The Empress

[Durango24]

Based off the input of my other stories, I have a feeling the majority of people on the forum aren't into fatal facesitting stories. So, this one takes a different approach. Hope you enjoy. :)

"He's dead. I am sorry."

The young woman stood. Her long gown fell down apon the very ground the man kneeled upon. She said nothing
for a moment and merely gazed down at him, reflecting. Then, she spoke with a tone that never lost her confident
and determined, yet smooth, female voice.

"Was it the Tsu-Sung Rebels?"

"Yes, Empress." he replied quickly. "He was the last man we had alive from the entire village of Huntiu."

She raised her hand weakly into the air for a brief moment as she sat down on her throne. For a moment, she allowed the man to kneel at her feet and said nothing, leaving him in suspense. This was not unintentional. For her next choice of words, she needed him to feel threatened.

"Admiral."

"Yes, Empress?"

"I want Yen found. This rebellion must be destroyed before it spreads across my empire. Up the reward for his capture and scatter our forces throughout the nation to capture him. When he is found, slaughter whoever he is with but bring him to me unharmed."

"Yes, Empress."

"And Admiral... I'm giving you two days. If he's not found by then, I will see to it that it is you who suffers the consequence. Be Gone."

It was the year 1650. China. To the South, a rebellion had eruped by a group named Tsu-Sung. Their purpose was simple. Remove the Empress from power and put a new leader in charge. Preferably, the groups leader, Yen. Empress Katsumi knew of Yen but had never met the man.Two things about him, however, stuck out as the most relavent. One was that he was the only man with the gaul to challenge her power after she took over after her husbands death. Yen, a former General, felt he should've been given control of the nation after his death. Instead, Empress Katsumi blamed him for the death of her husband and caused him to flee into exile. Other than this, she also knew the horrific stories of him and his men slaughtering men and brutally raping the women in the Chinese cities they stormed. As terrible as it was, however, the Empress was grateful nobody survived these town raids long enough to tell anyone outside her military about them. If they had, she feared that her citizens may view her as a bad leader for failing to protect them and side with Yen. His sixth raid now concluded, she knew time was running out. Yen had to be taken out quietly and quickly.

Since she relied primarily on her former husbands military to do her dirty work, she took the liberty of working out her own strategies. In this case she felt that threatening her Admiral was the best way to get the job taken care of.

The Empress had just lay down on her bed when a knock on the door came less than a day later. She answered her door wearing a silk, short dress with her long black hair let down to her mid backside. The young girls brown eyes narrowed down upon the Admiral.

"Yes?" she said, her voice filled with disinterest in seeing him.

"Yen has been captured, Empress. We have him in custody."

"What of his forces?"

"We outnumbered them three to one, Empress. Not one of them survived."

[Durango24]

"You are sure?"

"Yes, Empress. Just Yen is alive."

The young girl grinned.

"Admiral. I want his ankles and arms cuffed tightly. From there, bring him to my room. Then, clear out the palace until the meeting tomorrow."

He didn't dare question her. He merely gave her a polite bow before backing up and heading off down the hallway.

The Empress returned to her room and reached between her legs, sliding off her undergarment and kicking it to the side. She knew Yen wasn't going to give her what she wanted. She didn't care. After her husbands death, her sexual deprivation had lasted for almost two years. During that time, however, she prepared other methods for the capture of enemies that would work to give her pleasure and increase her power.

She let her dress fall back over her thighs, allowing her to appear casual.

Something suddenly crashed into her floor with a thump. Tossed carelessly into the room, face down, was Yen. He was a skinny man with short black hair. The type that seemed powerful when around his friends but cowardly when alone. She felt his fear as she stood up, towering over him. She loved it. He tried to stand but the shackles weighed him down and disoriented his balance, causing him to fall over.

"Hi there." she said, her tone demeaning.

He growled up at her, cursing under his breath.

She nudged her bare foot under his side and rolled him on to his back. Then, she crouched down over his face, exposing her nude pussy to him. His face was filled with shock and terror. This Empress, a supposedly noble figure, exposing such a private part to him. He scowled at her disrespect but she knew it was just a cover for his obvious fear. In her hand, she held a tight rubber binding with a strap on the back for tightening. With one hand, she effortlessly grabbed his ear and forced him to pull his head up towards her, leaving his face two inches from her cunt.

"How's it smell?" she said, grinning. With her free hand, she strapped the binding around his face.

He just groaned as she used his ear to hold his head up, unable to stop her.

When she released, his mouth was gagged and he couldn't breath out anything but his nose. Just the way she wanted him.

"No more talking, seat."

"Mmppff!?" he cried.

"You're my slave seat now. Is this a problem?"

His eyes showed his obvious terror and confusion, now merging into one emotion that just filled her with even more joy.

"Tomorrow, you will recieve your first sitting while I meet with the King of Persia."

She stood up and grabbed him by the cuffs which connected both arms, dragging him out of the room and to her bed. It became obvious to him that she longed to torture people in the way he was being admitted to. His body was shoved into a small compartment under her bed that he barely fit into. There was only one place for air and it was just big enough for his face to fit into. However, when he did this, she locked him in this position and his upturned face now became a part of her lower bed. Katsumi lay down, taking her time as she positioned her ass over his nose and mouth. She let her smooth, round orbs hover over his face for a minute, letting him take in what he couldn't stop.

"Well, I'm tired. Get comfortable in my asshole, seat. You're going to be seeing alot more of it. If you want to be a really good boy, start licking it for me. Maybe I'll cum on your face."

He muffled up a plea for her not to, but she ignored him and dropped her ass down on his nose, pushing it into her asshole.

"Ahh."

He tried to struggle and move his face but it was no use. She pulled the covers over her body and sighed contently.

"Goodnight, seat." she said, knowing he couldn't respond to her.

[Durango24]

That night, he was subject to breathing in her ass as she slept. Occasionally, she'd turn over and he'd have her cunt on his face. Exausted from the earlier battle and now his struggle with the Empress, he tried not to pass out. After about two hours, though, she pulled his head up with her thighs and rammed his face into her cunt as she slept. Unknowingly, she crossed her legs tightly and cut off his air supply. His face crushed by her pussy and strong legs, he had no choice but to finally slip unconscious.

When he woke up, his body was still confined to a lockbox. Only, he wasn't in her bed anymore. Now, he found himself looking at the back of a chair. As he came to, he realized this was no ordinary chair. No, this was her throne! He had been fastened into the seat and once again couldn't move his face from the upright position she had it in. He heard voices approaching and failed to yell for help. His mouth was still gagged. Above him, the Empress appeared, paying no attention to him. She was wearing a similar dress to the one she had wore the night before. Her thighs quickly descended over and around his face and his nose pushed into her pussy as she adjusted on it, making sure it went deep so he could only
breath her in. When she had him wedged in tightly, she stopped moving for the most part and began speaking to what appeared to be, as she had said, the Persian King. She sat on his nose for almost two hours, occasionally shifting to allow him short breaths of air through his nose. Every now and then, she'd cross her legs and cause him to be pushed in further with virtually no air.

She was getting hotter by the second having him helplessly sniffing her cunt. Yet, she contained herself with professionalism as she continued conversation on international topics with the king, who was unaware of the man beneath her. Every so often, she'd reposition herself and in the process, nudge his nose against her clitoris to keep her horny. When she got a chance, she was going to cum whether he liked it or not.

After three hours, she lifted slightly and light appeared. She lifted her dress back and opened her thighs, looking down at him. Her face was slightly perspirated and she seemed tense. Her eyes were glazed over with an untamed glare, almost saying without words what she was going to do.
He noticed her finger slide down infront of his face and quickly start rubbing her clitoris. He could do nothing. Say nothing. He tried to muffle a cry for her to stop and she responded with a hard punch to his cheek, shutting him up. She carried on and moaned as in a rush to finish. As her finger increased its pace, moving in circles on her burning wet clit, she suddenly stopped and rode his face to climax, covering his face with her hot juices. She sat for a moment, letting them drip out on to his face as she moaned lightly.

Suddenly, she pulled her dress back down and moved up, dropping her soaked cunt on his nose and mouth hard. The King had returned and his footsteps could be heard approaching in the distance.

"Only three more hours, seat." she whispered, crossing her legs. She smiled. The King smiled back, sitting down across from her with a drink now in hand. He never suspected anything. He took a sip before resuming talks with her.

Katsumi used her new seat for every meeting, dinner, leiusure, and bed after that. Nobody ever knew what happened to him. Just the petrified, devoted members of her army who knew after his capture, he vanished.

She was a young and single Empress of a powerful nation. A nation which had survived a rebellion without the majority of its people knowing.
The rebellious leader, forever doomed to spend the rest of his life sniffing and licking the ass and pussy of the leader he failed to defeat... Empress Katsumi.

[seat4women]

Thanks for that. A good story, I love the idea of my face being a woman's seat.

[ER48080]

That would be all time fantasy, I would pay anything to have that be true for a week being a seat and no one knowing, any price would be worth it. The bigger the butt the better.

slave eddie

:pbbbbblt:

[honeryx]

the ending seems rather abrupt. perhaps rather than telling us what he was used for, u can describe her leisure, meetings and bed, and the conclude that it continued?

[Moonboy]

Fantastic story that pushed my buttons. Captured and doomed to be the seat of his arch-enemy.

[cesar]

I love it, more please!

[LV2GDWN]

Excuse me while I go clean up, DAMN!!:pbbbbblt:

[Sauur]

First let me say... GREAT STORY!

Secondly - I have a feeling the majority of people on the forum aren't into fatal facesitting stories.

I can't speak for anyone else, but I LOVE fatal stories, so please post! :)

[Moonboy]

"Based off the input of my other stories, I have a feeling the majority of people on the forum aren't into fatal facesitting stories. So, this one takes a different approach. Hope you enjoy."

I think you are making an assumption based on one story. I've read stories where a guy who deserved it was facesat to death and I loved it. I've read stories where a guy who didn't deserve it was facesat to death and the story didn't even try to imply that he deserved it. I loved it. I personally just thought that in one particular story, it was implied that the guy did deserve it but the facts didn't support that. If you actually look at the history of this forum, stories where the guy is suffocated to death get a lot of positive responses. I even liked the one story you are referring to. I just didn't agree the guy was shown to deserve it. But hey, crazy women with an intense desire for revenge works too.

[Frank]

Awesome story..... I'm not really into the death scenario. I rather a good unwilling facesit, just like this one.... keep it up......

[Durango24]

"Based off the input of my other stories, I have a feeling the majority of people on the forum aren't into fatal facesitting stories. So, this one takes a different approach. Hope you enjoy."

I think you are making an assumption based on one story. I've read stories where a guy who deserved it was facesat to death and I loved it. I've read stories where a guy who didn't deserve it was facesat to death and the story didn't even try to imply that he deserved it. I loved it. I personally just thought that in one particular story, it was implied that the guy did deserve it but the facts didn't support that. If you actually look at the history of this forum, stories where the guy is suffocated to death get a lot of positive responses. I even liked the one story you are referring to. I just didn't agree the guy was shown to deserve it. But hey, crazy women with an intense desire for revenge works too.

Thanks for replying to this part, Moonboy. As you probably know, the majority of my stories are along the lines of the guy getting killed at the end. And, in comparison with other stories I've seen posted on the forum, my stories rarely get the same views or the same amount of feedback. I know you post stories as well and I'm sure you understand the importance of getting comments on what you've written. It's a valuable process to improve your writing, communicate with other members, and see what worked and what didn't. Granted, the reason for the comment comparison could be a variety of factors that don't involve my usual theme and I've taken that into the account. (aka, the name of the thread) However, if you look at the comments on my past stories, some users even directly said that they don't enjoy the theme of the guy dying at the end. So, taking this into account, I went forth with this story as a challenge and an experiment to see if there was a comment difference.

Fortunately, I actually enjoyed this story as much as my fatal smother stories. So, what I post in the future could be one or the other, or even both in one. For now, however, Thanks for the feedback. It's much appreciated. :matey:

[Moonboy]

I understand what you're saying. One of the reasons I write a lot of stories for this forum is that I get a fair number of responses. On some forums, I get nothing. I think in general, most people don't post responses to stories. I don't know why, especially when a story has taken thousands of hits. I tend to drift away from forums where I get hardly any responses.

Thanks for replying to this part, Moonboy. As you probably know, the majority of my stories are along the lines of the guy getting killed at the end. And, in comparison with other stories I've seen posted on the forum, my stories rarely get the same views or the same amount of feedback. I know you post stories as well and I'm sure you understand the importance of getting comments on what you've written. It's a valuable process to improve your writing, communicate with other members, and see what worked and what didn't. Granted, the reason for the comment comparison could be a variety of factors that don't involve my usual theme and I've taken that into the account. (aka, the name of the thread) However, if you look at the comments on my past stories, some users even directly said that they don't enjoy the theme of the guy dying at the end. So, taking this into account, I went forth with this story as a challenge and an experiment to see if there was a comment difference.

Fortunately, I actually enjoyed this story as much as my fatal smother stories. So, what I post in the future could be one or the other, or even both in one. For now, however, Thanks for the feedback. It's much appreciated. :matey:

[Assaholic]

Durango,

I usually do not comment on many facesitting stories but I have read and enjoyed many of your facesitting stories over the years, well before there was a special facesitting story section. The first two stories I recall years ago involved a soldier in Iraq and another involved a group of high school girls that smothered four boys at various times and using various means. At any rate, in my opinion, your stories are getting even better. Thank you very much for the hard work and immense creativity that goes into your contributions.

[Durango24]

I understand what you're saying. One of the reasons I write a lot of stories for this forum is that I get a fair number of responses. On some forums, I get nothing. I think in general, most people don't post responses to stories. I don't know why, especially when a story has taken thousands of hits. I tend to drift away from forums where I get hardly any responses.

I've noticed countless threads on this forum where the views are up in the thousands and there's maybe ten responses, if that. I think too many people come through this website, read the material, and don't bother to acknowledge the user who posted it. This is moreso the case with the pictures people like, say, Sinbad, post. He's taking the time out of his day to sort through his favorite pictures and throw them up there for us to enjoy and, while he does get many responses, it's never close to the amount of people who actually viewed the thread.

However, I'm not complaining about the responses I recieve. I am very happy with what I get because, like you said, most people don't reply and I understand that. So, I'm going to keep posting my stories and, for the people who do want to leave comments, they are always appreciated. For those who don't, I can only hope that you've enjoyed what you read. :)

[ibeboo]

I'm guilty on all charges....I've enjoyed a huge number of stories in this forum and it appears I haven't taken the time or effort to express my gratitude.

A number of times I've replied with "Great story keep it up" etc.. Don't get me wrong I truly mean what I've written, but when I come in and say the same thing over and over, it feels like it's almost worse giving the "canned praise" phrases.
Writing and grammer are not my strong suits, I admire those who can express themselves as well as they do, and I can only guess at the amount of time and effort that goes into developing most of the stories I've read in this forum, but often the more I try and express myself, the less clear I come across. (This is an example I guess). I'm always re-reading and changing the things I write in these replys. My point is, I imagine there's a lot of people who read these stories without giving the feedback to the authors, not because they're not appreciative, but because it requires us to come out of our comfort zone and use a medium we're not especially good at. I'm going to try and start leaving feedback more often and try and be more descriptive in my appreciation. Thanks to all the authors who've stories I read and enjoyed. Please keep it up, even if we don't say it as much as we should, your time and effort is greatly appreciated and enjoyed. Ibeboo

[honeryx]

I don't always respond myself but i always appreciate seems like a waste to respond with the same thing as 5 others saying good work keep it up etc. Right now i think you and moonboy put out the most, and do great work, and should both keep it up!

[honeryx]

bumping this great story

[Logan]

I don't know how I missed this one but what a great story keep up the good work

[Durango24]

Many thanks for the kind words. <3

[Kakhaber84]

excellent story durango but i would like you keep on snuff thing