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SmotherGames

(Part 1 from 6)

Sophie’s has a soothing bath. The huge heated public baths were free and open to both sexes. Sophie noticed attendants positioned around the springs to hand out towels to bathers. No one glared at her body when Sophie removed her clothes. If anyone looked at her, it could result in a punishment for one of the men, even if it was a woman that did the looking. If anyone DID look at her, it was because of her long red hair, which labelled her as fiery & interesting. To her right some children were romping and having great fun splashing in the warm water. The boys were noticeably reluctant to splash the little girls back. There was something stopping them from retaliating. To her left were two young women about Sophie's age - twins.

“Hi" One of the twins said to Sophie. Sophie then exchanged pleasantries and small
talk with them. The twin's names were Samantha and Amber. Both were tall blondes with long sexy legs. They kept their long blonde hair tied up and piled high which added to their height. Sophie immediately took a liking to these blonde beauties (who were professional ‘Glambabes’) and soon they were laughing and joking with Sophie like best friends.

.. One thing led to another, and after a successful audition, Sophie was now driving to a Smothering Arena in Nebraska. Today it was hosting a number of celebratory smothering games. It was the last major smothering event in the region before next week’s Smotherpalooza.

There were nine specially selected beautiful women and girls, their status was known as ‘Glambabes’, they were by far the highest & most appreciated people in the society. They
eliminated unfit males, the ones who had proven that they were not capable of living by society’s strict rules, as offerings to their feminist interpretation of God. The victims were, at least in the arenas Sophie had been to, sometimes wrestled down, and ALWAYS sat on and slowly smothered.

Kansas didn't have Smothering arenas, but it DID contribute a decent contingent of a hundred convicts from their prison system that could be smothered here tonight, for the enjoyment of the spectators, the sponsors (mostly feminine hygiene, hair & make-up manufacturers, insurers and magazines), the media, and the participants, as did North Dakota (87), Colorado (104), Missouri (46), Alabama (27 – they had many more that were ready for smothering, butmost of those went to more local events) and Montana (100), making 464 men available for tonight’s little lip-wettener / warm up event for next week’s Smotherpalooza, which has Denver’s biggest stadium fully sold out already.

Sitting on and smothering young males was an accepted part of everyday life in the cultures of these states in the 2070s – it was not quite the same in some of the coastal break-away republics, but here even petty criminal girls still ranked higher in SO many ways than did the males, for example in voting rights & in the weighting of their words in court. Many women and girls, even Sophie, had partaken of this delicious pastime, but never before in a professional capacity. But now that Revlon had selected her in a beauty pageant, Sophie would become one of the nine ladies sitting with grace on the young males’ fortunate faces until they perished tonight.

Seven of the ladies at tonight’s event were experienced Glambabes – this means they smothered slaves for a living, and had special triumphal powers in court and in the State Congresses too, two of which were the Twins. Because they offered constant sacrifices to the Woman God, they were revered throughout the American society. It was perceived to be an ancient tradition to have Glambabes, and such positions were eagerly sought after by all young women. The other two tonight were going to be newbies, Sophie was one of them, and she was a little nervous about it, because of all the attention and admiration she was about to get for her elegant style.

The convicts, for that part, were ecstatic to be selected. They would be taken out of their miserable prison surroundings, relieved of their long, painful wait on death row, cleaned, groomed, given good hot meals and slowly smothered in a hail of glory in front of thousands of adoring fans, one by one, and generally by one of the three beautiful women they had chosen as being the prettiest and most desirable among the Glambabe Smotherers. What a majestic and beautiful death they faced! Much better than some lonely death slowly and painfully coughing out your lungs in ill health in a dark, gloomy cell.

True, the prison wardenesses would frequently and easily put a sword through the chest of an unfit convict, especially when they had had “enough” but, being a superstitious lot, they preferred to turn nearly all of these crooks who had been found guilty by Judges Trudy & Lori or their counterparts, over to the Smothering Stadiums as a sacrifice to Woman God. Also, the Young of any politician, coach or military leader that fell from power would have their sons turned over to the Stadiums. Sophie didn't hesitate but immediately agreed. She knew she was going to LOVE being a Glambabe in action, and pleasing all those adoring girly fans.

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Event 1: “The One-On-One Freestlye”

A tall middle-aged women was hunched over a young victim with her back to the
Glambabes’ entrance in a straddle smother. Sophie couldn't help but notice the heaving chest of the adolescent male. Though obviously desperate for air he lay still, accepting his fate. Like her, the women kept up a steady pumping hip grinding on him and the others.

Only four Glambabes were clothed in more than just lingerie, swimwear or underwear. They wore very short pure white skirts that barely covered all their "charms". Intricate brocades of golden thread in patterns were woven into these loose fitting skirts. In today's world, their clothes resembled an abbreviated tennis dress embossed with beautiful golden designs. Sophie was determined to buy an equally striking skirt for next time, so more of the men would choose her, and she would do better and win more.

One of the twins whispered to Sophie that this constant pumping, besides feeling
really good, would put the victim in a drowsy, dream-like state and make the
kill go that much easier. Suddenly the woman, she was called Victoria, tossed her head back and sighed deeply. Sophie was experienced enough in the ways of the world to know what
"that" was all about. The victim gave one short violent twitch then lay still.
The woman stayed on him for a minute or two longer then stood up, to a massive round of applause and cheers from the sex-starved fans.

A timid and overworked young stadium assistant girl led three young males out into the arena. Two of these victims were frightened, but otherwise seemed pleased when they looked over to Sophie and the twins. One handsome brown haired lad lay down almost at Sophie's
feet. The two other captives quickly did the same and lay at the feet of the
twins. It was going to be a bit of a wait for Sophie’s little admirer – he was going to get a chance to admire her from that angle for a little while before she would move into position.

Rachel turned to Sophie and stated simply "I hope you enjoy the experience as much as I will". Rachel, a fairly short 19-year-old, softly and delicate-looking brunette experienced Glambabe carefully removed her new skirt then kneeled high on her victims shoulders with his handsome face framed between her perfectly formed thighs. She spread her legs wide, put a hand atop his head then slid over him pressing his nose deep inside her.

Slowly she began pumping down hard on him, working his nose around inside her. It all
felt so delicious, the bonding of their two bodies as one. It was like a warm sensual bath. Then she felt the rising tide of an orgasm swelling up in her. Like a huge wave in a violent storm it shook them both. For a second, just a second, she felt his soul and hers united. It was a majestic and emotional bonding, two souls entwined as one, locked tightly together, the one kissing something truly magnificent. Sophie savoured the moment for as long as she could and the crowd gave a loud roar & cheered for her – she was certainly going to get bonus points for this visibly obvious mega-intense-orgasm she got! Then the intensity passed and she felt her young captive go limp. The kill had taken twenty minutes but it seemed like only a few minutes had transpired, and with so little fight, it felt like she was left with only a small share of what she needed.

Both twins were pleased with Samantha's smothering abilities and no doubt were
going to pass their skills on to their daughters once they were born. Women this feminine NEVER had sons in this day and age. Victim after victim, in quick succession, succumb to the awesome hip actions of all nine very talented and super-sexy young women. Something primitive and sensual had now been awoken in Sophie. This deeply repressed female craving for smothering had at last matured. Sophie knew that no matter where life took her with its various twists and turns, she would from now on always be fixated on and dedicated to smothering.

Perhaps it was an addiction, who knows, all Sophie now cared about was getting more victims, keeping their nose pressed deep into her body, allowing them to make the ultimate sacrifice in appreciation of her skin, her curves and her femininity. The twins knew for they, as with the other women and girls of the team, were also addicted to this most intimate and pleasing profession. For new Glambabe Angelina, last week had been her first day "on the job" so to speak, and she had smothered 23 victims, with such eroticism and seductive glamour that she was given a number of rewards and recognitions, an amazing feat for a first-timer, truly prize-worthy.

Sophie returned from her walk to the ladies room mirror, with eye lashes like the supermodels in the adverts have, and having used the universally widespread wee-on-live-boy cubicle, to find that now the other Twin, with long blonde hair covering her shoulders and sometimes one eye, a large, soft round butt, and lips and eye lashes that said “goddess”, stretched out atop a victim in a "69" smothering position.

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