SmotherGames

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

"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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.