Now only eleven of the 80 men remained in the queue. It was starting to look like some of them might still be alive when the gong goes. The rules state that any who are in mid-smother at the time of the gong, may continue with their smother until the male’s ultimate sweet surrender, the time of the final capitulation being crucial where two Glambabes have the same number of kills, and if there are any left in the queue at this time, they are to be awarded one to the winner, then, if there are any more, one to the second-placed girl, one to the third, … as a ‘victory lap’ celebration.
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Handsome Stan the rodeo star and car salesman (swindler) was pleasantly surprised by the
sudden and unexpected kiss from a magnificently beautiful Glambabe. She had come to collect him. Looking forward to an encounter with such a vivacious and laughy chick, he was easily felled and soon he too was in his final throws of useless struggles.
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Eventually Sophie got into the swing of things, but she never made it out of the bottom three in this event. She sat on another one’s face, a burglar, and her rear made passionate love to his bottomly compressed face. Other crooks would just walk along in silence sharing a burning passion for the beautiful Glambabes that were about to smother them. Bertram proved to be no match for Nicola’s ass, which was everything he had ever dreamed of in an all-devouring butt.
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The crowd was chanting “give them ass, give them ass!” – they were well into the excitement and the heat of the moment now.
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Obeying did not spare anyone’s life, but maybe won him a better start in the female-dominated after-life. They had no problem with that. Quite pleased with herself as she finished him off, she was soon done with the pilot-to-be gone bad, and onto her final victim of this game, a car radios snatcher.
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In the final minute of the game, all the women were frantically working their butts, trying to finish one off and move onto to another. In the final 15 seconds, three more Glambabes managed to finish one off and go up for another. Two of them quickly snatched a male and went to work on them – it was little Rachel and the blonde bombshell Brittany, who were now joint leaders with Sarah-Jane; one of them, Suzy, had just run out of men with her name on but clinched 4th place; and two more males remained unclaimed when the gong sounded, and hence they were going to be victory laps for the top two finishers, which turned out to be Brittany and little Rachel in this event, mostly because of Sarah-Jane’s costly slip-off, which gave her final target costly extra minutes through one last breather.
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When the final standings were read out, and the top two planted a victorious foot on their prizes’ faces, while the others planted a foot on their last victims’ already surrendered faces, the crowd cheered ALL the Glambabes well, and chanted “super babes, super babes” every chance they got and some chanted “that’s a good innings”.
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Lovely curly ladies wearing black evening dresses were dragging the smothered out males out of the arena and over the edge of a nearby specially-made cliff. More and more defeated males were being chucked off the edge and were piling up underneath. Sophie was amazed at the huge heap of seemingly dead men (but surely most were merely unconscious) already, and the night was young yet.
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Then the two victory-lap-boys were slowly and pleasurefully being smothered, kindly and mercifully given a couple of sit-up breaths before the final sit, in which all nine Glambabes were allowed to sit on the chests and legs of the prizes, while Brittany and Lil’ Rachel sat on their faces.
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The crowd euphorically chanted “You go, girls!” and when it was over, the Glambabes’ own remix of the Spice Girls’ Classic Hit “ I really, really, REALLY wanna sit-a-sit-ah!” was played through the sound system, while all the bodies were taken away, to be turned into a variety of nifty uses, from gastronomic delicacies, to beauty products like skin cremes and shampoos, to stuffed sex toys and trophies for walls, to food for crocodiles who were being bred and raised for the women to eat when they were ready for the butchers.
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But the loudest cheer of all so far, topping many a really big, loud cheer already so far, came when the ring announceress pointed out that there were still nine more events to come, adding how many more men still awaited smothering here tonight.
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Next up was going to be the Team Grab and Capture, followed by the first half of the Punch & Stuff, then the timed Precision Smother. Then we were going to see the Crush, Wind & Log, followed by The Pageant. Then the MultiSit awaits, followed by the BBWs’ Megasit. The Juniors Girls’ Adventure would follow after that, then the Mattress Men and lastly, the Mass Elimination. So we were in for a lot of treats still to come.
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In the Team Grab and Capture, four teams of four girls each were going to use their rodeo ropes to chase and catch as many of the 100 men as possible, with bonus points available for certain maneuvres, submissions and three-on-one positions. In the first half of the Punch & Stuff, the most horrible, dangerous and evil, least worthy of any proximity to girls’ asses men were simply to be turned into human punchbags, hanging well tied up first upside down from the arena roof, then the right way up and by their arms. Each girl and boy in this event was to have five punching opponents, with points given for severity, style control, grace and damage done, then these failed humans were to be stuffed into trash bins with only a leg and an arm exposed and beaten with sticks, then each was to be taken to the ladies restrooms and put through special head-inserts, where each was going to be covered with girly urine and poo until they were no more.
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Then the timed Precision Smother, which was a test not only of beauty and style for the competing glambabes, but also of their abilities to guesstimate how long they have been sitting on their victims for. Each glambabe would have a 15 minute and a 20 minute smother boy, and the total combined end-of-smother to end of target time differences would be converted into points that helped decide the finishing order. There were so many events, and so much prize money went to the ‘other best placed Glambabes in each event that overall, after the whole evening, the winnings were going to be quite similar for all Glambabes.
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In addition to the Glambabes, there were the ironfisted Honeybabes, who did quite well out of the Punch and Stuff and the Crush, Wind & Log in which all the GlamFemmes Fatales also took part, and which got rid of the worst of the crooks in a less dignified and more punitive manner. In the latter event, as the name suggests, the emphasis was more on its core elements, the crushing of testicles, the multiple passing of wind onto their humiliated victims’ faces, and their ultimate demise in the special head inserts of the ladies toilets.
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In The Pageant, each male chooses his top five picks from among the girls during a lingerie catwalk show, and is guaranteed to get one of his picks, so the more often a girl is chosen, the better are her chances of scoring the most from her smothers, after all more men to smother means more points potential.
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Then the MultiSit awaits, which will involve getting ALL the many birthday girls from the audience involved in a game of multiple girls sitting on each victim at the same time. A roll of the dice decides which woman sits on or gets off her victim for 60 seconds, and a ‘6’ means all bounce up and down in him. Then in the BBWs’ Megasit, the sheer size of the special SSBBW’s asses accounts for a very different style of event, with victims typically outweighed by four-to-one ratios by their kiss of death sweet surrender girls. The SmotherTeens ‘Girls’ Adventure’ would allow the younger ones to get some experience in, and its rules forced them to be conscious of their looks, style, control, elegance, technique and such elements, allowing all the basics to be practiced and refined (while at the same time taking a good load of crooks out).
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Then in the Mattress Men game, men walk around with mattresses strapped to their backs, and women, including the Glambabes, the Honeybabes and the GlamFemmes-Fatales, fell them with splendid high kicks and in the ensuing smother sit, the mattress makes for a very comfortable kiss of death for all. A very popular event, accounting for over 200 sweet surrenders tonight, with the replays of the high kicks deciding most of the points. So we were in for A LOT of treats still to come.
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And lastly, which was not due for over two more hours yet, given all the action that was about to unleash a lot of FemFury onto deserving convicts’ faces, the Mass Elimination, would unleash a further 340 men, and the full participation of all the women in the audience would mean that each man would have to endure dozens and dozens of sittings at the hands of the ordinary members of the viewing public before their final relief would come. When the music stops, the girls swap over seats, with sitters moving over to the next queue, the next few in the queue already allowed to stand on their victim’s body, awaiting their turn on his face, and the front one taking her seat of honour on his face. When the Spice Girls’ “I really really really wanna Sit-a-sit-Aaah!” comes on, whoever is lucky enough to be sitting on a man at the time gets to finish him off, and all the others in that queue get to pile up sitting on top of him too.
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Young Carlos waited patiently for him to be led in by one of the cute attendants. It had been a long and difficult journey for the youth. He was a Hispanic, born and raised by an indifferent peasant family along the lake’s coast. His father was a brute that drank up the families small income, for which he had to be sentenced in court. His mother took to drink herself and left he and his 11 brothers and sisters to fend for themselves. Her only diversion from drinking was smothering. In one of her rages she smothered one of his younger brothers. It didn't seem to bother her in the slightest that she was smothering one of her own children.
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One day a buyer came to town and young Carlos, along with two other brothers, was sold for a few loaves of bread. He remembers how happy and gleeful his mother was as she tucked the loaves under her arm and ran back to her dilapidated cottage. She was accompanied by a swarm of begging street urchins. Just as she entered the cottage she grabbed one of the boys and pulled him inside. So far nothing of young Carlos's life had been fun. His
only joy was to look out onto the vast expanse of the blue lake and imagine
himself as a brave sea captain rescuing beautiful women from evil pirates.
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Now he faced a slow, painful death in the ass of some woman, and he longed for that ass. All of the prisoners were sullen and resigned to their fate. It was as if they were already dead and just their body hadn't gotten the message yet. After being fed a horrible tasting gruel they were loaded on a large cargo lorry. Being prisoners they were stuffed into the black cramped depths of stinking cargo unit. At least the gentle vibrations of the journey had had a soothing effect on him for he, as with most of the prisoners, and they soon arrived at the arena.
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Carlos's mind went blank. When put in a position such as this, beaten down, unloved and forgotten by the world you turn inward. His young mind was virtually blank. All thoughts of escape were laughable. The prisoners were barely alive and defenseless. How could they overcome well armed and perfectly healthy BBW guards. He was jarred awake when the slavers opened the hatches. Bright sunlight, like a searing intense beam penetrated into their lair.
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All chained together at the ankle, they slowly filled into the waiting cells. A big fat red-haired wabbly brute of a BBW looked them over one at a time. Every so often she would select a slave and one of her assistants would unchain the slave and make him stand in a separate group. Finally it came Carlos's turn. All she said was "This one goes in the next event" to his assistant and moved down the line. Carlos found himself separated from the main body of prisoners.
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There were perhaps 50 of them chained together, separate from the rest. All of them were quite young and many of them small boys, obviously unfit for the life. Carlos didn't get his hopes up for the lot of prisoners was a very cruel one and any unspeakable fate could await. Much to his surprise they were loaded into a cozy living room area, furnished with comfortable settees. Much to Carlos's surprise it was clean. They were even fed a decent meal.
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Hundreds of other young prisoners were already in the waiting cells. For the first time in his life he felt a spark of enthusiasm. Then he heard the word "Glambabe" whispered from slave to slave. "Glambabe" - he was to be smothered. His spirits soared. No slow death in the mines or a dog like existence in some dirty hot dry slave pen. The prisoners began to talk amongst themselves. They were all excited, elated in fact. True they would die, ah, but such a death for a young male. A slow sensual smother by beautiful women was not such an awful fate. They all were happily looking forward to it even more so since it would be performed by some golden haired American beauty.
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After docking they were unchained and led in large groups to a bath. This was the first time young Carlos could ever remember such a warm relaxing bath. A stern matronly like women checked each boy to see if he was clean enough and many were sent back. After the bath attendants handed out new cloths. It was nothing more than a white cloth that went around their waist. Then they were fed and what a feast.
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Carlos had never seen such a display of food. A long table covered with the most delicious food his mind could ever imagine stretched out before him. The young lads ate like wild animals and Carlos was no exception. They all knew this food and decent treatment would end in their smother but they welcomed it. It would be the crowning moment of a fantastic dream. A majestic smother would tie it all together into one beautiful package.
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Carlos and several hundred companions were led through the clean and neat alleys of the arena. Prisoners being led to a Glambabe House was a normal everyday sight and the American citizens showed no interest in them at all. None of the lads were chained and there were occasions when a slave could have made a break for it. This was the furthest from their thoughts. They welcomed the sensual deadly embrace of the Glambabe.
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The column stopped momentarily when a Wisconsian housewife indicated to the guards she and her two teenage daughters wanted to look over the lads and select victims. The women, though in her early 30's and their mid teens, were very beautiful. Her beauty was also enhanced by the fact she was wearing Victorias Secret underwear only. Both her daughters, also wearing this, had immaculate bodies any lad would gladly go under. She and her daughters briefly looked over the prisoners and made their selections. Then six one dollar notes changed hands. Carlos passed the door of the women's home when one of the boys, the women's captive, turned and smiled. He was obviously pleased to have been selected and was evidently looking forward to the smother.
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The large group of prisoners was further broken down into groups of two to three hundred and led off either to the various Glambabe Houses throughout the city, or the waiting cells of the Smotherpalooza arena. Now and then, the column would be halted by an Illinois housewife or young maiden so she could select a victim for her smother. In most instances, the selected youth would turn and waive to his companions.
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Carlos, through all the confusion, had lost sight of his pals. He had hoped to perhaps catch sight of them before the smother. Once again the column shuffled to a halt as two young women looked over the victims. A tall sexy blonde pulled his pal Markus from the line. His young face was radiant. Carlos felt a strong tinge of jealousy especially when she and her companion turned to lead the youths away. Both young women had the most magnificent and
perfectly formed posteriors you could imagine. As Carlos passed, he called to
his pal. Markus turned and smiled. The women seemed nice and patted Markus
affectionately on the head. Markus waived and shouted "good luck!" The column
moved on and soon the young women and their victims passed from sight.
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At last they arrived at their destination. Carlos didn't get to see much of the building. An attendant came around and offered them water or fresh fruit. Young Carlos had never at any point in his brief life known such kindness. He knew that he would pay for this with his life but that was of no consequence. He thought it was much better to be smothered by some majestic beauty than to suffer for years as a nameless slave. One attendant, a young
girl, was making her way amongst the prisoners, putting a light coat of fragrance on
their noses. Over the next few hours an older women or young attendant would
come in and select a few victims to be distributed to the Glambabes. At last it
was Carlos’s turn. His short journey through life would come to an end.
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He was led down a long Sorority House hallway. Along the hall were a number of rooms, or
rather more like open stalls. He looked inside and saw some intense smothering
going on. Many of the women were being quite loud about it and moaning in
pleasure as orgasm after orgasm swept over their bodies. Attendants were frantically dragging body after body away. "Here" the women said pointing to a stall.
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Carlos's breath was taken away when he saw her. She was a tall beauty with long black hair. In-shape and retaining all of her feminine charms. "Over here, lay down here" she said impatiently. The youth regained his senses and obediently lay where indicated. He placed is head on a large soft pink pillow. She then lowered herself down over his face for a "69" position. This raven haired goddess had a glistening thick mat of jet black pubic hair. She
was well lubricated probably from the ”excitement” of all of the kills she'd performed so far that day. He had watched in almost slow motion as she lowered herself onto him. He
felt her gently wiggle her hips, working his nose deep inside her. Next she spread her legs wide and began a slow circular hip grinding. He could see out from under her just a tiny bit. Carlos wanted to giggle for her soft pubic hair was rubbing against his face tickling him.
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Gradually her pumping and grinding was making him dizzy even though he was
desperately trying to remain conscious. With a precision of a Glambabe Master
she worked his nose around inside her. Then he could feel it, the often talked
about ethereal bonding between a woman and her victim. It was beautiful - they
were uniting as one. It was like some warm hot erotic sensual bath. He
couldn't believe it. Young Carlos had never experienced such beauty in his
life. Wave after wave of savage passion swept over both of them. With each
wave they rose to a new level. Then, at the height of the most intense
emotional experience of his young life young Carlos died. He surrendered
willingly. Sophie, well satisfied, climbed off his inert body. A young attendant
quickly drug his body away. When dragging away Carlos's body she had noticed
a slight smile on his face. She had seen the same smile on many such victims.
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After her first month of work Shelly had accumulated a large number of kills. She would still have a long way to go to even get near the 2,300 or more that the twins had each accumulated or the 1,600 that their mother had accounted for. Even some of the youngest Glambabes had accounted for several thousand victims already. The twins recounted that they had made their first kills as very young girls and that the victims had been fully grown men. Hard to believe but Sophie had seen some of these young Glambabes in action. One mere wisp of a girl,
Victoria, was incredibly aggressive and would take on any male. Some of them
would even go so far as to laugh at the antics of such a small girl, but within half an hour an attendant would be seen dragging his inert body away.
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Tradition called for the girls to stand spread legged over their first victim’s face until given the OK to begin. The adjudictrixes occupied a mat at the front of the arena and all the Glambabes stood ready positioned over a young male.
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"Well girls, you know what you have to do so let's get it on!" She said
excitedly.
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Sophie closed her eyes and slowly lowered herself onto her victims face for a
reverse squat smother. She gasped when she felt his warm nose press deep into
her butt. Shelly chose a standard straddle smother with her victims nose pressed
deep up her wet vagina. Instinctively they all began to pump and grind down on
their victims. This constant pumping served two purposes. First it felt
delicious, working the victims nose all around inside. Second, the pumping
tended to put the victim in a stupor or dazed state and made it much easier to
complete the kill without a lot of struggling.
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The Teams Grab and Capture Event was now underway. Half of the men were frantically trying to run away from the 4 teams of 4 gorgeous, elegant and skillful lassooists. It was a hopeless task. The other half were soon to be released into the arena too, in three smaller batches when most of the early ones had been caught and sat on, a sweet surrender awaited them all. The smothering was habit forming and it did not stop during a women's period. Sophie found she now had an enormous wet patch, hers was not period-related, unlike that of Angelina.
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At last in addition to the long-established individual events, team events were beginning to take place. This one was a free-run with lassoes. Young victims were turned loose in the open area to try to run from the predatory Glambabe's. One by one, they were caught and smothered. After they were smothered, the women had to drag the body to a collection point. The team of women with the most kills generally won. The Illinoians seemed to excel in this as their long legs gave them an advantage in running. Laughter erupted in the stands when one small lad managed to outwit his pursuer, a tall and powerfully build Ohian. She had a lot
of rage and could have crushed her victims skull between her thighs - if she could catch him. She was angrier and angrier by the minute and even stopped long enough to shake a fist at the laughing onlookers. At last she caught him and pulled the lad down for a deep-ass smother. Finally the body of her first and not last but possibly least victim was dragged out.
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With a loud shout more victims were released. The adolescent males ran frantically in all directions like small fish scattering from a predator. Seconds later the women had already caught all of them in their lassoes. It was a thrilling and exciting moment as the women whooped and yelled triumphantly. Victim after victim was being brought down all around her. Sophie concentrated on one particular youth. Finally she caught him and was about to pull him down when a young teenage girl, a true Amazon, pulled him down. She quickly tucked him under her in a squat smother.
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Just at that second a young lad, fleeing a pursuer, ran headlong into Sophie. She then brought him down in a reverse squat smother. The young Amazon shrugged her shoulders about grabbing Sophie's victim. "Don't worry Sophie said" its such a mess out here it was bound to happen." Sophie said while keeping up a steady stroking on her victim. It was too early in the smothering for a kill to have taken place so the women could relax a bit while they
smothered. Many of them spent their time smothering and talking to whomever was
near them.
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"What's your name?" the young Amazon asked. "Sophie, what's yours?" she replied.
"Gabrielle." It was a nice pleasant name. Somehow the pretty Amazon looked familiar, it was as it they had known or would know each other. She was a nice pleasant girl with an expert and well developed squat smother technique. "Kill many victims?" Sophie asked. "Tens of thousands, that's all we do between and during events." Then the girl made a curious statement. "Do I know you? Somehow I think I know you. It's weird." Sophie was surprised by this question especially when she was about to ask the same thing. Their pleasant visit came to a conclusion when the girl's young male expired. Sophie hurried to complete her
kill as well. Frantically she half drug and carried the body of her victim to the collection point.
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Young males were swarming all around when Sophie reached for one. She caught him
by the hair and spun him to the ground. He landed with a thud, the wind knocked out of him. Just then a tall blonde Ohian laid down on his face in a "69" working his nose up tight into her. She looked up at Sophie and laughed. Sophie was furious at this blonde giant, she was contemplating knocking her for a good one but this was the Glambabe Olympics and she had to maintain her composure.
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There was no time to stand around and argue so she made a dive for another small youth. She caught him by the wrist and pulled him down. She then mounted him in a "69". She was behind the blonde barbarian and got a close up view as the women furiously pumped hard on her captive. She was a big powerful women with a strong grinding hip motion. Very little was visible of her victim's head. She had all but consumed his small head up into her body. Just then Sophie heard a familiar voice, the young Amazon Gabrielle, she had a victim and was
preparing to mount him in a straddle smother. "She's the reigning "69" champion." Indicating to the giant blonde barbarian. "I'm scheduled for that event," Sophie said. "Well good luck, you'll need it, she's a terror. Champion 3 times in a row. Not even any of my sister Amazons are as good." The young girl replied while she worked her victims nose deep inside her.
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Sophie asked the girl what events she was scheduled for and would make an effort to watch out for her. Gabrielle was very proud of her squat and reverse squat smother and had entered most of the events. Their conversation was interrupted when the blonde giantess completed her kill. She casually tucked the body of her victim under her arm and walked over to the collection point. She flung him on top of the pile like he was a rag doll.
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Before long, 17 of the men had already been caught and thoroughly tied up with lassoo rope, and found that they were having some of the most divine asses in human history pressed down over their faces.
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With a slow patient voice Sophie began to explain. “My name is Sophie and I was thinking, you would have made such a nice husband and father - ah but in bed women sometimes cannot hold back on their wild uncontrolled passion. Would you be up to it?" Sophie forced herself to listen to his words but he could not speak through her anchored in place ass, and soon, like the others, he too was no more.
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Everything was thrown into turmoil. Victims were now being smothered "artistically". A victims nose that casually might slip out of a women's body was now a major mistake. Nicola was very upset when this happened to two of her victims. The judging was very specific, a simple everyday occurrence like that might cost them valuable points. Sophie, while pumping away on a young lad, also felt his nose slip out of place. Quickly she reacted to correct the
error. She had always felt pride in her smothering techniques and now some twerp of a judge was to watch closely for flaws.
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The very successful glambabe Sarah-Jane was about to mount a lassooed young victim in a
squat smother when he cried out "Sarah-Jane". "Sarah-Jane, do you remember me, Chris Lewis, from your school." Sarah-Jane thought for a second and remembered a small obnoxious boy that used to throw stones. "Well you've grown up," she said kneeling next to his head. They talked briefly, even laughed over the ridiculous pompous mayor, the antics of the village drunk and other amusing things of their past. Though she knew the young male laying at her feet she also knew she had to smother him. His love for Sarah-Jane was very
intense and hadn't wavered. This secret, as best Sophie could guess, involved
his position as a pilot or perhaps involved her curvy beauty itsself.
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Samantha was nearby, astride a victim and asked if Sarah-Jane wanted to switch with her so she wouldn't have to smother Chris. "No please, I will get my revenge on this turnip, and as for his friend, Sophie will you please do it. I couldn't think a more beautiful death than to be smothered by you." Young Matt, Chris’s friend started looking up at her. "All right Chris, but I'm not going to work on you for a long time. You'll be a short-term victim."
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Long-term victims were just that. Sometimes a Glambabe would come across a
particularly handsome victim and they would send them off the cliff unconscious, then come back for him later on, take him home with her, and smother them when not otherwise on
another victim. Long-term victims could last for months. Chris's handsome brown eyes came alive with excitement at the prospect of having Sophie's beautiful body continuously astride him. One hard and fast rule of the Glambabes was No Mercy On Victims! Sophie firmly stated this to Chris right away so he would know right where they stood, not that what she said would matter two minutes from now anyway, but laying down the ground rules was a principle that mattered to the babes. She also casually informed him that she would smother him to death, and that at home, she has an ample supply of prisoners to smother whenever she felt like it. It could be tomorrow, next week or two months from now that one of them meets their ultimate capitulation.
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Chris seemed content with her entitlement to such an ample supply. Looking over one of the cute attendants Chris whispered to Sophie. "Does that no mercy rule apply to the attendants?" Sophie smiled and whispered "No" to the mischievous Chris. “But the attendants only prepare the doomed, and right now none are as doomed as you,” with that she pressed down hard and permanently on his face.
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Events such as this were not measured solely on how many victims could be smothered but also on how expertly it was accomplished. She would a number of victims and the chance to show her skills. The first kill went off without a hitch and she received a high score. Next a pretty Wisconsinian Glambabe did a magnificent straddle smother on her victim. Many other fine Glambabes racked up impressive scores.
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Sophie was stroking hard on her prone victim with a judge watching intently then
tragedy struck, kinda. Sophie felt his nose slip out from inside her. The judges frowned and made a note. Sophie was allowed to complete the kill but she knew she'd screwed up big time. "penalty points" in big letters was posted next to her team’s name on the Master Listing.
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The smothering continued furiously for nearly the next two hours. It was exhausting but nobody was relieved when a trumpet sounded to cease the event, as the final male had finally been done. When the final tally was made, the Ohio girls had won the event. They were so
tired they hardly had the energy to celebrate.
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The rescue of crooks’ trapped souls went on for hours, and the audience was getting the full benefit of this. Whenever the Glambabes’ houses emptied of victims, the Glambabes would go to the local jail to pick up their next batch immediately, they never liked to skip a day,
as they lustfully contributed to the decriminalization of the region. And the prisons were never half-empty, as the courtrooms turned a large volume of males to the smothering cells each hour.
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Sophie couldn't help but notice that each victim kind of embraced the ass that sits on him in appreciation and worship, a gesture that means more than a pat on the back to the appreciative Glambabes. A mans lips always seemed, while women were getting comfortable, about to get in the position to cause a man’s demise, stuck and pressed close to the particular Glambabe that was in the process of smothering them. A little appreciation went a long way.
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Mid way through the BBWs’ Megasit the youths that had been up first lay dead or dying under the Megawomen. Some were already on their third victim, and there were hundreds more victims queuing to be next. Then suddenly, a male came leaping out of the audience, screaming “I admit it, it was me – that guy over there did not do what he was sentenced for.” “Is this true?” asked one of the MegaGoddesses of the next in line “yes, but I too have sinned this year” – “We |