flengeuk
04-19-2007, 5:52 PM
Sorry about the delay, it took me some time to get these chapters the way I wanted them. I hope it is worth the wait.
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Part 18
Paul lay, as he had from the start, on his bed with his arms and legs secured firmly in place. He watched helpless as the beautiful blonde woman who until recently had been fully clothed but who was now completely naked came towards him. He saw the predatory smile on her face as she approached. Right now she wanted him, she needed him, and she was going to take him, right now.
Paul know that he was powerless to prevent her. He also knew that even if he was able to he didn’t want to stop her. He had asked just asked her to sit on his face, as 7 other women had already done. Each time one of them had sat upon him they had cut off his oxygen supply until he passed out. Some of them had smothered him unconscious more than once. On each occasion the only reason he had not died was that the woman sitting on him, had relented shortly after he passed out, but any one of them could have killed him, and would have done so, willingly, if they held the black chess piece. 7 times so far, he had survived due to sheer luck. Had his luck ran out?
Maybe this time luck wouldn’t even help him. He had asked Louise not only to sit on his face but also to do everything she can to ensure that he would die under her. She had even accepted his offer saying she would, if possible, smother him to death.
Paul hadn’t asked her to take off her clothes, she had decided to do that herself. He didn’t object. It was enough for him that his face would soon be covered by her, her womanly body, her feminine aroma, her warmth as his air supply is cut off once more. During the course of the evening he had increasingly enjoyed the experience of feeling these women sitting on his face. He had grown to want it, to crave it, need it, and now beg for it. Now he found the waiting unbearable. He longed for Louise, was desperate for her to settle herself upon his features as soon as possible, and he knew his wish was about to be fulfilled.
As Louise came to the bed Paul was laid upon, Louse Lifted her leg over him and knelt her knees on either side of his head, facing his face, her crotch just marginally above his face. “You asked for me” she said “and now I am delighted to oblige you, for now you have me, all of me, I have come to collect, and you may well find I am more woman than you can afford. Lights out!”
With this last remark, Paul felt Louise settle herself firmly upon him, and his nose slid into her pussy. With his nose covered by her naked backside his air was once again cut off in an instant and his world turned to darkness.
For a while Paul laid in complete silence, under Louise’s body, and he considered the course that his life had taken, a life that may be about to end under the stunningly beautiful woman who was now sitting on him, and he felt he probably deserved to die under her. He had been happy to be with Chloe for about a year before he met Louise, a highly attractive blonde woman who had also been interested in him. He had lost his judgement and any decency that he possessed when he started chasing Louise, and didn’t care that he was stringing his girlfriend along. He desperately wanted to have sex with Louise again and again, he was addicted to ‘that woman’s pussy’ and now this is what he had, in abundance.
Now Louise’s pussy was taking its revenge upon him, he was smothering in it, Louise’s crotch was depriving him of oxygen, and perhaps soon his very life. This thought really delighted the woman. Louise knew that Paul seemed over keen to have sex with her, but then she felt that is all most men ever seem to think about. Despite this he had come across as thoughtful and sensitive, and she had been genuinely fond of him. She had not known that Paul had a girlfriend, and that she was helping Paul to cheat on her. As soon as she found out, Louise was livid. She was a kind and caring woman, and she was not at all pleased to be ‘used’ in this way. “You wanted my pussy” she told him “now you have it, in abundance!”
Louise had now seen a completely different side to Paul, seen his true colours. She saw that he was in fact a thoughtless, insensitive, uncaring individual who cared nothing for the women in his life, as long as he could have his way with them. He hadn’t cared for her either, and now she didn’t care for him. He didn’t deserve her, he didn’t even deserve to live. When Chloe had contacted her, to tell her about this game she had thought of, where there was a high probability that Paul’s life would be terminated under the backside of one of a group of women, and that she could be one of them, she was only too pleased to be offered the chance.
Louise noted that Paul’s face was a very comfortable and satisfying seat, and loved the fact that he was smothering beneath her as she sat on him, she knew all she would have to do is wait, and Paul would die with his nose still buried in her naked crotch. That thought brought a smile to her face as she rubbed her hand through her silky smooth blonde hair as she considered the man rapidly losing consciousness beneath her. For some reason, simply smothering him wasn’t enough for her. She wanted more. For the last year he had used her for his own sick pleasure, and now she felt she should return the favour and do the same to him – her way.
Part 19
Spots were appearing before Paul’s eyes and he felt himself slipping into unconsciousness, a darkness from which he may never awaken. He welcomed it, and hoped in a way that he wouldn’t wake from it, but the moment never came. Louise shifted her weight slightly and allowed Paul to take a few gulps of life-giving oxygen.
“Paul, I have decided to give you a choice” Louise said to him “The first option is that I simply continue to smother you until you pass out, and quite possibly die under me, but there is an alternative. I now feel that in the year we were together you never once truly appreciated me. Now is the time for you to prove otherwise. Now I want to feel your appreciation, Your tongue Paul, use your tongue. You know what I mean. You have one chance Paul, only one. If you fail to convince me then we go back to the first option I mentioned. Of course eventually you will pass out and perhaps die anyway, but you will at least prove to me that you had at least one use. If you feel anything at all for me, that alone should convince you to do a good job. I am going to let you take another breath shortly, now is your one and only chance.”
At first Paul was annoyed that Louise would talk to him this way. Didn’t appreciate her? The number of times he had made love to her? Well he certainly didn’t now, or did he? A small part of him, the part that was actually disgusted about the way he had treated her, welcomed this opportunity (humiliating as it was) to do something to make her happy. When Louise shifted her position again to let him take a breath, he quickly extended his tongue and let it enter her. As he explored the inside of her body, and tasted her, Louise felt ripples of pure pleasure flow through her body. At times she settled back down to the business of smothering him, but at the moment she didn’t want him to pass out, so she let him breathe enough to keep him conscious, and aware of the important job his tongue was doing within her.
As Louise’s pleasure intensified she started rocking herself upon him, rubbing her pussy against him She was delighted with the work Paul was doing now, but she wanted him motivated, so she kept telling him to keep going, to keep up the pace with his tongue, and each time she did it amused her to slap him hard across the forehead.
Eventually his ministrations drove her over the edge, and lifting her body slightly (but not enough to let him remove his tongue) she climaxed repeatedly upon his face, and Paul found himself covered with as much, if not more cum than when Lucy had had her orgasm upon him earlier. “Very good Paul” Louise told him “unlike The Rolling Stones I can and did get enormous satisfaction from you, now remove your tongue so I can give you your reward, and don’t you dare like any of it up.”
Louise lifted up once more to let Paul put his tongue back in his mouth. “Close your mouth” she told him, slapping his forehead again, As soon as his mouth was closed, Louise settled her crotch over his nose again, feeling it resting in its familiar place within her, as she sat once more upon his face.
Paul once again found himself in darkness and without any air. Louse relaxed and laid her arms gently upon her lap as she felt Paul smothering once more beneath her. “You know, Paul” she said “at the time, even though I derived some pleasure from having sex with you, it is nothing compared to the enjoyment I got from your tongue just now, and the sheer bliss of pussy-smothering your worthless face. I told you that I am more woman than you can handle and I was right. You can’t resist me. Your life revolves around pleasing me. You felt you wanted to have sex with me for your own satisfaction, but really you wanted to satisfy me, like you did just now with your tongue. The only pleasure you would have got from that was the knowledge that you were pleasuring me, and yet you did it. That is the control I have over you, “
“Not just me, either.” Louise continues “I am not the only woman here you have asked to smother you. Why did you ask us? Ether you have a death-wish, or you want us to show you that you are subservient to us. If you have a death wish, then as I promised, I will do all I can to fulfil it. If you feel subservient to us, then you should. Right now I have total control over you. Because of me you are not allowed to breathe. Because of me you will pass out again soon, and under me you may very well smother to death. That is how much control I have. I don’t want you as a slave. I want you out of my life. If you do survive then neither one of us will ever acknowledge your existence again. Either way I am well rid of you.”
Right now he wasn’t rid of her though, right now she filled his every thought, With her legs together whist she sat on his face, no light could get through to him, yet her aroma, and her warm body weight were all he could feel right now. He wondered why she had chosen pussy-smothering as her method of sitting on him. Was it that he had violated her pussy too often and now it sought revenge by suffocating him? Was Louise remembering his desire to smother to death in a woman’s pussy and had decided to fulfil his greatest wish. Perhaps he would never know.
Louise had been smothering him non-stop for well over a minute and as he neared unconsciousness, Paul felt that perhaps he was subservient to her, and to all women, and that females truly are the dominant sex on this planet. He also realised that if any man thought differently, his face provided the perfect perch upon which women could sit and prove him wrong. His last thought was that he was pleased that Louise was now using him in this way, even if it cost him his life. Paul’s world then became one simply of sensation, he could no longer organise his feelings into rational thought. He was fading into unconsciousness, he once again saw spots appear before his eyes, then nothing at all. “Goodnight, Paul” was the last thing he heard her say.
Louise felt Paul’s movements cease and she knew he had faded into unconsciousness. She congratulated herself on a job well done, but she didn’t get off him. Instead she grabbed his wrist and felt for his pulse. It was still there, so she waited. In time his heartbeat grew faint, then stopped. “He’s dead” she declared to the others. Chloe asked her to show her the chess piece she carried. Louise picked it up off the bedside table and showed her. It was black.
Part 20
Louse relaxed and said to the others “I’m quite comfortable here, sitting on this stiff for the moment, I wonder what is on the TV right now. Chloe got up and switched the telly on. A film was just starting so they decided to stay and watch it through.
Two hours later, all the women decided that it was time to clear up and leave. Louise got off Paul, and taking her clothes to the bathroom, cleaned herself up and got dressed. Once she emerged, she took Paul’s dead body to the bathroom, and cleaned him up too – in the shower. Chloe stripped the bedding off the bed, and stuck it in a bag, and Hannah wiped fingerprints off all the surfaces. Rebecca had tied a rope around one of wooden beams in the ceiling. “Bring the body over here” she said. Paul noticed that both she and Chloe were now wearing rubber gloves.
Chloe dragged Paul’s carcass across towards the rope, under which stood a chair. She stood him on the chair and looped the rope over his neck, then kicked the chair out of the way, leaving Paul dangling from the rope. She then deposited the “suicide note” on the table. “There” she said “as far as anyone is concerned he hung himself, and anything else is impossible to prove.”
“You know something” Sophie said “I am disappointed that I never got a chance to smother him myself. I was really looking forward to it. If I could I would bring him back to life so I could smother him to death too.”
“What we need” Lucy stated “is some other worthless, pathetic male who has no right to live, then we can play the game with him, and then maybe Sophie would get her chance too.”
“Do you know of such a man?” Susan asked her “I really enjoyed sitting on this one, I’d be more than happy to do it again.”
“One of my work colleagues is always complaining about her husband” Lindsay replied “Says he is abusive and violent, hits her most nights. Maybe we should pay him a visit.”
“That sounds like a good idea” Sophie nodded “A wife-beater would make an excellent victim. I can’t stand men who harm their wives. We might even persuade this colleague of yours to join in. What is her name.”
“She is called Stephanie” Lindsay announced “a lovely girl, I’m sure you'd like her.”
“I’m sure I would. Lets go and pay her and this worthless husband a call – tomorrow though, it is getting late. Are we all going?”
They all nodded their agreement, and said they would meet up at Lindsay’s house at 6PM the next day, then go and pay the unhappy couple a visit.
With this, Rebecca, opened the door, and they all filed out of the room, taking the bag of bed-linen with them. As the door closed behind them, Paul’s body was left hanging from a rope in his darkened tomb.
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THE END
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Part 18
Paul lay, as he had from the start, on his bed with his arms and legs secured firmly in place. He watched helpless as the beautiful blonde woman who until recently had been fully clothed but who was now completely naked came towards him. He saw the predatory smile on her face as she approached. Right now she wanted him, she needed him, and she was going to take him, right now.
Paul know that he was powerless to prevent her. He also knew that even if he was able to he didn’t want to stop her. He had asked just asked her to sit on his face, as 7 other women had already done. Each time one of them had sat upon him they had cut off his oxygen supply until he passed out. Some of them had smothered him unconscious more than once. On each occasion the only reason he had not died was that the woman sitting on him, had relented shortly after he passed out, but any one of them could have killed him, and would have done so, willingly, if they held the black chess piece. 7 times so far, he had survived due to sheer luck. Had his luck ran out?
Maybe this time luck wouldn’t even help him. He had asked Louise not only to sit on his face but also to do everything she can to ensure that he would die under her. She had even accepted his offer saying she would, if possible, smother him to death.
Paul hadn’t asked her to take off her clothes, she had decided to do that herself. He didn’t object. It was enough for him that his face would soon be covered by her, her womanly body, her feminine aroma, her warmth as his air supply is cut off once more. During the course of the evening he had increasingly enjoyed the experience of feeling these women sitting on his face. He had grown to want it, to crave it, need it, and now beg for it. Now he found the waiting unbearable. He longed for Louise, was desperate for her to settle herself upon his features as soon as possible, and he knew his wish was about to be fulfilled.
As Louise came to the bed Paul was laid upon, Louse Lifted her leg over him and knelt her knees on either side of his head, facing his face, her crotch just marginally above his face. “You asked for me” she said “and now I am delighted to oblige you, for now you have me, all of me, I have come to collect, and you may well find I am more woman than you can afford. Lights out!”
With this last remark, Paul felt Louise settle herself firmly upon him, and his nose slid into her pussy. With his nose covered by her naked backside his air was once again cut off in an instant and his world turned to darkness.
For a while Paul laid in complete silence, under Louise’s body, and he considered the course that his life had taken, a life that may be about to end under the stunningly beautiful woman who was now sitting on him, and he felt he probably deserved to die under her. He had been happy to be with Chloe for about a year before he met Louise, a highly attractive blonde woman who had also been interested in him. He had lost his judgement and any decency that he possessed when he started chasing Louise, and didn’t care that he was stringing his girlfriend along. He desperately wanted to have sex with Louise again and again, he was addicted to ‘that woman’s pussy’ and now this is what he had, in abundance.
Now Louise’s pussy was taking its revenge upon him, he was smothering in it, Louise’s crotch was depriving him of oxygen, and perhaps soon his very life. This thought really delighted the woman. Louise knew that Paul seemed over keen to have sex with her, but then she felt that is all most men ever seem to think about. Despite this he had come across as thoughtful and sensitive, and she had been genuinely fond of him. She had not known that Paul had a girlfriend, and that she was helping Paul to cheat on her. As soon as she found out, Louise was livid. She was a kind and caring woman, and she was not at all pleased to be ‘used’ in this way. “You wanted my pussy” she told him “now you have it, in abundance!”
Louise had now seen a completely different side to Paul, seen his true colours. She saw that he was in fact a thoughtless, insensitive, uncaring individual who cared nothing for the women in his life, as long as he could have his way with them. He hadn’t cared for her either, and now she didn’t care for him. He didn’t deserve her, he didn’t even deserve to live. When Chloe had contacted her, to tell her about this game she had thought of, where there was a high probability that Paul’s life would be terminated under the backside of one of a group of women, and that she could be one of them, she was only too pleased to be offered the chance.
Louise noted that Paul’s face was a very comfortable and satisfying seat, and loved the fact that he was smothering beneath her as she sat on him, she knew all she would have to do is wait, and Paul would die with his nose still buried in her naked crotch. That thought brought a smile to her face as she rubbed her hand through her silky smooth blonde hair as she considered the man rapidly losing consciousness beneath her. For some reason, simply smothering him wasn’t enough for her. She wanted more. For the last year he had used her for his own sick pleasure, and now she felt she should return the favour and do the same to him – her way.
Part 19
Spots were appearing before Paul’s eyes and he felt himself slipping into unconsciousness, a darkness from which he may never awaken. He welcomed it, and hoped in a way that he wouldn’t wake from it, but the moment never came. Louise shifted her weight slightly and allowed Paul to take a few gulps of life-giving oxygen.
“Paul, I have decided to give you a choice” Louise said to him “The first option is that I simply continue to smother you until you pass out, and quite possibly die under me, but there is an alternative. I now feel that in the year we were together you never once truly appreciated me. Now is the time for you to prove otherwise. Now I want to feel your appreciation, Your tongue Paul, use your tongue. You know what I mean. You have one chance Paul, only one. If you fail to convince me then we go back to the first option I mentioned. Of course eventually you will pass out and perhaps die anyway, but you will at least prove to me that you had at least one use. If you feel anything at all for me, that alone should convince you to do a good job. I am going to let you take another breath shortly, now is your one and only chance.”
At first Paul was annoyed that Louise would talk to him this way. Didn’t appreciate her? The number of times he had made love to her? Well he certainly didn’t now, or did he? A small part of him, the part that was actually disgusted about the way he had treated her, welcomed this opportunity (humiliating as it was) to do something to make her happy. When Louise shifted her position again to let him take a breath, he quickly extended his tongue and let it enter her. As he explored the inside of her body, and tasted her, Louise felt ripples of pure pleasure flow through her body. At times she settled back down to the business of smothering him, but at the moment she didn’t want him to pass out, so she let him breathe enough to keep him conscious, and aware of the important job his tongue was doing within her.
As Louise’s pleasure intensified she started rocking herself upon him, rubbing her pussy against him She was delighted with the work Paul was doing now, but she wanted him motivated, so she kept telling him to keep going, to keep up the pace with his tongue, and each time she did it amused her to slap him hard across the forehead.
Eventually his ministrations drove her over the edge, and lifting her body slightly (but not enough to let him remove his tongue) she climaxed repeatedly upon his face, and Paul found himself covered with as much, if not more cum than when Lucy had had her orgasm upon him earlier. “Very good Paul” Louise told him “unlike The Rolling Stones I can and did get enormous satisfaction from you, now remove your tongue so I can give you your reward, and don’t you dare like any of it up.”
Louise lifted up once more to let Paul put his tongue back in his mouth. “Close your mouth” she told him, slapping his forehead again, As soon as his mouth was closed, Louise settled her crotch over his nose again, feeling it resting in its familiar place within her, as she sat once more upon his face.
Paul once again found himself in darkness and without any air. Louse relaxed and laid her arms gently upon her lap as she felt Paul smothering once more beneath her. “You know, Paul” she said “at the time, even though I derived some pleasure from having sex with you, it is nothing compared to the enjoyment I got from your tongue just now, and the sheer bliss of pussy-smothering your worthless face. I told you that I am more woman than you can handle and I was right. You can’t resist me. Your life revolves around pleasing me. You felt you wanted to have sex with me for your own satisfaction, but really you wanted to satisfy me, like you did just now with your tongue. The only pleasure you would have got from that was the knowledge that you were pleasuring me, and yet you did it. That is the control I have over you, “
“Not just me, either.” Louise continues “I am not the only woman here you have asked to smother you. Why did you ask us? Ether you have a death-wish, or you want us to show you that you are subservient to us. If you have a death wish, then as I promised, I will do all I can to fulfil it. If you feel subservient to us, then you should. Right now I have total control over you. Because of me you are not allowed to breathe. Because of me you will pass out again soon, and under me you may very well smother to death. That is how much control I have. I don’t want you as a slave. I want you out of my life. If you do survive then neither one of us will ever acknowledge your existence again. Either way I am well rid of you.”
Right now he wasn’t rid of her though, right now she filled his every thought, With her legs together whist she sat on his face, no light could get through to him, yet her aroma, and her warm body weight were all he could feel right now. He wondered why she had chosen pussy-smothering as her method of sitting on him. Was it that he had violated her pussy too often and now it sought revenge by suffocating him? Was Louise remembering his desire to smother to death in a woman’s pussy and had decided to fulfil his greatest wish. Perhaps he would never know.
Louise had been smothering him non-stop for well over a minute and as he neared unconsciousness, Paul felt that perhaps he was subservient to her, and to all women, and that females truly are the dominant sex on this planet. He also realised that if any man thought differently, his face provided the perfect perch upon which women could sit and prove him wrong. His last thought was that he was pleased that Louise was now using him in this way, even if it cost him his life. Paul’s world then became one simply of sensation, he could no longer organise his feelings into rational thought. He was fading into unconsciousness, he once again saw spots appear before his eyes, then nothing at all. “Goodnight, Paul” was the last thing he heard her say.
Louise felt Paul’s movements cease and she knew he had faded into unconsciousness. She congratulated herself on a job well done, but she didn’t get off him. Instead she grabbed his wrist and felt for his pulse. It was still there, so she waited. In time his heartbeat grew faint, then stopped. “He’s dead” she declared to the others. Chloe asked her to show her the chess piece she carried. Louise picked it up off the bedside table and showed her. It was black.
Part 20
Louse relaxed and said to the others “I’m quite comfortable here, sitting on this stiff for the moment, I wonder what is on the TV right now. Chloe got up and switched the telly on. A film was just starting so they decided to stay and watch it through.
Two hours later, all the women decided that it was time to clear up and leave. Louise got off Paul, and taking her clothes to the bathroom, cleaned herself up and got dressed. Once she emerged, she took Paul’s dead body to the bathroom, and cleaned him up too – in the shower. Chloe stripped the bedding off the bed, and stuck it in a bag, and Hannah wiped fingerprints off all the surfaces. Rebecca had tied a rope around one of wooden beams in the ceiling. “Bring the body over here” she said. Paul noticed that both she and Chloe were now wearing rubber gloves.
Chloe dragged Paul’s carcass across towards the rope, under which stood a chair. She stood him on the chair and looped the rope over his neck, then kicked the chair out of the way, leaving Paul dangling from the rope. She then deposited the “suicide note” on the table. “There” she said “as far as anyone is concerned he hung himself, and anything else is impossible to prove.”
“You know something” Sophie said “I am disappointed that I never got a chance to smother him myself. I was really looking forward to it. If I could I would bring him back to life so I could smother him to death too.”
“What we need” Lucy stated “is some other worthless, pathetic male who has no right to live, then we can play the game with him, and then maybe Sophie would get her chance too.”
“Do you know of such a man?” Susan asked her “I really enjoyed sitting on this one, I’d be more than happy to do it again.”
“One of my work colleagues is always complaining about her husband” Lindsay replied “Says he is abusive and violent, hits her most nights. Maybe we should pay him a visit.”
“That sounds like a good idea” Sophie nodded “A wife-beater would make an excellent victim. I can’t stand men who harm their wives. We might even persuade this colleague of yours to join in. What is her name.”
“She is called Stephanie” Lindsay announced “a lovely girl, I’m sure you'd like her.”
“I’m sure I would. Lets go and pay her and this worthless husband a call – tomorrow though, it is getting late. Are we all going?”
They all nodded their agreement, and said they would meet up at Lindsay’s house at 6PM the next day, then go and pay the unhappy couple a visit.
With this, Rebecca, opened the door, and they all filed out of the room, taking the bag of bed-linen with them. As the door closed behind them, Paul’s body was left hanging from a rope in his darkened tomb.
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THE END