SmotherGames

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

"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.

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.

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.

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.

"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.

"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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.