet mass drop out of my ass and splatter on the blacktop beneath me, mixed with the urine from an ruptured bladder. The honey jar ripped through my pantyhose and plunged deep into my vagina in an orgasmic wave that alleviated some of the pain.

The vice continued to tighten. My legs pressed together like hams and bust my stockings as the flattened out. My right breast exploded like a water balloon, drenching me in blood, then an instant later the left breast did he same. My white blouse was soaked with blood and with my red jacket I must have taken on the appearance of a crushed tomato. What was left of my breasts dripped down the front of me like vanilla pudding. An instant later, I felt my ribs grinding together. I felt my gorge rise. Something big and soft was in my throat, then my mouth until finally exploding in a fountain of gore by esophagus was forced tot of my throat and I was burst at both ends. I knew I was dead and I wanted it to end, but there was one indignity left to endure. I felt twin plates of hot steel press themselves into the front and back of my head and begin to squeeze. I felt my eyeballs pop out and my jaw break. The last sensation was of my skull cracking open and gray matter spurting out over my neck, mixing with the stands of my long blonde hair like the contents of a ruptured grape.

When finally the leading bus moved forward there were gasps of horror from the surrounding crowd because what was left of me slipped down the metal surfaces and dropped to the street in a pile of foul smelling gore. All that was left that resembled a woman were two slim, delicate arms with little white hands with red well-manicured nails; a snapped-off pair is shapely ankles, lying akimbo, surrounded by goop, each adorned with a blood red leather pump. If you looked closely you could see feet inside. But most bizarre was a woman’s shaved vagina encircling a hive shaped crystal honey jar engraved with bumblebees.

And then some jackass took pictures of me, and put them on DR, and now everyone is cracking jokes about my "honeypot". Life sucks! Death sucks even worse!

P.S. Maybe I should have given my boyfriend that blowjob he wanted this morning. Too late now.

P.P.S. CRAP! I ruined my new shoes, too!

[nanigodsmum]

sorry but i cannot see her face to see the terror

[abrastone]

Originally Posted by BuckRoger ↗

almost like in story 'Fatal misstep. A tale of NYC" now deleted:

What I am about to tell you know probably took place over no more than ten seconds, but I remember each second vividly, for it was at eternity to me. First my shoulder blades were crushed into the back of the trailing bus. I felt something sharply crack and a wave of horrible pain swept over me. Then my hips caught like a walnut between the two unyielding surfaces. Then, the fragile nut cracked and my spine began to collapse. A feeling overtook me that was having an immense bowel movement. But what was really happening was that I was being constricted like a snake and my intestines themselves that were being squeezed out of me like toothpaste. I felt a wet mass drop out of my ass and splatter on the blacktop beneath me, mixed with the urine from an ruptured bladder. The honey jar ripped through my pantyhose and plunged deep into my vagina in an orgasmic wave that alleviated some of the pain.

The vice continued to tighten. My legs pressed together like hams and bust my stockings as the flattened out. My right breast exploded like a water balloon, drenching me in blood, then an instant later the left breast did he same. My white blouse was soaked with blood and with my red jacket I must have taken on the appearance of a crushed tomato. What was left of my breasts dripped down the front of me like vanilla pudding. An instant later, I felt my ribs grinding together. I felt my gorge rise. Something big and soft was in my throat, then my mouth until finally exploding in a fountain of gore by esophagus was forced tot of my throat and I was burst at both ends. I knew I was dead and I wanted it to end, but there was one indignity left to endure. I felt twin plates of hot steel press themselves into the front and back of my head and begin to squeeze. I felt my eyeballs pop out and my jaw break. The last sensation was of my skull cracking open and gray matter spurting out over my neck, mixing with the stands of my long blonde hair like the contents of a ruptured grape.

When finally the leading bus moved forward there were gasps of horror from the surrounding crowd because what was left of me slipped down the metal surfaces and dropped to the street in a pile of foul smelling gore. All that was left that resembled a woman were two slim, delicate arms with little white hands with red well-manicured nails; a snapped-off pair is shapely ankles, lying akimbo, surrounded by goop, each adorned with a blood red leather pump. If you looked closely you could see feet inside. But most bizarre was a woman’s shaved vagina encircling a hive shaped crystal honey jar engraved with bumblebees.