Anjelina’s New Nose

[suffocated1]

Part 1 (Pictures by Stanton)


Anjelina’s New Nose



He quickly made his way through the market place, weaving in and out of the crowds. It was busy, but he knew she was not far behind, but just keeping her distance. He didn't know if she was aware he knew of her presence. He guessed she did because she'd been stalking him for several days now, with only a token qesture of staying hidden.
He suddenly stopped mid-step, deciding almost immediately to try and turn the tables. For three days he'd put up with the uncertainty of her intentions. Glancing back she stopped too, ducking behind a stall for camouflage.
'Right', he thought. 'I'll find out what all this is about once and for all'.
Keeping low, he wound his way through the shoppers in a semi-circle until he saw her back. This was the closest he'd seen her. Whenever he'd tried this before she always managed to disappear. She was taller than him, dressed in a hat pulled low, covering most of her face. Her long coat had the collar turned up against the cold and showed the bottom half of leather boots. Peering this way and that indicated she was looking out for him.
'Excuse me!' he exclaimed, standing behind her.
She whirled round in surprise. She wore thick-rimmed spectacles and he couldn't see much of her face.
'Why have you been following me?' he asked bluntly.
The surprised look in her eyes changed. Her hand lunged from her pocket and he felt a sting in his side. It took him a moment to realise she'd got a hypodermic in her hand. Swiftly she threw it to the ground. The crowds continued in their business, blissfully unaware of the drama unfolding.
'What the fuck are you doing?' he gasped. His vision was draining like fluid, becoming blurry and disorientated. He felt his legs turning to jelly.
'He's had a bit too much to drink,' her husky voice said to a couple of stallholders, watching her supporting him.
'Help me, she's a mad woman,' he wanted to say, but his mouth wouldn't work. He felt himself being led away, leaning against her, his arm held across her broad shoulder.
His throat made some noises of protestation but this only brought a faint snigger from his captor.
'Hi, I’m Anjelina and you're going to be mine very soon,' she told him ominously. 'You’re destined going to be all mine to do whatever I want with.'
He felt himself being bundled into the back of a camper van and the door was slammed shut. Next thing she was in the driver's seat and they accelerated away. He rolled on the floor as she took the corners sharply. He lay there, unable to get up or do anything, wondering and dreading what she had in store for him.

The next thing he knew she was helping him roughly out of the camper, across a gravel drive and into a double-fronted house. She kicked the front door shut behind them, threw off her hat and coat, and tossed her long red hair so it cascaded down her shoulders. Her thick glasses were thrown on top of the heaped coat and her true appearance revealed itself to be very different from what he’d expected. Green sparkling eyes, full lips, high cheek bones and a beauty spot. She was very attractive, the sort of woman who could turn the heads of any man. Her figure was strictly centre-fold, but was also weight-trained, voluptuous, muscled and statuesque. She assisted him through a door leading from the large hallway and was met by another statuesque amazon at the top of a stone stairway leading down into a dingy basement.
He still couldn't speak nor move, couldn't do anything at all. He was barely able to focus on what she was saying.
‘I’ve acquired my latest nose, Lavina’ Anjelina said cheerfully to her friend.
Lavina surveyed their latest possession with an interested eye.
‘I hope I can take full advantage of it too,’ she enquired. Her large breasts were held in place by a light-tan soft suede jerkin, studded at the front. Her lower half was encased with matching figure-hugging side-studded jodhpurs which emphasised the majestic protruding buttocks. These were tucked into brown boots, completing the picture.
‘Tuesday!’ Lavina called to another male descending the stairs. ‘Make yourself ready for me, and hurry up about it!’
The two women passed pleasantries for a few moments before Lavina trotted down the stairs, her heels click-clicking on the stone.The metalic resonance echoed eerily against the walls, and it was a sound which was to strike terror into the very soul of any captive held below in the dungeons.
Anjelina led him down the winding stairway, along a corridor with males inside barred prison cells, to a straw covered cell with a bed, table and chair, and a chemical toilet in the corner.
She immediately got to work, pulling the low bed into the centre. The scrapping sound of its legs and the effort she exercised indicated it was heavy. The speed at which she was preparing the bed indicated she was in a hurry.
'Right, lover boy', she said, panting from the exhertion, 'now let's get you ready.' She paused for a moment from stripping him down to stare, fascinated, at his large nose, stroking it tenderly with a finger, almost like an owner caressing a pet. Then she continued until he was naked. He felt vulnerable, and was still unable to move on his own accord.
'Rohypnol', she offered in reply to his quizzical look. 'A date rape drug. It's the best one, I use it all the time'.
With her lips curled in amusement, she heaved him onto the bed, laying him down, carefully clamping his wrists and ankles into cold steel shackles. He found his head was resting on a pulled out section and was being secured by a strap with a ball-gag across his mouth. Now he could only breathe through his nose.
Her eyes were gleaming now as she surveyed her captured prey. Grinning broadly, she sat on his chest side-saddle, again running the edge of her finger along the length of his prominent nose. He strained with all his might to breathe with the overbearing weight constricting his efforts.
'I liked this the moment I saw it', she confided. 'That's why I had to have you. I've always liked noses. You'd never think a thing like that could turn on a woman so much, would you?'
She played for a moment with its tip, rubbing it between her fingers like a toy. Chuckling, she sat down heavier, oblivious to his obvious discomfort and suppressed exhertions to breathe.
'We're going to have fun, you and I', she smirked. 'We’re going to get to know each other very, very well, and I’m going to teach you all the things I like and you're going to learn to give me lots of pleasure. Aren't you?'
He couldn’t hardly breathe let alone answer. She smiled even more, the rhetorical question’s irony amusing her
Rising from his squashed chest, grinning at his relieved inhalations, she positioned herself facing his feet to straddle his upturned head. He stared in disbelief at her massive bottom, jutting out proudly above his helpless face.
'Shall we just do it?' she mocked, sticking her backside near his nose. As she bent down her bottom stretched, parting her buttocks and she wriggled provocatively. A faint gasp exited her throat as soon as the tip of his nose touched her bottom dead-centre, just about where her anal entrance stared at him threateningly. Then she slowly sank down, submerging his face beneath her bulbous bottom, her weight crushing down overbearing him.
'Let's wake you up properly,' she sniggered. 'I want you fully aware so I can properly enjoy myself'.
He felt another sting, this time in his arm. His lungs were fit to bursting. With the slightest amount of movement his head was allowed he tried to shift this way and that. But this only increased her enjoyment as small groans emitted from the back of her throat. His nose pushed up hard against her intimate anal part and she deliberately wriggled her bottom on his subjugated face.
'Wow!' she exclaimed, excitedly. 'Your face is just the right shape. This feels so good! I just knew you were the one'.
His awareness increased by the second as the counter effects of the drug dissipated. He was now becoming more scared than he'd ever been. His lungs were screaming for mercy. Her mighty backside raised ever so slightly and he took a grateful inhalation before she sat back down.
‘Your face is just so comfortable,’ she breathed, incredulously, wriggling her bottom on his subjugated face. ‘I have a feeling I’m going to like you much more than all the others.’
She turned to look down across her shoulder and he saw her sneering face peer down at his eyes just peeking out from her volumous buttocks. Her eyebrow arched arrogantly in defiance of his predicament.
'Your new name is Weekend', she mocked, smearing her posterior across his captured face. She let him take in a miniscule amount of air before sitting back down on her captured face.
‘I have a nose for every day of the week…’ she laughed, ‘and now you’ve filled the weekend slot.’
His chest burned from oxygen deprivation and fear gripped his every pore. He had an idea this was just the beginning, that she had much more in store for him. That was just before red stars began exploding at the corners of his eyes and he heard her breathing become very heavy. Then she moaned a lot and it all became too overpowering for him, and as he slipped into a welcoming peacefulness she orgasmed, her juices permeating the front of her and smeering his oppressed face with its dampness.
She knew she’d made the right choice. She loved the hunt, the chase, the wearing down and finally the victory. She liked it very much. And she smiled as she thought of something which made her smile in its amusement. She thought, ‘I got a nose for choosing the right nose.’
Then she cleaned herself, leaving his unconscious body lying in readiness for when he was next needed. And knowing her needs it wouldn’t be for long. With her needs it wouldn’t be for very long at all.
Anjelina sighed a happy sigh as she slammed the cell door shut, the clanking of the lock reverberating along the corridor.
And as all the fellow captives heard the sound, they all united in their sympathy, fully aware of what it meant. They knew someone had been used, just the way they had been. Then they all began to dread their next time. All as one.

[vallee6142]

Good story
Thanks

[al-uk]

excellent start... if its even half as good as bottom slave it will be excellent! Love the idea of Amazons nose lusting...

[surfspy]

continue this it's great!

[settee]

The way you described the moment before she sat down was just the way I like that to be described. Hope to read more of this, good work.

[DU007]

As usual, suffocated....terrific writing...:)


...Powerful idea - the men in cells is evocative...be great to kind of bring them into the story somehow...I mean, connect them to each others' enduring suffering - and also a sense of people going about their lives outside - the prisoner's despair at knowing people are close by, but totally unaware of the predicament they are in....

Good work....thanks...

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[suffocated1]

Part 2 (pictures by Stanton)


Two weeks ago.

‘This country should suit you down to the ground,’ the attractive woman in the travel agents had said. ‘There’s lots of single, attractive women and the cost of living is very cheap,’ she’d said. ‘And from what you’ve told me about your budget and wanting to meet single women we have an hotel there which could accommodate you almost immediately,’ she’d said.
‘Do they speak English?’ he’d asked.
She’d been smiling a lot when he’d left the office. Then she picked up the phone.
He was on the plane to Eastern Europe three days later. And looking forward to the holiday of a lifetime…


Now.

It was dark, very dark. But there was enough light from the moon to prevent him from falling. Somewhere in the distance an owl hooted, making the darkness seem even more eerie.
Far off, in the dwindling dusk, on the other side of a stream and across meandering fields, he saw some lights and headed in their direction. Behind him, dogs frantically barked near the place where he’d been held prisoner. And by the sound of them they were getting closer all the time. It looked like his escape had caused pandemonium and he’d probably only got ten minutes head start. If he was lucky.
It hadn’t been easy to get away from there. Anjelina had returned a few hours later and had used him again for her perverted pleasure for what seemed like an eternity. She had even facesat him so much she’d rendered him unconscious again. But this time she’d made the mistake of leaving him unshackled. All he’d needed was a nail to pick the lock…
The memory of what she’d done to him still burned an horrific impression into his mind. He’d never been so frightened in his entire life. And the cow sitting right on his face! He’d never felt so humiliated. And the agony of her weight. And the feel of her arse squashing his face! And the suffocation!!!
He made for the stream, washing the smells from his face. He hoped the water would put the hounds off the scent. Then he made slow progress across the meadows because of his weakened state. He jogged as fast as he could manage, not daring to look back. The hounds sounded even closer. His heart was pounding with fear.
He was nearing exhaustion but he carried on going. He was just sorry he couldn’t help the others escape too. Poor sods, they’d have to remain as the women’s captives and be forced to endure the facesitting torture until they were rescued. Whenever that would be.
He was panting by the time he reached the building, and close to dropping. One of the windows had a light on, like a beacon leading him to sanctury. Peaking through the wide slit in the curtains, he smiled with gladdened heart. The sight he saw was of two women. And from the attire they wore it looked like they were policeweman, officers of the law. This was a police station. He was more reassured now, pleased he’d escaped the vile clutches of thiose facesitting torturesses. He couldn’t be safer.
Rap, rap, he confidently knocked on the glass.
Their look was of momentarily surprise, startled at the face peeping through at them in the dark. Then one of them indicated for him to go round to the door.
‘What do you want?’ one of them asked, waving him in.
‘Er, I’m kinda lost, officers,’ he replied, steadying himself from falling.
‘You look in a real state,’ she said, helping him over to the settee.’What happened to you?’
‘I… I… escaped… from…’ he started. But he wasn’t sure how to describe the horrendous experience or the type of tortureres he’d eluded.
‘’Go on,’ she said gently, sitting opposite and looking at him intently.
‘It… it… was horrible,’ he went. ‘They captured me and then they kept on doing things to me which were awful.’
‘What sort of things?’ she encouraged. The two women exchanged a look, unseen by him.
He couldn’t look her in the eye. He sat there looking at the floor, wringing his hands.
Suddenly the other policewoman grabbed hold of him and yanked him to the floor.
‘What sort of things?’ she asked.
‘What are you doing?’ he yelled.
They were both grinning now, and the first officer bent his arms behind his back and tied his wrists. The other hit him with her truncheon.
‘Tell us!’ she commanded.
‘Th… they sat on me,’ he whimpered.
‘They sat on you?’ the other said mockingly.
‘Where did they sit on you?’ the other joined in, smirking.
‘On.. on.. on..’ he stammered, ‘on my face…’
They both threw their heads back laughing.
He began realising through his tiredness that they had no compassion. He wasn’t going to get any help from these officers of the law. Not at all.
‘He’s got a pretty face,’ the other woman said, her hands smoothing across her bulbous bottom.
‘Get down those stairs,’ the first policewoman said. She had the insignia of an Inspector on her arm. She kept pulling him towards a door. It lead down into a dingy basement. He involuntarily gasped in horror at the sight which befell him. In the dim light he could see the place was set out like some kind of torture chamber. Across the back by a stone wall was a raised dais with one step up at either end. There were several men’s heads which poked through up the wooden stage floor, secured into position, unable to move. Some faces he couldn’t see because at least three policewomen were using them as seats. They were forcing them to suffocate and to lick them wherever they ordered. The room was filled with noise. There was wailing from those captives that could breathe unhindered by a female posterior. There was a lot of noisy inhalations and gaspings from those that could only breathe when allowed. And there were noisy commands being uttered by the women, who were sometimes wheezing and moaning in ecstacy from their perverted excitations.
‘Get under there,’ the Inspector said, shoving him through the small door under the dais. Then she shut the door and went up onto the platform. Then she instructed him to push his head through the hole.
‘Turn round. That’s it,’ she told him, securing his face into a permanent up-facing position. He was unable to move his head, and there was nowhere for him to go.
With a small smirk she squatted down, her bottom hovering just above his helpless face. Beside him a man whined, crying in relief at the reprieve the new-comer had given him for the evening.
‘I must caution you that you are under arrest’ she said, holding up the arrest sheet. ‘And anything you say will be used against you.’
He whimpered beneath her, dreading the worst, knowing the impending events would be absolutely dire.
Her voice now began to sound more like she was enjoying herself. But she still retained an air of officious authority. ‘I now will read out the charges.’
‘Please let me go,’ he managed to gasp. ‘I won’t tell anyone.’
Throwing back her head she gave out a short laugh.
‘You are charged with escaping from internment and incarseration,’ she said, sitting down on his face, engulfing it. His nose vanished inside her vulva, while her buttocks squashed down weightily over the rest of his submerged countenance. ‘You are charged with breathing without consent.’ She settled herself more comfortably, riding her hips, working herself off on his nose.
He had been taken by surprise because she’d sat down so suddenly. He’d been on an exhalation when she sat on his face. Now his lungs were bursting.
‘You are charged with non compliance to the superior race,’ she went on, enjoying the intense suffering she was causing.
With his reddened face under her, she remained seated on his subjugated head, his entire face swamped by her bulbous backside. Her full-lipped mouth curled cruelly, grinning broadly at the throaty sounds he made pleading for mercy and begging for the faintest breath of air.
‘You are hearby sentenced to extreme air deprivation,’ she gleefully informed him. ‘This will be continuous throught the night, and may be carried out by me or any of my officers.’
The weeping man in the neighbouring cubicle attempted to keep quiet but the terror of the oppressive environment forced whimperings from his well-pummelled mouth.
‘Keep quiet,’ she said, pointing down at him, ‘or it’ll be worse for you tomorrow.’
The other policewomen were in various stages of orgasm, depending on the amount of suffering they were inflicting on their suffocating prisoners.
‘Where did you escape from?’ the Inspector asked her seat, raising her bottom enough for him to gulp in much needed air.
‘A…n…j…e…l…i…n…a…’s,’ he managed to say, before her mammoth backside descended back down onto his tortured face.
‘Ha! My old rival,’ she chuckled. ‘She will not be pleased you escaped.’ She grinned from ear to ear. ‘And she will be much less pleased that you have been used by me.’
She wriggled herself to push his imprisoned nose deeper into her vagina, her moistened sex organs engulfing it. This was going to be the most enjoyable breath-control session she’d had for months.
‘You will now lick my anus,’ she commanded. ‘And until your sentence is complete you will continue licking it whever you are smothering.’
There was nothing he could do. He poked out his tongue to search between her voluminous buttocks till the tip reached her anal muscle. She gave out an appreciative gasp. ‘That’s it, just there… keep it there… I will return you to her after your sentence,’ she advised him. ‘And I cannot wait to see the look on her face.’
With that she allowed her climax to fully take hold, letting her ejeculating juices to swamp his captured nostril.
Beneath his tormentor, he was suffering to the extreme. His lungs were on fire from oxygen denial, he was close to passing out, and it took all his will-power to keep his tongue circulating in the place she had bidden him to lick.
This was absolute torture. And she’d only just started on him, and already he was near to collapse. She’d said he’d got to endure this for the rest of the night!
But what he was really terrified of was if he lasted the night and survived he still had to face Anjelina tomorrow.
The Inspector’s whole body became tingly and her eyes folded up into her eyelids and at that moment she knew he was almost passing out. And that gave her orgasm more impetus and at that moment she experienced the most intense climax and she just allowed it to keep on enveloping her.

[surfspy]

Fantastic story, keep it going

[suffocated1]

Part 3


Clickety-clack, clickety-clack, clickety-clack.
That sound send shivers down the spines of every male in the dundeons. It was the sound of a woman’s heels coming down the stone stairway.
They all knew who it was, too, by the way she walked and by the noise of the jingling of her spurs. She was the most feared of all the Amazons. She was coming to pick on someone. And it could only mean one thing.
Tusday stood up from his hard, wooden bed. All the men did. You had to stand to attention whenever an Amazon came into the dungeon area as a show of respect. Unless of course you were being used by one of them. But if you were able to stand and didn’t do so you were facesat by the cruelest woman you would ever have to meet in your entire life. She would punish you severely.
He’d witnessed it once and once was enough. He’d been here seven months now, but it seemed like years. He knew how long because he kept a record or else he’d forget. Like the others, they lost track of time. And they’d forgotten mostly about their lives before coming here to this hellhole.
Clickety-clack, clickety-clack, clickety-clack. The sound got closer and his heart thumped like mad. A few of them began whimpering.
All the men had been gladdened when the newest prisoner had escaped. But they knew he didn’t stand a chance. Over the years a few of them had made their breaks for freedom at some time or another but they always got caught. Then the women punished them. It was awful, terrible. No human should be put through that kind of treatment.
For the first offence the punishment was forced urine drinking. The owner would make the escapee drink her piss after quaffing litres of the local brew. Usually the first offenders survived but not always. Tuesday had witnessed someone being drowned when he first came here. She literally pissed into his mouth until he choked and she laughed so much the piss came even faster.
The second attempt to flee was met with an even harsher punishment. Thank God he hadn’t seen that. But he’d heard tales from someone who had. The sentence was carried out by the woman who was now coming down the stairs. Legend had it she would eat a special diet the evening before the execution, and lots of it. When the punishment was carried out the other Amazons would crowd round laughing and clapping as the. It was almost as if it was their special treat.
Escape was not an option. It was something no one else had dared tried to do for a very long time. Until now.
‘You!’ she bellowed in the corridoor of the barred cells, pointing at one of them.
Tuesday swallowed hard. The finger was aiming directly at him.
‘Was it you?’ she roared, opening his cell door.
He was so frightened his mouth wouldn’t work. She was called The Punisher and she had earned that nickname the hard way.
‘Lie down!’ she ordered, smoothing her hands over the huge mounds of her prominent bottom.
She wore her favorite torture outfit, fitting her like a second skin. It was kidskin riding breeches tucked into leather boots.
‘How did he escape?’ she asked him sternly, standing right on his stomach and chest. She was very heavy and her heels dug into him painfully.
Her beautiful, cruel eyes surveyed the cell in minute detail while he wriggled and writhed in agony beneath her weight.
‘Ah!’ she exclaimed, stepping off him. It gave him a chance to reclaim some air.
‘What’s this?’ she asked him.
He was in no fit state to be able to answer.
‘You’ve done this, haven’t you?’she hissed, turning to stand astride him. Beside his bed there were scratches on the wall indicating the weeks and months he’d been held captive.
‘How did you mark it?’ she asked, squatting down over his head, deliberately pinning his arms to the ground.
‘P… p… l… e… a… s… e…’ he whined, staring up at her voluminous backside, hovering directly above his ensnared face. Her spurs prevented him from turing away.
‘Tell me!’ she insisted.
‘I… I… d… o… n… t…k… n… o… w…’ he snivelled.
She pressed her bottom closer to his face.
‘Tell me or suffer the conseqences!’ she snarled
He began crying and sobbing. Her snarl grew into one of the cruelest grins he’d ever seen. Then she sat down heavily on his face, submerging it.


As he futiley writhed beneath her, she smiled at the others in the adjoining cells who were staring, awestruck, at the hideous sight before them.
‘Your time will come,’ she chuckled, pressing her bottom deeper onto his face. A few turned away, unable to witness the horrendous scene.
She remaining suffocating him until he was close to passing out. She was an expert in the art of smother torture, knowing exactly if they were feigning or not. Usually she could tell from the fainest of movements, her body was that sensative. But more often than not she knew from the state of their pulses as she held them by the wrists.
‘You gave him a nail to escape, didn’t you?’ she hissed, just allowing him the smallest of breaths before re-seating herself.
Then she smiled as she knew it would take hours for her breakfast to digest. She could keep him barely alive for any length of time. And this was going to take quite a few hours. His body would be torturously starved of oxygen and he would be in comlete agony. She was in total control of his very exsistence.
Her breakfast hadn’t been the biggest of meals, but it was enough. It was just enough so he didn’t die but it would make sure he would never help anyone else to escape ever again. Ever.
And it would leave a very nasty taste in his mouth. Then she began laughing and his fellow prisoners reluctantly watched, guilty but glad it wasn’t them.

[suffocated1]

Oh, pics by Stanton. Plus spell-check isn't working.

[Cheek2Cheek]

Oh, yes. can't wait for part 4. Beautiful. That'll teach him!

[suffocated1]

Part 4 (pics by Stanton)


‘Hallo,’ the Inspector casually asked, smirking. ‘Is that Anjelina?’
She was sitting on Weekend’s face smothering him, talking on the phone. And she was going to enjoy this almost as much as the facesitting torture itself.
‘Yes,’ Anjelina anxiously replied.
‘This is Inspector Kalowski. I believe we’ve met before.’
‘Yes, a long time ago. How can I help?’
‘Well, my dear…’ The Inspector allowed him to breathe sufficiently to prevent him from passing out then resat herself. ‘ …it’s more a case of how I can help you.’
‘In what way, Inspector?’
‘I understand you’ve lost something.’
There was a long pause, then: ‘You’ve found him, haven’t you?’
‘It depends on what you’ve lost.’ Kalowski ground her bottom deeper into his tormented face, mercilessly squashing it.
‘You’ve got my new face, haven’t you?’ Anjelina asked excitedly. ‘You’ve found him?’
‘Indeed I have, my dear. In fact he’s right here with me now.’ She looked down at him, his eyes bulging from extreme oxygen deprivation. She couldn’t prevent the chuckle escaping from her sensual mouth.
Anjelina began to sense something untoward and proceeded cautiously. The security services were full of women you had to be careful with. ‘Oh, thank you, Inspector. Is he alright?’
‘Oh I think so,’ Kalowski chuckled. ‘Would you like to talk to him?’
‘Yes I would. Is he okay?
The cruel Inspector raised a buttock and placed the mouthpiece close to the desperate inhalation noises of a tormented man.
‘Eeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!’ went his lungs.
‘Did you hear him?’ the officer laughingly asked, sitting back down, squashing his face again, rubbing his nose into her anus.
‘’You… you…’ Anjelina began, but checked herself. It wouldn’t do to upset a police officer.
‘Be very careful, my dear,’ Kalowski warned.
‘I hope he isn’t spoiled,’ Anjelina said. There was control in her voice.
‘Don’t fret, there’s plenty more years left in him. But I have been getting to know him exceedingly well,’ the Inspector continued.
‘When can I come to collect him?’ Anjelia asked. There was an anger rising in her and it was so great she would have to exact a terrible revenge on someone very soon.
‘No need, my dear,’ the Inspector replied. ‘I’ll come and pop him over to you myself. Just call it home delivery service.’
There was a snarl at the other end and Kalowski laughed before replacing the receiver.



‘Ahhhoooouuuuhhh…’ Tuesday went, his head down the cell’s toilet.
The Punisher had very nearly finished him off. She’d facesat him all day until such a point he’d wished she’d just end it all for him. But she was too cruel for that.
‘I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you, I’ll confess anything!’ he’d screamed. It was the first time she’d allowed him to gain enough air for him to be able to yell. Then she’d made him kiss her bottom and forced him to thank her for suffocating him.
He hated himself for giving in. He so much wanted one of them to escape from this hellhole. They all did. But he’d been the only one brave enough to help Weekend. Now he was paying for it.
When the facesitting was over, in The Punisher’s own words, she said she was going to punish him. But as he’d confessed she was only going to use his tongue as her toilet paper. She’d got him to kneel before her while she sat on the toilet and chatted to him as she emptied her bowels.
‘What do you think of my bottom?’ she’d asked him.
‘It’s lovely,’ he’d forced himself to say.
‘Only lovely?’ she’d asked a little sharply.
‘It’s beautiful,’ he’d replied.
‘Very beautiful?’ she’d queried. She’d held his face tightly and made him look her in the eye as she strained. He heard the waste matter hit the bottom of the pan.
‘Y… y… e… s…’ he’d said, dread in his voice.
‘And did you feel privileged I was sitting on your face?’ she aked, straining again.
‘Y… y… yes,’ he whimpered. ‘V… v… very… privileged.’ He was close to sobbing.
More waste matter dropped and then she stopped straining and stood to close the lid. Then she lay face-down across his bed with her bottom raised. All the beds in the dungeon doubled up in useage; for sleeping and for when the Amazons came to facesit.
‘Now lick it clean!’ The Punisher had said.
He hadn’t known anything to taste so awful. He’d gagged once and she roared at him to not vomit or it would be much worse for him.
After he’d cleaned her vast backside she’d made him perform analingus. The bed had rattled from her writhings but she’d hardly made a sound. Such was her control.
Then she dressed while he heaved up in the toilet, saying as she was leaving: ‘Do try and escape, won’t you. I’d really love to give you the ultimate punishment.’
Then her laughter had echoed off the walls and her heels had clickerty-clacked back up the stairs.



‘Thank you, Inspector,’ Anjelina said through clenched teeth.
Kalowski was standing at the mansion’s front door, holding Weekend dangling like a wrapped parcel.
‘It was the least I could do, my dear,’ Kalowski smirked.
She had one of the police station’s prisoners secured to her body, his face submerged into her bulbous bottom. It was the man who’d been whining all night while she facesat Weekend. But he wasn’t whining now.
‘Can I offer you some refreshment, Inspector?’ Anjelina asked, with enforced civility.
‘That’s very nice of you, my dear, but I have other duties to attend to.’ The Inspector dropped Weekend in a heap at Anjelina’s feet and turned to go. ‘Can I suggest you look after your property better in the future, my dear.’
Then she strutted off sniggering to her car, her secured captive futiley struggling.
Anjelina dragged her package inside and glowered down at the cringling Weekend.
‘You little fucker,’ she hissed. ‘You let her use you! How could you do that to me? You’re my nose, no one else’s.’
All he could do was gaze up at her bewildered.
‘It was me who took all the trouble to find you and get you,’ she explained through her teeth. ‘And you repay me by doing this! No one escapes from me and gets away with it.’
She dragged him along the floor by his hair, pulling him all the way down into the dungeons. She left him on the straw-covered ground and towered above him, planting a heavy footed stillettoed shoe on his stomach.
‘He’s back everyone!’ she yelled.
Tuesday was the nearest and he looked sorrowfully through his bars at his recaptured friend.
‘No one escapes from here,’ she bellowed for all to hear. ‘Not ever. And no one helps anyone to escape either.’
She turned to stare directly at the terrified Tuesday.
‘You look very thirsty, Tuesday,’ she snorted. ‘Maybe you’d like something to drink.’
She rubbed her vaginal area which had begun to become moist.
‘I’ll leave you now, Weekend,’ she told him, allowing him to recover from her foot crush. ‘And I’ll deal with you later.’
Then she unlocked Tuesday’s cell door, the metal squeaking, and clanked it shut behind her.
‘I’ve had a few litres of our local beer,’ she sniggered at the frightened man. ‘Well, actually quite a few litres. I do hope you’re very thirsty.’
The other prisoners watched discretely but still unable to turn away from the scene which was about to unfold before their very eyes.

[surfspy]

this is amazing! everything I love Facesitting smothering toilet paper tongue and all forced!

[Lone Stranger]

Excellent story. Very well written. It holds my interest and keeps me longing for more.

Thanks for posting!

Later~

[door_step]

Great story,
How cruel to use his tongue as her toiletpaper :realfunny:

Can't imagine that to be a nice thing to do, but beeing in the position he is, he has no choice.:worship: :thumbsup2:

doorstep

[al-uk]

Great stuff! Do you decide the story first & look for the relevent stanton pics.. or use the pics for inspiration?

[couchman]

Somehow I missed reading this story until now. Excellent writing! Your descriptions are so vivid I nearly smothered while reading it.

[suffocated1]

Great stuff! Do you decide the story first & look for the relevent stanton pics.. or use the pics for inspiration?

Thanks, mate. It's a bit of both really. Sometimes I have a rough idea then look through pics and choose which way I'm going to go. Other times I see some pics and enlarge the story.

I'm glad you enjoy. For the next part I may use Namio.

[surfspy]

Namio would be the bomb. Faces helplessly trapped beneath a enveloping ass.

[suffocated1]

Part 5 (pics by Stanton)


Five days ago…


I’d been brought down to this dungeon and tied to a bed. There were others, frightened just like me. The smell of fear hung all around, as did the sweetness from the straw on the ground.
I was scared witless. It seemed to amuse her as she sat down on my prostrate body, knocking the wind out of me. She’d said her name was Anjelina. Her eyes widened while she played with my nose. It fascinated her like it was the focal point of the entire scenario, like it was the whole purpose of the kidnapping. My breathing was laboured and tortuous under her overbearing weight which only seemed to amuse her even more.
Then I began to wonder what she wanted to gain, how much she was going to ask for my release. It wasn’t as if I was rich or anything. I earned a normal wage and lived in an average house. She wouldn’t get much as a ransom demand. I was just thinking she had made a huge mistake when she rose from my chest, stood with my head between her legs, and her huge arse appeared before my face, just above it, hovering like it had a positive purpose.
What the fuck is going on, I thought. Then it happened. It took me completely by surprise, and it was the last thing I’d ever expected.
She shoved her bottom right into my face, with my nose pressing hard dead-centre in between her buttocks, in the middle of her crease. The soft kidskin jodhpurs encased her bottom like a glove, each muscled, well-rounded buttock proudly protruding. I suddenly panicked, with a dreadful sense of doom gripping me. Then she sat down and her bum cheeks completely engulfed my face, submerging it under a weight of female flesh. Her weight crushed down relentlessly, and the worst thing was I couldn’t even breathe.
She let out a gasp of delight, wriggling about, and do you know what the most humiliating thing about it was? She rubbed my nose into her anus, making her give out throaty noises as if she was really getting off by doing this to me. Jeez, what the hell was she doing this to me for?
It didn’t take long for me to try and breathe, but whichever way I attempted to twist and turn my movements were totally restricted. She was clever, I’ll give her that. She’d thought of everything, right down to the last detail.
By now my lungs were burning, and hearing her groans of pleasure just rubbed salt into my wounds. I fleeting saw her looking down at me over her shoulder, a great big smirk filling her face, while her vast posterior completely smothered mine. Then it dawned on me why she’d captured me. It wasn’t anything to do with money or a ransom. All she wanted to do was sit on my face and suffocate me.
‘Your new name is Weekend,’ she mockingly called down to me, rubbing her arse all over my defenceless face. 'And I'm going to do lots of nasty things to you', she added laughingly.
By now I was close to passing out, and she was revelling in my predicament. Her breathing became very heavy while I struggled furiously beneath her, and stars exploded in the corner of my eyes. The last thing I saw before the blackness was her bulbous buttocks squashing my face, with her giggling ringing in my ears.

When I came round she’d taken off her jodhpurs and her bare bottom was pummelling my face in an effort for me to regain consciousness. She smelled musky from excitation, which was mingled with her bummy smell, a bit like cheese. Her smells added to my humiliation, exacerbated by her continually thrusting her backside to smear and bullying my face.
‘You’d better get used to it soon,’ she grinningly informed me. ‘Or you’re not going to last very long…’
With that she very, very slowly lowered her bottom so as my nose gently brushed the inside of her crack. She gave out an almost surprised gasp of delight before sitting right down. She wriggled provocatively, guiding my nose to rub against her anus passage.
‘Jeezzzzzz,’ I heard her gasp, while she wriggled and writhed on my unprotected and vulnerable face. She was using my face as a sex object, totally unconcerned for the suffering I was enduring.
‘This is just so right,’ she sneeringly told me. ‘It’s just so perfect. Don’t you agree?’ I couldn’t breathe let alone answer.
I saw her back arch above me, and she began rocking her bottom on my face. She was loving every second of my torment.
I ached all over from the constant suffocation. With all my might I strived to escape her relentless persecution.
‘That’s… it… fight,’ she breathed, and her body convulsed as my face brought her to delirious ecstasy.
‘Ohhh… this… is… good… Ohhh… yessss… This… is… good…’ she gasped in orgasmic bliss. My smothered agony was unbearable.
It seemed like an age before the exploding stars began and she must have timed it just right because she raised a buttock just a fraction, just the slightest bit to allow my nostril to suck in a miniscule amount of air. Then she sat back down full weight and laughing told me: ‘That was too much.’
Again, almost at once, my lungs screamed for mercy and my oxygen starved body writhed in conquered protest.
‘I bet you’re pleased my bum and your face are just right for each other?’ she giggled with a huge grin. My eyes bulged from air deprivation, sore and watery.
She enjoyed my suffering for while longer and then rose from my face. Instantly I took advantage of the release to fill my aching lungs, but so desperate was I for the need for air I began choking. She sat on my chest, watching, amused at my splutterings from the excessive duration of face-sitting torture.
‘Are you pleased to be my new nose, Weekend?’ she smirked down at me. I couldn’t answer at first, no way, I was coughing and choking. She’d made me that way, with her perverse striving for self gratification.
‘Please let me go,’ I finally gasped. ‘I won’t tell anyone.’
She gave out a hard laugh, but in contrast she began stroking my nose almost tenderly. ‘I’m so glad you said that,’ she breathed. ‘This is going to take so much longer than the others.’
She was sitting on my chest, her legs draped over my shoulders. Christ she was heavy. She seemed intent on spending all her time restricting my breathing. Her shaven vagina stared menacingly at me, it’s swollen lips looking excited and expectant. Her full mouth spread into a broad grin at the fearful look in my eyes and she forced the ball-gag back in my mouth, tying it tightly. Her tongue snaked out from her voluptuous mouth, brushing across her teeth in teasing seduction. Sliding herself forward, she wedged my head between her muscular thighs. Reaching slightly, she loosened my head restraint so I had a bit of movement. For a moment I thought this may have been an act of compassion but it soon became clear it was a selfish move to enhance her own perverse pleasure. Then she deliberately sat on my face, gripping my head vice-like with her thighs. What a bitch! She was guiding my nose into her awaiting vulva, skilfully sealing my only means of breathing. No sooner had she settled her weight on my face than I instinctively strived to free my head from her backside. This only produced gleeful moans from her as my desperate movements rubbed my nose in and deeper around her moistened vagina.
‘Oh… my… ‘ she gasped, ‘that’s… lovely… b..e..a..u..t..i..f..u..l..!’ And then to my utter dismay I saw her gloating eyes wallowing in my misery, turn up into her lids, and she had the most intense orgasm I’ve ever seen a woman achieve. My body was crying out for air, and my agonised struggles to free my face were futile beneath her dominating bottom.
‘I… I… just… knew… it… was… going… to… be… this… good…’ she managed to gasp. She shifted slightly her blazing eyes gleefully watching my agonised expression. I was able to inhale a bit of air through one nostril before she resealed my nose.
‘The… ‘breaking in’… is… as… good… as… the… chase,’ she was just able to say as her entire body ground her clitoris against my nose.
Her ejaculation of love-juice mixed with urine was so intense it infiltrated my air-starved nostrils to the degree it reached the back of my throat.
Her beautiful green eyes blazed in glory at my defencelessness and vulnerability. The pupils were dilated at the sight of my plight and her nipples were hard as a sexual response.
I felt so overpowered and dominated by this bitch who wanted nothing more than to use me for her own sexual gratification. Selfish and relentless in her quest for personal satisfaction. She’d pursued me, captured me and now she was torturing me to become her slave, to become a thing, an object for her own perverse pleasure.
‘You’re… mine… now…’ she said in wonderment. ‘I…knew… you… were… the… one…’
The stars began exploding and although I was weaker I still struggled for survival. It only made her even happier and her climax increased and so did her panting.
Then the stars began merging into one and then the blackness came. Then there was nothing, nothing at all.



Present time…

‘No! Please stop!’
Weekend gripped the door’s bars tightly. He was watching his friend Tuseday in the next cell. Anjelina was gleefully using him as a urinal and he could bearly cope with the copious amount of the golden liquid being jettisoned into his conquered mouth.
‘Please stop!’ Weekend whined. ‘You’re drowning him!’
Anjelina guided her stream of piss directly into the unfortunate man’s mouth, grinning wickedly at all those brave enough to witness this inhumane act.
‘No he’s not,’ she chuckled, gripping the back of his head, pulling his head in tighter between her strong thighs. ‘You’re not drowning, are you?’
The cell door rattled from Weekend’s anxious shaking on the bars.
‘Please let him go,’ he pleaded.
‘He helped you escape,’ she smilingly told him. ‘So he must be punished.’ Her look of pleasure increased the more she urinated. She sighed in blissful relief as her bladder gradually released its pressure.
‘But he’s already been punished,’ Weekend whined.
Her dominated human toilet was swallowing the warm, bitter liquid as fast as he could gulp. He began to cough and swallow at the same time, but managed to recover to continue his forced drinking.
‘He’s suffered enough,’ Weekend pleaded. ‘Please!’
‘Okay, do you want to take his place?’ she smirked at Weekend.
He suddenly stopped rattling the steel door, stepping back in dismay. His mouth opened but nothing came out.
She sighed in contentment as her bladder emptied into her captive’s mouth.
‘I didn’t think so, my pet nose,’ she chuckled, grinning down at her guzzling conquest.
Weekend’s face looked as if his mind was dealing with the hardest dilemma he’d ever had to face. Tuesday was finding it increasingly more difficult to swallow quickly enough. The acrid piss gushed down his throat as if a hose had been turned on.
‘It wasn’t him!’ Weekend blurted.
Anjelina turned, surprised. ‘What?’
‘It wasn’t him who gave me the nail,’ Weekend cried out.
On the other side of Tuesday’s cell, Thursday turned away from his own cell door where he’d been guiltily watching the scene.
‘Oh?’ Anjelina said, surprised. But she continued pissing into Tuesday’s mouth, unable to resist the pleasure.
‘Who was it then?’ she asked her favorite nose.
Weekend formed the words but his voice couldn’t project the sounds properly.
Tuesday began choking. Her thighs clamped tighter round his head.
‘Don’t make me laugh, Tuesday,’ she chuckled.
He choked even more, unable to cope with the ingressing flood. With his choking, coupled with the tickling sensation of his head trying to free itself caused her to chuckle loudly. Then she began to laugh, the echoing sound resonating off the walls.
Then her laughter went on for a very long time.

[suffocated1]

Part 6 (pics by Stanton)


It was dark in the dungeons, the men could hardly see. There was no light, except for the faint glow from some candles. The flickering shadows on the stone walls made the place seem even more chilling.
A figure lay on the ground, looking like someone who’d been saved from the brink of drowning and had washed up on shore. Tuesday was still coughing up urine and had almost been done in. He had very nearly been finished but the Amazon had relented.
‘I’ll let you live be another day,’ she’d said, then added, laughing: ‘To be facesat by The Punisher.’ This was the in-girl joke they loved to share. To threaten their ‘faces’ with the cruellest facesitter of them all.
Then Anjelina had pulled out the guilty Thursday from his cell and dragged him up the stairway, cursing him all the way up. She’d shouted at him he was going to see The Punisher. The others hadn’t seen him since. That was six hours ago.

The flickers on the walls increased as a slight gust of wind blew down the stairway. That was followed by the most dreaded noise of all. Clickerty-clack, clickerty-clack went the stilletos on the stone stairs. The sound made every man rigid with fear. No one knew who be chosen, you never did. Not until the Amazon had opned your cell door did you know. Then it was pure and utter hell for a few hours.
Weekend had been beside the prostate Tuesday’s door for hours, offering supportive words to his friend. Now he sitting on the edge of his bed.
Anjelina came from the darkness and unlocked his cell door. ‘Now it’s your turn,’ she said, grabbing the terrified Weekend’s hair. ‘No one escapes from me.’
With that she hauled him hurriedly up the stairs and into a long corridor he hadn’t been down before. Then up some more stairs, wooden this time, and into the second door along a long corridor of entrances.
It was a plush bedroom, a boudoir, with a four-poster and all the luxuries a woman could wish for. Weekend was thrown to the floor and the door slammed shut.
‘You’ve only got this one chance to make amends,’ Anjelina told him. ‘So your face and nose had better make me happy.’
Smiling, she smoothed her nailpolished hands across the vast expanse of her prominent bottom, amused at his look of horror.
‘You’re going to have your face wedged in her bum all night,’ A female voice said from behind him. It was Lavina and she had the most evil grin on her face.
‘Can you help me get him in?’ Anjelina asked. ‘I can tell it’s going to be a tight fit.’
‘That’s just the way you like it, Anji,’ Lavina said. ‘A nice tight fit and no place to go.’
At the sound of their giggling ringing in his ears, Weekend could do nothing but wait for the inevitable torture. He watched with dismay as Anjelina pulled some rubber panties from a drawer, slipping them on over her muscled legs to the tops of her thighs.
‘Your face is going in right here,’ Lavina taunted him, assisting her friend to pull to strong, tight rubber panties over the vast backside. ‘Now what do think of that?’
He looked on fearfully, dreading the certain outcome that was about to happen.
‘You see what I meant about his face,’ Anjelina said to her friend. ‘And his nose, especially his nose.’
Yes, I noticed,’ Lavina replied. ‘I can’t wait to try it out.’ She levered his head into the rubber panties, wedging his face right in the centre.
‘No way,’ Anjelina chided her friend. ‘I want him all night.’
‘Okay, what about letting me have him after?’ Lavina persisted.
‘And what do I get in return,’ Anjelina asked, shifting her bottom to force his face deeper in between her buttocks.
‘Some of my Belgium chocs,’ Lavina offered.
‘ALL your chocs,’ Anjelina countered.
‘Cow! Okay, ALL my chocs,’ Lavina agreed. ‘But on condition I can have him for two days.’
‘No way,’ Anjelina replied, wriggling her backside with his attached head. He wriggled desperately, striving to free himself of her stifling entrapment. ‘ALL your chocs for one day. And that’s final.’
‘You bitch,’ Lavina joked. ‘Okay! But just wait till I get a better ‘face’ than you.’
They laughed as Lavina headed for the door. She closed it quietly, to the gentle sound of her friend achieving the build-up to a very intense orgasm…



His face fitted her backside like a glove. She’d chosen well. It was just the right shape and his nose was the perfect length, wedged up tight between her crevice.
She hardly noticed her nipples were standing out like cork-stops. A tingling sensation coursed through her whole body. Her very being sensed the impending excitement, the anticipation of things to come.
‘I just knew you were the perfect one for me,’ she said hoarsely, raising a buttock a fraction. It was only just enough for him to suck in a miniscule amount of air through one nostril. It wasn’t sufficient to relieve his lungs but it was enough to prevent him from passing out.
‘This is really turning me on, Weekend,’ she gasped.
Try as hard and as desperately he did, he could not wrench his head free from the confines of her buttocks.
She wallowed in the enjoyment of the sensations of her bottom dominating his helpless face and also of being in complete control of his breathing. She continued using him in this way, relishing his torment for a considerable length of time. Every so often she would allow him small amounts of inhalations before repositioning her bottom and re- squeezing his face to continue the torture. When she became quite damp she couldn’t contain herself any longer navigating his nose towards her anal passage.
‘Jeezzzzzz,’ she whimpered, massaging her breasts. ‘This feels just so perfect!’
Cruelly, she loosened his head restraint enough for him to move slightly, just sufficient for his desperate movements to stimulate her even further.
‘Aren’t you pleased you’re my match made in heaven?’ she mockingly enquired. She rocked her bottom around on his face to add to his humiliation, arching her back at the delirious sensation engulfing her.
‘You’re mine forever,’ she managed to croak, twisting to smirk down at his bulging head encased in the skin-tight rubber panties..
His frantic movements were of utter panic and of a desperate striving for survival.
‘That’s… it… fight,’ she breathed, arching her back as the orgasm took hold. ‘Ohhh… this… is… good… Ohhh… yessss… This… is… good…’ She was almost chanting, her eyes folding back into the lids as wave after wave of exhilaration cascaded all over her.
His frantic struggles grew weaker and it would only be few seconds before he stopped moving that she reluctantly shifted enough for him to take in a small intake.
‘That was too much air,’ she chided, settling back down to submerge his face beneath her muscled but fleshy bottom.
‘Are you my perfect match?’ she asked, smirking down at him. The movements of his head, trapped hard against her posterior, caused her to snigger.
She wriggled, joggling herself on his squashed face. ‘You will admit it in the end,’ she laughed. ‘You’ll be begging for your face to be a permanant part of my bottom,’ she went on, grinning.
His body flapped and jerked weakly behind her in a vain attempt to escape his suffocation torment. There was absolutely nothing he could do to stop her. He was totally at her mercy.
Her hands massaged her breasts as another warm feeling began in her sexual regions, with tingling sensations vibrating her nerve endings. It was as though sensuous electrical sparks of pleasure were gradually building up inside her to reach a far off peak. Then, when her climax eventually came, it went on for a very long time.

[volupfan]

Thanks for the latest chapters suff! Your stories are great and Angelina and her friends are so exquisitely sadistic. Please keep them coming....

volupfan

[andyc2]

Nice work, thanks.
Not normally an arse man but the stories are very well written and I have thoroughly enjoyed them
Cheers

[cushion4u]

nice story love it keep it up an btw ..where did you find those great pics for the story ....

[crudwell]

A Brilliant piece of cheesy anus writing with a hint of oregano flavoured arse and a vinegary dab of musky femdom anal hairs....

[bottombob]

darn good,

[al-uk]

Now that McMERLIN has uploaded some great new pics in the Namio thread... perhaps they will inspire you for a new story?

Cheers Al

[crudwell]

Now that McMERLIN has uploaded some great new pics in the Namio thread... perhaps they will inspire you for a new story?

Cheers Al

Two japanese tourist assman midgets enter the country, get abducted by Angelina and Lavina .... and are subjected to a pot pourri of delectable eggs and sourcream buttcheese flavored buttjam and buttgrease with fullweight smother as they are sat on by these two dommes on a long train journey....A buttcheresque journey into pure analingus where the midgets are given the duty to be Angelina's and Lavina's 24/7 buttjam slaves..... whereupon their daily diet consists of arse jam, bottom sweat, butt lint, buttock chocs....... wooo hooo....

some Namio research with some agastia stuff thrown in ..... :bugeyes:

[al-uk]

Sorry Crudwell,
Nice try, but not in suffocated's league!!
Cheers Al

[crudwell]

Sorry Crudwell,
Nice try, but not in suffocated's league!!
Cheers Al

oh Alfredo ... I was just warming up !!!:evillaugh

[crudwell]

Please write more Suffocated One.... pretty please with a Jack Daniels filled chocholate with some creamy cum of one of your fav mistresses.....