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" – "Well, then, you shall have your choice of SSBBWs to be
megasat on, while the man who waited until now to reveal the truth
will have no choice but be sat on by the biggest woman of all, the
574 pound Mount Patty, right now. And so, once again, justice had
been served, and there was more and more room in the prisons for new
cases to be tried and more men to be sentenced.
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Just then, as both men were being smothered, the young noses still
glistening from the
lubricating juice that came out of the BBWs cracks, the strangest
thing happened. Three more men came out and volunteered to be next,
and all three were duly put to the front of the queue and smothered.
The first confessed to also having taken part in the robbery of a
convenience store, taking part in the same incident ass the above.
The second admitted to stealing from the fridge of a SSBBW sorority
and not having been caught, and the third was sent there by his wife,
who had no tolerance or understanding for him forgetting their second
wedding anniversary.
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All these intrusions meant that the men that were waiting in the
queue to be Megasat and smothered by the SSBBWs now needed additional
stroking from the lithe attendees who had led them out into this
queue. A big custard pie was generously applied to one who complained
out loud, however, and really rubbed in. Complaints were not
tolerated, and there were to be no last wishes either.
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Some of the SSBBWs liked to wear their victims around the ring, their
faces having been inserted under their expandable lycra trousers,
their bodies tucked into their bras, and when they finally sat down,
the most massive and womanly of asses in the world came down on the
men. Just minutes ago Suzy, a cutesie large woman, had had his nose
pressed deep into the depths of her body, now she sat heavily on him,
slowly killing him. Now there were SSBBWs pinning men down by sitting
on their chests, while others, even biggest still, slibed up the
stairs to a podium, and jumped from there onto the helpless men,
landing with their asses on the crooks' faces AND upper bodies, and
killing them instantly from the impact.
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Some of the doomed men still made a valiant effort to bring joy to
the ladies, giving them roses and compliments before being put under
the most massive of asses. It was these men who were spared the
humiliation of multiple stand-up-and- drop-with- speed-onto- male-faces
moves, winning the BBWs affections instead and thus being given a
gentle and loving demise.
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Sophie, having the untapped qualities of a leader, stood out as the
most valiant attendee. With
a long queue of young victims to maintain, and may more just arriving
at the back of the queue, it was her sweet whispers that not only
kept them calm and compliant, but truly got them into the mude as
well. So when it came their turn to be shown where to lie facing up,
all the men were ready to go out with a compliment, a gentlemanly
gesture and a kind embrace of the ass that was on them.
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An official finally ordered the ex-head of the 20th century
Republicans to comply as he was to be inserted into a lycra-clad big
beauty. Once he was in, she had the chance to do somw walking and
showboating, enjoying the press against her back and ass and her
victim had the chance to take a rest before she sat down. Naked,
sweaty and covered in pink pen marks, he was being carried around
upside down, tucked into her clothing. The crowd cheered again and as
she came crashing down on his face, white dust that had come off him,
went flying in both directions as she sat down on top of him, while
her youthful attendant helper dragged away her previous toy.
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During the competition the attendants were very busy clearing away
defeated males. Everyone of the Glambabes had a quick bath and
something to eat before these women, in the next event, resumed where
they had left off, with the very pleasurable Mattress Men event, a
true favourite with the crowd, the Glambabes and all.
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After applying a fresh coating of Ultralashes, Sophie quickly kicked
over and laid down on the face of her first victim and inserted his
nose back into place. He had shown such
bravery during the flower giving and finger kissing that she decided
to give him the full smothering treatment and worked him in every
position imaginable. The youth loved it and
cooperated as best he could while she furiously worked him.
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Her young victim couldn't hold out much longer. Sophie was preparing
to go for
the kill when another volunteer arrived. "My queen" shouted another
male escapee from the audience, "here we go again" thought Sophie.
Sophie was deeply engrossed in the process of killing her victim when
she had to suddenly stop. Her young male lay still for several
minutes while he caught his breath. He sat up and looked around
curiously. Once again a most delicious smother had been interrupted
and she wasn't happy. For Sophie was mad at being deprived of a kill,
or rather at being interrupted.
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"I have twice failed to give a waitress a tip." screamed the sudden
volunteer. Both Sophie and Amber reacted with shock. "The ruling
royalty of this land is your women, and you cannot withhold their
rightful rewards. I am saddened that there are still women in this
land so shy that they do not report vermin like you, and for what you
have done you must now go to the end of the queue and await your
sweet demise" ordered the experience Amber, "and make sure the
attendants write the words `needs brutal ballcrushing during smother'
on his chest". added Sophie, who had finally made the transition from
rookie to pro with this action.
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Sophie thought of the queen of the country, permanent head of the
ruling `Prisoners for All' party Keira Church. She had a reputation
for smothering tens of thousands of victims in one weekend Girls
Night In Party. Though not officially as a Glambabe she, as with most
women, she loved nothing more than a good long relaxing smother, and
to prove it, she was watching from the VIP booth in the front row,
while sitting on a member of her staff's face. He was clearly a temp.
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Many women, be they Glambabes, SmotherTeens or ordinary women, often
enjoyed a
good smother. Sophie remembered one of her young friends while
growing up back
in her village, a cute lad, being led away to be smothered. It was
just an
accepted way of life, one of those hazards a young lad has to get
through.
Though the women leading him away was Sophie's own mother. Sophie
recalled the
constant creaking the floorboards made as she worked him. Sometimes
Sophie would
hear a long gasp or moaning then silence, seconds later the constant
squeaking
would resume. Not having the luxury of a bedroom all of the
smothering was
done on the cottage floor, usually in front of the fireplace. It did
bother
Sophie a bit to watch as her mother slowly smothered her friend.
Sophie would miss
him, but then again this was a normal everyday hazard of any young
male, and Sophie learned soon that the best way to cheer up was to
fantasize about her own next smother, a fantasy that never waited
long to become reality.
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One day the victim's mother came calling. She was a pleasant lady
that didn't
seem the slightest bit disturbed that Sophie's mother was working her
son. And why would she be, she had herself smothered out at least
three of Sophie's elder brothers.
Sophie's mother directed Sophie to mount him while they visited.
Though the lad
had been her friend, the thought of mounting her first victim was
exciting.
Sophie pumped hard and fast on him while the women visited and
reluctantly
turned him back over to her mother when the guest left. Eventually
Sophie's
mother made her kill and days later selected a young lad from a large
destitute family that was travelling through. The destitute family
was glad to get rid of
him, one less mouth to feed, and no more toilet seats left up in
their house.
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Sophie's college was no different from hundreds or thousands of
others throughout the modern world. Young victims were constantly
being smothered day and night by the rich and poor. Even the queen
herself and every member of the Government had an unsatisfied hunger
for victims.
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It seemed that whenever a large family or even stray street urchins
wondered
into town, the women of the suburbs would be out looking them over,
deciding
which ones would make a good smother. Sophie's neighbour, Simone, had
an
insatiable appetite for victims. She was always hard at work pumping
away on a
young male. Sophie liked her and would often visit while she
furiously worked a
chosen young lad. The lady was tall and rather thin with a lot of
gymnastic
energy. She was in her early 30's and had several rowdy children, all
girls. Her husband
had been killed in one of the innumerable arguments with the ladies.
For her
services at the prison and at the court, she received a widows
pension. This pension allowed her to concentrate on her true passion -
smothering!
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Her favourite position was the "69" which was, while Sophie thought
about it, now her favourite, because you could kick your victim in
the balls while sitting on their face. Several incidents occurred
that stuck in Sophie's memory. Once, while Sophie and
Simone were talking, they heard the voice of a local woman calling
for her son.
Her son, at that particular moment, had his nose pressed deep into
Simone's
body. The lad, upon hearing his name, put his hands on the women's
hips, and gave them a light tap.
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Simone ignored him and continued her pumping. She then called to the
women outside in the market pace and informed them she was smothering
her son. The women didn't act upset about it and replied in a joking
light hearted manner, "That's two of my sons you've
smothered so far. You've nearly reached your quota!" She then
added "when are you
going to kill him so I can plan for his funeral?" Simone momentarily
stopped
her pumping and thought for a moment. "Not anytime soon, I'd like to
work him
for at least a month but I don't think he's going to hold out that
long." No
doubt the poor victim was quite upset to hear of his death to be so
casually
discussed.
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Sophie remembered how brave her mother had been. One day some rich
high official
was travelling through and stopped in their small village to get fuel
and a coffee.
There the family sat, in all their wedding curled hair and surrounded
by a cordon of
soldiers who were protecting this official. Then Sophie's mother's
eyes lit up - a victim. He was a cute young lad, sitting high in the
coach. Sophie tried to talk her mother out of it but to no avail.
Somehow, she made it through the cordon of soldiers and boldly told
the
lad's mother she wanted her son for a smother. The women looked down
at her in
disbelief " You smother my son" she thought for a moment. It was
universally
accepted that any young lad was "up for grabs" so to speak - even a
high
official's son. Besides this women had probably smothered countless
young
victims herself. She immediately informed her husband. He seemed
shaken by the
matter, as they had promised the boy to a close friend of his
mother's, but he was well aware of a women's right to select a young
male as her victim, no matter how rich or powerful. To go against
such a basic right might even cause a riot and much more dire
consequences greater than loosing a son.
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The lad was shocked when his mother ordered him out of the cart. He
was even
amazed more when he was led away. The village women cheered and
congratulated
Sophie's mother for her determination and bravery. Once back at the
cottage
Sophie's mother directed the lad to remove his shirt and lay flat on
the sofa.
She then slipped out of her clothes, apart from some lace underwear
that emphasized her pert breasts and her ass. The lad was completely
terrified, as she slowly squatted down onto his face in a reverse
squat smother, tracking his nose deep up her posterior. She'd hardly
started on him when the village women came in, one by one, or in
small groups,
to visit and complement her on such a fine catch. A number of women
marvelled
at his fine clothes, still others looked at his trembling callous
free hands, and all of these women had casually grabbed a soldier on
her way in. They had never seen such a finely dressed or delicious
victim as the boy. Eventually the parade of well wishers trickled off
to their various homes, happily pulling their catches with them and
throwing them on sofas when they got in. Now Sophie's mother could
concentrate on her handsome captive.
+
He proved to be a rather nice adolescent male and tried to cooperate
in any
way possible. A bonding began to grow between Sophie's mother and the
victim.
They would sometimes play little jokes on each other. He knew she was
going to
eventually kill him and she knew she would kill him - this was a
given fact.
But, none-the-less, a close friendship did flourish, and the boy was
kind to both the mother and the daughter. She was continuously
sitting on him in one position or another working his nose around
inside her. He would tap her on the side of the leg in some little
secret code known only to them. While squat smothering him, he would
pass out and when he awoke, she was sitting on his chest and she
would look down into his bright blue eyes. When being furiously
smothered and his view obscured by a thick mat of pubic hair, he
would somehow manage to wink up at her with his tongue. One day,
Sophie could tell by the way she climbed on top of him that this was
going to be his last time. Sophie cried as she saw his final
struggles die down. They drug his body out into the cold dark night.
A grave
had been prepared for him and they solemnly lowered his still form
into the
ground. So many memories.
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Meanwhile, in the Precision Sitting event, one of the victims proved
to be a rather sturdy lad and lasted much longer than most other
victims. The other 19 first-rounders had all got done in within two
minutes of the target time of 15 minutes, 20 minutes for the second
round of smother-men, and Brittany has won with a time of 14 minutes
and 59 seconds. But poor old Lil' Rachel was still trying to end
round one when Round Two got under way, and she was signalling to the
attendees that she required another weight belt.
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In spite of the time pressure, Sophie was having a very relaxing
evening. The twins were now totally nude except for their bras,
straddle smothering men in front of a roaring, enthusiastic audience.
Sometimes they would ask each other if they wanted to swap victims or
to change to a different position.
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It was nearing the end of the 20 minute period now, and they could
all sense it. One of those relaxing smotherings was getting more
frantic, as the 20 pairs of girls butt-cheeks were starting to
squeeze harder, many smothered their victims while at the height of a
massive orgasm. Some came too early, wrecking their chance of a top
ten finish in this event, as these intense orgasms inevitably took
their victims out with them. A particularly big cheer came from the
crowd when Lil' Rachael finally climed off a lifeless victim.
Although now inelligible for the second round, she gave a happy smirk
and raised her arms in triumph while planting her foot on the
vanquished male, to the cheer of the whole stadium.
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It has to be noted here that the sight of the the Queen and her
cabinet members totally naked and smothering away on a helpless
victim was quite common place on TV. In fact, huge
numbers of posters of them astride a young victim now adorned many a
young male
and females dorm or bedroom wall. Posters of the Minister of Woman
Affairs' beautiful daughter furiously smothering a young male or the
younger sister of the Minister of Justice sitting on a heap of
defeated males were also just as common.
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The boys who judges and were later smothered by the contestants of
The Pageant were in some sort of scout uniform and being smothered in
full public view on the beautifully manicured female members of their
families. The camera then went in for an extreme close up of the
minister of Facesitting Affairs's victim in the VIP booth of the
audience and his wet nose being worked furiously in and out of her
perfect body. The next scene was the president and her beautiful
daughter Chlessa astride the second young male. This boy was
struggling, though vainly, and kicking his feet madly about. Again a
close up of the victims nose being violently massaged in and out of
beautiful Chlessa. Eventually Chlessa's victim stopped kicking about
and lay still.
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Sabrina noticed President Hillar and her daughter were quite pleased
with the camera attention and not the least embarrassed of close-ups
of them deeply engrossed in victim
smothering. Several pre-teen girls were busily snapping pictures
while a half dozen
BBW security guards were busy keeping them from getting too close,
and keeping the next dozen VIPs' victims ready for use whenever they
were needed.
+
One close up zoomed in for a view of the lads face pressed tight to
the presidents crotch. Suddenly the president gasped. To an untrained
observer it might seem she was approaching a natural orgasm but in
reality it was the Viagragirl taking effect. President Hillar's eye
were wide in amazement. The effects of ViagraGirl tend to overwhelm
the female body. Like having 100 massive orgasms all at once. In the
background you could hear Chlessa call out "something's wrong mother.
I feel no resistance, I think I've killed another one." Security
guards immediately rushed forward and the camera crew had to vacate
the area quickly, while her next victim was inserted under her ass.
+
Glambabe after Glambabe now demonstrated to the judges their
expertise in the "69". Some did very well but Sophie knew she was the
best. Finally it came down to Sophie versus the blonde Brittany.
Sophie, gathering all her inner strength, won the coveted Gold Medal!
The blonde giant gave Sophie a hug and congratulated her. She didn't
turn out to be such a brute after all.
The president's daughter was, later on that night, as a special treat
for being so cute, going to start the final event off, the event that
opens the smothering to all in the arena. Meanwhile, the Queen
herself was going to crown the overall winner. The women of Sophie's
Glambabe House celebrated as one. Chants of "WOMEN POWER!" rang
through the night. This was perhaps the high point of her life. To
have so many warm and caring friends yet they were
so different and diverse from each other.
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Tears streamed from her eyes as she stood on the podium and the gold
medal was hung around her neck. The memory of that moment would be
savoured forever. She vowed to never, as long as she lived, forget
the friends she'd made or the glory of the arena. At last Sophie felt
an inner peace, she could accomplish anything now. A young woman had
died at that moment and a valiant brave warrior princess was born.
+
Though it was hard to come down from such a high, the everyday task
of smothering victims had to continue. Sophie's love affair was
turning to marriage. At home, Sophie now wanted a bed large enough to
accommodate multiple victims. Sophie was out there again, squat
smothering a young male, receiving particular support and approval
from the millions of spectators.
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In the final event, the women of Nebraska and the surrounding region,
all beautiful, feminine, lusty, and very deservant of some action
resumed the smothering. While atop a squirming adolescent male,
Sophie's friend Emma wondered what it must be like for the victim.
True, her constant and sometimes violent pumping would put the victim
into a dazed or even euphoric state, but she was afraid she might be
hurting them. She could never smother any victim if she knew that he
was suffering.
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Rejoicing at the chance to have a bit of girl triumph too, Sophie's
sister Keira stated plainly her intention to one of the final-
eventers. "I want to kill you, boy. I want to sit on you
and smother you to death. I want you to feel the triumphant
superpower of a superior woman taking you out." The youth looked up
at the tall beauty. Perhaps he had guessed at Sophie's sister's
intentions all along. Sophie was aware that there seemed to be some
unspoken connection or mutual mind link between a women and her
intended victim. He shrugged his shoulders and sighed. A queue of 30+
women had now formed behind her, all waiting for their turn to sit on
this face.
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She led him not far off his seat to a small patch of carpet. He
immediately laid flat on his back to await Sophie's suster's smother.
He didn't have long to wait. Keira stood over his upturned face then
slowly settled down on him in a squat smother. She closed her eyes as
the familiar pleasure of his nose rose deep into her body. The
exquisite feeling of his young nose resting tight inside her reminded
her of the Glambabe's elegant style. She took him, slowly at
first then building to an overwhelming orgasm. He had been a most
cooperative victim so far, so, with great restraint, Sophie's sister
had to climb off him when the music changed to allow the next girl to
sit on him, hoping to be able to get a kill in that night, Keira
joined the shortest queue in the vicinity. She, with great
reluctance, climbed off him.
+
The youth laid still for a moment in a dazed state. Then his chest
heaved deeply as he gasped for air. Being under Keira's pumping hips
for over two hours had all but exhausted him. He was quit surprised
to discover that he was still alive. In fact, he seemed anxious for
Sophie's sister to remount him. The lad seemed happy to hear that
Keira was going to save him for a long relaxing smother later that
evening.
+
The women shot a bored glance in his direction "He's a fantastic
victim. I've been smother'en the hell out'a him for the last few
minutes and it made me feel great, so enjoy!"
+
The thoroughly exhausted boy turned toward a girl called Kylie. He
was in a very bad way. No doubt the constant smothering by all the
girls was having a devastating effect on his
frail body. He tried to sit up but couldn't and just slumped back
down moaning and taking in air in small raspy gulps. Sophie noticed
that he was especially young for a victim. But then this was not
Geneva. American women couldn't be choosy. They had to take what was
available and be thankful at that. Sophie's mother, as with the rest
of the women of her village, had no hesitation to smother a young
boy. Many a time she had seen her mother stretched out atop a small
male. Sophie had made only 23 kills as a young girl. They were mostly
young village boys. This was normal and expected of a young girl.
Some of the
more aggressive girls of the village accounted for hundreds of
smothers. You
might expect that with all the smothering going on a shortage of
young males
might develop. The peasants bread like rats, each family might have
12 or more
children and there was never any danger of a shortage.
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Sophie remembered one time while out playing with her friends she
looked at one
of her playmates. He was a young boy several years younger than her.
She had
only made a few kills so far so and smothering was a new adventure
for her. He
had always been a playmate, now it suddenly dawned on her that he
would make a
nice smother. They wrestled playfully for a few minutes then Sophie
pinned him
to the ground. She remembered the surprised look on his face as she
carefully
hiked her dress up and slid over his face. It took her four hours of
hard
work, including a lot of grunting and groaning, before she made her
kill.
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Sophie thanked L'Oreal and Hermes for their support but explained she
wanted to put a particular prisoner's face behind her before dark.
She tried to pay for the drink but L'Oreal and Hermes wouldn't accept
any money. Young Claire paused at the door and looked around. He knew
he wouldn't ever be coming back. Sophie could tell that the ladies
from L'Oreal and Hermes were anxious to start again on their victim.
As Sophie prepared to leave, the girls from L'Oreal and Hermes pulled
up their skirts and sat firmly on her victims face in a reverse
straddle smother. They then smoothed the dress around themselves so
only the boy's
small feet protruded out from under her.
+
While walking toward the main road Sophie asked Claire if her mother
did much
smothering. Yes, a lot, she was always sitting on a victim. All of
the women
seemed to have a young lad in their bed. The nights were long and
lonely,
their men were often gone to work or to prison so a relaxing smother
was a nice
reward after a hard day's work.
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Sophie's long powerful legs were no match for her victim, nor were
Claire's.
Claire then lay down on his face, spread her legs wide and wiggled
her hips
around, working his nose deep into place. Once satisfied she pulled a
blanket
over both of them so they would be protected from the sight of the
adjudicatrixes and attendants. They then began a deep pumping
circular hip grinding. A flood of warm erotic sensuality swept over
her almost immediately. She rode him like a ship riding a violent
flowing sea. She travelled to new heights of orgasm, time and time
again her body
trembled as she was swept away in the sweat embrace of passion. She
hadn't put
any spit on the youths face, but she was giving him a very wet ride
none the
less. She violently worked him long into the night, then, at the
height of a
majestic orgasm, he died.
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Sophie then saw some of the chicks from her school. Given half a
chance at a smothering, these bitches wouldn't have hesitated for a
second. Sophie's own mother would
have had any man under in no time. The possibility of taking him for
a smother
intrigued Sophie's sister Keira. She would look him over, talk to him
while sitting on his face and perhaps build up her courage to mount
him.
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Her current conquest was very cute with jet black hair and a small
round face. His name was
Barry or something like that for he slurred his sentences and ran
words together. According to the lad he had been abandoned by his
parents a few days ago and he'd been living on apples since. While
they were talking Keira carefully took note of the tall warm grassy
field behind them which would make a good location for a long
smother. She sat down next to the lad and brushed the hair out of
face. He had big round dark eyes. She gently pushed him flat
to the warm grass a swung a leg across his chest. Sophie was
contemplating which
position to use on him when another woman approached.
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She was one of those "colorful people" or an eccentric. Her ragged
cloths was nothing more than various patches of brightly colored
cloth sewn together. She had a big colorful floppy hat that made her
whole appearance comical. She was tall and very fat with a rugged
weather-beaten face. "Well sister, ya gon'na plant your bare butt on
his face or not." She said, getting right to the point.
+
"Keira ran her fingers across his small bare chest and said
thoughtfully "maybe.
Do you want him?" "Damn right I do, I ain't had a nose up the old
puss for over a week." Sophie hadn't quite gathered up the courage to
sit on the boy - perhaps, she thought, theirs a victim more to her
choosing right around the next corner. Besides, this poor chubby lady
had gone for a week without a smother.
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"Take him if you want, he's a little too young for my appetite."
Sophie said
sitting up. "Well thank you. Names Jenny" she said extending a hand.
She
then stood over the boys head, hiked up her skirt and lowered down on
him in a
straddle smother. She spread her legs really wide and began to slide
slowly
over his head. The lad arched his head back and looked out on the
world for
the last time. He had a frightened look in his eye. "Come on little
one,
cooperate with Jenny" she said as she held his head straight. She then
slid over him and his nose slowly disappeared into a dark mat of
pubic hair.
All that was now visible of the boy was a small wisp of his black
hair now
mingling with Jenny's dark brown pubic hair. Satisfied he was firmly
in place, she began working his nose around inside her.
+
"Ah, oh, this feel SOOO damn good. You shouldn't be so damn fussy. Ya
got'ta
take your smothers were you find 'em. I've had many a young nose up
my butt.
Hell, a lot a them younger than this." Jenny stated as she smoothed
her dress around herself.
+
Sophie and the eccentric old lady talked for sometime. It seemed that
a band of
Amazon raiders had recently swept through the farmland up ahead. They
didn't
do much damage but concentrated on smothering every young male they
could
find. Even small babies were not exempt from their smothering frenzy.
By
stripping certain areas bare of young males they reduced the prospect
of them
becoming warriors when they grew up, warriors that the Amazons would
then face
in battle. By keeping the male population down to a more manageable
level they
ensured their own survival.
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Sophie then excused herself and wished the old lady a good smother
and moved on.
The thought of a whole vast area stripped clear of victims was
frightening. It
was about mid noon when she came across two women arguing over a
small boy.
Both of them were claiming him. It was quit a heated exchange that
might
eventually lead to a fight. The women of this area, deprived of
victims, would
soon get desperate - who knows what would happen then.
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Sophie then observed a tall 17-year-old typical piano student type
girl rounding her bend, she almost stumbled onto a young boy, before
carefully sitting down on his face. He was even younger than Jenny's
victim. It seemed like in no time at all she was sitting on his face,
stroking his nose up her butt in a reverse straddle smother. With
each stroke she began to
feel her female needs satisfied. Aside from being young he was also
very
frail. Sophie had to be careful and not get carried away. With choice
victims in
short supply she wanted this one to last a bit, to get the most out
of him.
After two hours she decided to climb off the lad and look over just
what she'd
captured.
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He gasped for breath and coughed. His soft blonde curly hair was all
matted
down. "Sorry about his." Sophie said apolitically. He didn't say much
then
looked up at her.
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"You an Amazon? He asked rubbing his nose. He was terrified of them.
He had
been playing with his brothers and sisters when the Amazons swept in.
They
wore frightening masks, feathers and held long swords. Somehow he
managed to
dive into a pile of hay. The boy watched from safety as they
smothered his
brothers to death. Some of them then went into his house and drug out
his
mother's victim to smother as well. She was begging and pleading to
spare the
boy but they ignored her. Now, well satisfied, they grabbed his
sisters to
take them away and raise them as Amazons. His mother tried to fight
them but
was instantly killed by a sword thrust. He was now alone and
subsisting as
best he could.
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"Well you'll have a new home of sorts deep inside me." Sophie said
gently
stroking his hair. Holding back tears he nodded in agreement. About
that time
a farm girl approached. Sophie asked if she fancied a ride. With the
exchange of a few warm and graetful glances Keita departed from her
fresh victim and handed him over to this farm girl. Sophie
immediately noticed the body of a very young victim stretched out
underneath an old lady.
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Sophie then directed the farmgirl's young victim to lay down in the
same position so she
could sit on his face while the queue forms behind her. The old lady
handed Sophie a large blanket. "Better cover him up good" she said
pointing to Sophie's victim. "Them's scarce around her and lot'sa
women gonna get REAL excited over a cute one like that." She said.
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The old lady then raised up slightly off her victim. "You want water
or something honey?" she asked looking down at him. The victim, as
much as Sophie could see of him, had light brown hair and was about
the same age as Sophie's captive. A small weak voice replied "no
thank you." "Suit yourself," replied the old woman sitting back on
his face. With Sophie's victim safely concealed under a blanket she
sat securely on his face. The old madam made a lurch and moved
forward. The motion of her ass constantly massaged the victims nose's
up inside the woman, creating a most pleasing sensation.
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After a few minutes later, Sophie saw a woman in her 30's wearing
red, a necklace and large circular earrings thank the woman in front
of her and help her off an exhausted victim. The lad was in a bad way
so this vixen decided to kill him. She led his nose to a spot at the
end of her crack and mounted him. The smother didn't take long and
soon she was back on the protl for another victim.
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Not far ahead five ordinary looking men blocked a path, with dozens
of women sitting or standing on them. They didn't look threatening or
particularly dangerous. The men didn't have a chance. With so many
women simultaneously sitting on or tredding or stomping on their
chest, it was all over in seconds. Sophie never gave them a second
thought and resumed her
journey.
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Man after man lay stretched out in boring repetition. Then she perked
up when she noticed many delicious young males about. At first just a
few then more and more. She was now out of the devastated area. While
walking along she noticed the bodies of three freshly smothered young
males on the side of the road. A women in her mid 40's was struggling
with a heavy pack. She was nude except for a black dress skirt. A
tall blonde with her hair piled high on her head - an Nebraskan! She
had two girls with her, they were also nude apart from a skirt and in
their early teens. Evidently they had just completed kills and were
resuming their journey. Sophie approached and said "Hi." They looked
at her with warmth
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Perhaps they could make a living as a Glambabe, they wondered. The
young girls were especially excited over such a prospect. Piles of
men lay before them, and when they saw more living ones, a whole new
adventure was about to unfold.
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