The woman's feet came down on Anub. Stomping, stomping, one pounding foot then the other. Anub was getting pressed flat. Her feet were covered in a layer of redish purple juices.
How long could Anub survive under her feet? She was like a giant to him. She kept stomping, then she walked away, and another woman stepped on Anub. Anub was feeling so much pressure. The woman's feet literally squashed Anub.
The juice flowed out. It would make a great port. The ladies hugged and withdrew from the vat to enjoy a celebratory glass.