SmotherGames

Meanwhile, Samantha explained to Sophie that it was customary in the “knockdown golf” event, in which men have to stand completely still while receiving roundhouse kicks to the face – flinching before or after a kick means BIG penalties for the boys, as does a knockout or a 3rd knock-down before the 20th kick – only the convicts who were able to stand tall and “take it like a man” are given the privilege of living for another week, as a slave of their chosen Glambabe. It was custom for the Glambabes to select a victim’s relative to sleep on and smother during the night. Seldom would they survive to see the dawn.

But tonight there was going to be a different selection of femmes fatales games, one that would please the fans, the sponsors, and the overburdened & overpopulated prison system administratrixes.

Now it was Sophie’s turn – she had a very high score to beat, and four of the other eight were currently joint leaders. Sophie looked over and then stepped over her first ever victim as a Glambabe, the first of many, then slowly and gently lowered herself to a sitting position, coming to rest comfortably in position, and noticed that he was actually kissing her rear “oh, how sweet” she thought to herself “this one deserves a bit of a stroking during his hour of glory”. She proceeded to lovingly stroke his hair, his tummy and his thighs, then back to his hair again, pressing kissed fingers onto him and receiving moans of pleasure, followed not much later by moans of imminent demise.

Then the passion took over. The frantic struggles of Sophie’s first hapless victim made his nose move around inside Sophie’s genital areas, which got her so aroused and excited that she shook and vibrated with overwhelming ecstatic power. Her girlcum went all over the face of the dying man, and the intensity of her orgasm made her gain more bonus points than any of the other Glambabes. If it wasn’t for the fact that she had scratched his arms open in the intensity of her passion, making him bleed heavily, she would have had no deductions and probably won the event – but as it was, the winnings would be shared out between the four ladies who were joint point leaders, with the other five girls each getting half as much prize money from that event.

Event Two:
Event number two was swiftly underway. It was called “Speed Sitting”, and as the name implied, the winner would be whoever could smother the most boys in 60 minutes, or if the 80 alloted convicts were all used up before then, then the winner is to be whoever had the most men and finished with her last one the soonest. A huge supply of victims was just unloading into the stadium. Everything was thrown into turmoil. This batch of convicts was to be smothered immediately to make room for the next consignment.

The pace of this event was quite frantic, as girls ran around, threw men down, jumped on top of them, and pressed down extra hard so they would succumb to their “charms” quicker. Sophie grabbed her next bloke by the ears and led him away. But first she apologized to the young girl stadium attendant he had been casually chatting with for interrupting their conversation for such an intimate interlude. Once she had him positioned under her, she settled on his face in a squat smother. His nose fit perfectly in place.

Sophie had to remind herself not to get too carried away with her passions and restrain from letting him have air gulps in between smothering him, she also had to get off him quickly once he perished and grab the next one, even if having to get up at the height of an orgasm. Sophie had been on her third seat-cushion for 11 minutes now, and was falling behind the other girls, who were using a number of clever positions. An attendant was giving her hand signals.

"Punches?" she asked the young attendant. Various forms of punches were permitted for
the women in this event to help speed along the smothering. "Sure" Sophie replied and climbed off young Markie. At that particular moment she was laying on him in the traditional 69 position.

He looked around and blinked while gasping for breath. "You got off?" he asked.
Sophie glanced to the attendant, then made a ball of her fist and gave Markie four good hard punches to the left cheek and mouth, really ripping into him. With her task completed, Sophie remounted Markie.

Meanwhile, Sarah-Jane, a cute young countryside girl in red checks next to her with long brown hair and a nice body was laying into her 2nd victim with knees to the groin, making him go breathless just before lowering herself onto his face. Sophie could see why she chose these moves, and decided to try them herself next time. It was a sad, doomed love affair for Markie, who had LONGED for this day for months, while sitting and waiting in death row. The girl he was in love with was now relentlessly smothering him out with her underwear-clad bottom, not having taken any note of him at any point, he too would eventually be smothered to death. Slowly and carefully Sarah-Jane applied a layer of girl ass onto her 2nd victim’s nose.

It seems that parents, in-order to curb unruly children, would threaten them by saying they would turn them over to the Glambabes if they didn't behave. Sophie laughed, she was now the "Boogie Man!" Sophie, in the depths of love on her victim’s face, even went so far as to DEMAND that he KISS HER ASS TWENTY TIMES!

Sophie really went to work on her handsome victim, now well out of breath. Sophie noticed a
young girl from the audience looking on with a concerned look, much the opposite of all the others with their looks of delight. "Don't worry" Sophie said, Sophie briefly explained the circumstances to the girl in the audience. None of the Glambabes were deliberately cruel or cold blooded but they did have a duty to perform. “So I'm going to have to give him the ‘sweet surrender’, just to make sure he doesn’t ever do it again, and you know? later tonight there’s a little event happening here for aspiring pre-Glambabes like yourself. I train a number of young girls aspiring to be Glambabes.”

Then she pointed at two boys sitting nearby “YOU TWO will be practice victims for these young girls. They are told not to kill but practice only.” Sometimes things get out of hand though. We've lost a number of victims in that manner. “Tomorrow you will report to the Novice master." Her word was gospel, as she was now a Glambabe, and so she knew her commands would be fulfilled. She went on to explain that, though still slaves, the boys would be granted some freedoms. Also, they were to help the Glambabes-to-be by offering suggestions on better smothering techniques from a victims perspective. Little Yvonne was quite excited about this surprising outcome and hugged her older sister.

Sophie felt good, she had united these youngsters and given them a purpose. Probably the boys would both eventually be killed during a practice session. Anyway, she did all she could, the rest was up to fate.

Meanwhile they were dragging away victim seventeen by the ankles, a repeat offender armed robbery convict. Sophie hadn't seen many females among the victims. For one, they are given much more lenient sentences and more second chances in contemporary society, their word counted more in court, and the sentences were less for women, they were also good at flirting their way out of trouble, but this one had been a nasty old fox, with no friends, who had managed to put a bullet in the last four shopkeepers’ heads that she had robbed, so she had to go and face the Glambabes, just like the men.

Sophie returned her attention to the task at hand. She was pressing down hard now, inflicting second-hand, brown air into her victim. Before she smothered him she decided to try one last kick to the balls, which went directly into the sack and caught Markie off guard. He expired within 95 seconds of that, a wise move indeed, Sophie!

Much to Sophie's surprise, she found Amber already mounted atop her 4th victim, barely 20 minutes in, and he didn’t have any fight left in him either. Rachel the brown haired
petite beauty was already finishing off her third one. At this point any male plea for their lives would be that much more difficult, but saying that, most of the 80 condemned in Event two seemed quite pleased and honoured really to have the names of the three Glambabes they fancied most written in large letters on their chest, and to know that it was going to be one of those most beautiful in their eyes who was going to be performing the deed.

Glambabe Suzy had a repeat flasher down in a reverse straddle smother, tracking his nose deep up her slit, where it would turn her on the most. "Do you love this sweet Kentucky ass, you perve?" she asked provocatively. The dirty old man, though being furiously worried, managed to gasp a "yes". Just then, the blonde cheerleader Brittany stopped her pumping, then climbed off the perished one and went over to fell an arsonist. She introduced herself:
“Hi there, my name is Brittany and I’ll be your stewardess for this evening” she hugged and kissed her victim on the cheek “it’s going to be a bumpy ride, so ..” she kneed him in the groin, pushed him over, and climbed on top of his face “if you don’t like it, you can kiss my ass!”

Amber was also having fun with her next sit-down: "Then by the powers invested in me by the Order of Glambabe I hereby unite you with my ass in a femme fatale’s smother.” she said while sitting down on him. “You may kiss the hide”.

With the arrival of the 20-minutes gone marker, the smothering accelerated at a tremendous
pace. Sophie and the rest of the Glambabes were furiously working victims, trying to better their standings. That Suzy must have smothered 50 victims in one day last week. Several times, her handsome Demetri came calling, but then he was taken to be smothered, for having violated a littering by-law, and so she became single again. Sophie got so disoriented that she almost climbed back onto a victim she had just killed. "This has got to slow down," Sophie said climbing atop a fresh victim, the right one this time.

Amber, thoroughly exhausted, turned and nodded in agreement. Because of the massive influx of victims Revlon had had to take on several more women and girls to help ease the crush. Three weeks ago, there were only six Glambabes, and now there were already plans in place for 24 by the end of next month, accumulating 45,000 more victims by this time next year. In addition to these, there were going to be more SmotherTeens and more GlamFemmes Fatales (the slightly larger, not so slender women version), several of whom were going to be in action here tonight.

Unfortunately, Sophie and the twins had to take in a mother-daughter team of convicts. The mother, Effenie, was in her mid to late 30's. She was pleasant and about 4 months pregnant. Smothering was not new to her as she had done many a man in herself, but the unpaid rent, tax evasion, parking tickets and major embezzlement charges combined with her drug-dealing daughter had meant that the ultimate ‘sweet surrender’ was nigh for her.

Her daughter, Ida, was a pert young thing and quite eager to start on her final kiss. Sophie watched while the mother carefully instructed her daughter to lay on the smothering mat and await her fate. As with most girls the twins’ age, they loved to take on older victims - to demonstrate their women-hood. Finally the mother perished, and a handsome tall male victim was led in.

He had humored Ida while they were waiting in the queue, though you could tell he was very skeptical as to her supposedly deadly smothering abilities. Ida looked him over like someone
looking over a fine meal. Technically that was true. Since all smother-girls were
hopelessly addicted to smothering, the victims were really "food" for a Glambabes eternally wanting body. Shelly immediately climbed atop him in a squat smother.

Seconds later, she was furiously pumping away on him. She was working him so
hard that she almost fell off a few times. Her furious pumping had been going
on for some time when Samantha said softly "look, his chest."

Sophie then observed the uneven rise and fall of his chest as he tried to take
in air. Soon his body was twitching. Vainly he tried to pry her off but by now
was too weak from the incessant pumping. Desperate for air he tried one last
time but to no avail. Shelly's continuous pumping was quickly putting her
victim into a state of atrophy. He arched his back, gave one last twitch, and
died. Shelly stayed on him a little longer to make sure he was dead (otherwise this “kill” would be disallowed), and then she climbed off. Everyone was so proud of her, especially her mother. Word of young Shelly’s skills spread all through North Dakota, and she was quickly accepted into the fold.

The tightly packed arena floor had become a deadly smother chamber. It was like that
throughout the whole Glambabe arena. According to Polly, this was the way
things were going to be from now on. The women in power had fifteen years ago decisively and brutally defeated several archenemies and were now in custody of millions upon millions of slaves. Also, in the recent elections, the Slaves for All Party had gained 8 points to 42%, the Gimme Now! I Wanna Be A Glambabe Party had risen by 18 to 27%; the Tomorrows Harvest Party had lost its ability to govern alone, losing 25 points to 26%, and the Give Men Rights Party had lost half its strength and fallen to 2%, drawing level with the new Rapid Male Extinction Party.

Naturally a number of the troops and activists who had been captured in the battles against the now outlawed previous regime’s parties, the Republicans and the Democrats, would end up in the smothering arenas. Those who were too young or unfit for the Glambabes’ arenas, would become house slaves for other young women, who were rewarded by their cooperative employers for their good work by being given slaves free-of-charge. but if they did not behave, the girlcops, the authorities, and ultimately, the Glambabes would get them.

We were now in the final 10 minutes of the Speedsitting. The Glamabes managed as best
they could to score as many more “kills” as possible. Three of them had already run out of alloted convicts with their name on them, and had to sit the rest of this one out. In a rare, funny, incident, one of these girls, Shelly, had accidentally smothered a man who had “Suzy” and two other names written on his chest. On occasion, one of the women would receive a kick from somebody's victim in his death throws, so his vain resistance was not noticed at the time.

All names are written just before the competition by the chosen Glambabes themselves, with a big red marker pen, clearly, on the mens’ chests, each male getting the names of the three ladies he had chosen for her looks in the catwalk show. As it was clear that, in this instance, an honest mistake had occurred, it was agreed to dock Shelly only 0.1 point for her mistake, and to award Suzy this kill.

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 is lifeless, the time of the final capitualation 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.

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 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 a butt.

Obeying did not spare his life, but maybe won him a better start in the female-dominated after-life. She had no problem with that, quite pleased with herself as she finished him off,
though it was well known that he had been an eligible pilot gone bad.

What happen next?