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The Smother Stadium Part Two

Now only eleven of the 80 men remained in the queue. It was starting to look like some of them might still be alive when the gong goes. The rules state that any who are in mid-smother at the time of the gong, may continue with their smother until the male’s ultimate sweet surrender, the time of the final capitulation being crucial where two Glambabes have the same number of kills, and if there are any left in the queue at this time, they are to be awarded one to the winner, then, if there are any more, one to the second-placed girl, one to the third, … as a ‘victory lap’ celebration.

Handsome Stan the rodeo star and car salesman (swindler) was pleasantly surprised by the
sudden and unexpected kiss from a magnificently beautiful Glambabe. She had come to collect him. Looking forward to an encounter with such a vivacious and laughy chick, he was easily felled and soon he too was in his final throws of useless struggles.

Eventually Sophie got into the swing of things, but she never made it out of the bottom three in this event. She sat on another one’s face, a burglar, and her rear made passionate love to his bottomly compressed face. Other crooks would just walk along in silence sharing a burning passion for the beautiful Glambabes that were about to smother them. Bertram proved to be no match for Nicola’s ass, which was everything he had ever dreamed of in an all-devouring butt.

The crowd was chanting “give them ass, give them ass!” – they were well into the excitement and the heat of the moment now.

Obeying did not spare anyone’s life, but maybe won him a better start in the female-dominated after-life. They had no problem with that. Quite pleased with herself as she finished him off, she was soon done with the pilot-to-be gone bad, and onto her final victim of this game, a car radios snatcher.

In the final minute of the game, all the women were frantically working their butts, trying to finish one off and move onto to another. In the final 15 seconds, three more Glambabes managed to finish one off and go up for another. Two of them quickly snatched a male and went to work on them – it was little Rachel and the blonde bombshell Brittany, who were now joint leaders with Sarah-Jane; one of them, Suzy, had just run out of men with her name on but clinched 4th place; and two more males remained unclaimed when the gong sounded, and hence they were going to be victory laps for the top two finishers, which turned out to be Brittany and little Rachel in this event, mostly because of Sarah-Jane’s costly slip-off, which gave her final target costly extra minutes through one last breather.

When the final standings were read out, and the top two planted a victorious foot on their prizes’ faces, while the others planted a foot on their last victims’ already surrendered faces, the crowd cheered ALL the Glambabes well, and chanted “super babes, super babes” every chance they got and some chanted “that’s a good innings”.

Lovely curly ladies wearing black evening dresses were dragging the smothered out males out of the arena and over the edge of a nearby specially-made cliff. More and more defeated males were being chucked off the edge and were piling up underneath. Sophie was amazed at the huge heap of seemingly dead men (but surely most were merely unconscious) already, and the night was young yet.

Then the two victory-lap-boys were slowly and pleasurefully being smothered, kindly and mercifully given a couple of sit-up breaths before the final sit, in which all nine Glambabes were allowed to sit on the chests and legs of the prizes, while Brittany and Lil’ Rachel sat on their faces.

The crowd euphorically chanted “You go, girls!” and when it was over, the Glambabes’ own remix of the Spice Girls’ Classic Hit “ I really, really, REALLY wanna sit-a-sit-ah!” was played through the sound system, while all the bodies were taken away, to be turned into a variety of nifty uses, from gastronomic delicacies, to beauty products like skin cremes and shampoos, to stuffed sex toys and trophies for walls, to food for crocodiles who were being bred and raised for the women to eat when they were ready for the butchers.

But the loudest cheer of all so far, topping many a really big, loud cheer already so far, came when the ring announceress pointed out that there were still nine more events to come, adding how many more men still awaited smothering here tonight.

Next up was going to be the Team Grab and Capture, followed by the first half of the Punch & Stuff, then the timed Precision Smother. Then we were going to see the Crush, Wind & Log, followed by The Pageant. Then the MultiSit awaits, followed by the BBWs’ Megasit. The Juniors Girls’ Adventure would follow after that, then the Mattress Men and lastly, the Mass Elimination. So we were in for a lot of treats still to come.

In the Team Grab and Capture, four teams of four girls each were going to use their rodeo ropes to chase and catch as many of the 100 men as possible, with bonus points available for certain maneuvres, submissions and three-on-one positions. In the first half of the Punch & Stuff, the most horrible, dangerous and evil, least worthy of any proximity to girls’ asses men were simply to be turned into human punchbags, hanging well tied up first upside down from the arena roof, then the right way up and by their arms. Each girl and boy in this event was to have five punching opponents, with points given for severity, style control, grace and damage done, then these failed humans were to be stuffed into trash bins with only a leg and an arm exposed and beaten with sticks, then each was to be taken to the ladies restrooms and put through special head-inserts, where each was going to be covered with girly urine and poo until they were no more.

Then the timed Precision Smother, which was a test not only of beauty and style for the competing glambabes, but also of their abilities to guesstimate how long they have been sitting on their victims for. Each glambabe would have a 15 minute and a 20 minute smother boy, and the total combined end-of-smother to end of target time differences would be converted into points that helped decide the finishing order. There were so many events, and so much prize money went to the ‘other best placed Glambabes in each event that overall, after the whole evening, the winnings were going to be quite similar for all Glambabes.

In addition to the Glambabes, there were the ironfisted Honeybabes, who did quite well out of the Punch and Stuff and the Crush, Wind & Log in which all the GlamFemmes Fatales also took part, and which got rid of the worst of the crooks in a less dignified and more punitive manner. In the latter event, as the name suggests, the emphasis was more on its core elements, the crushing of testicles, the multiple passing of wind onto their humiliated victims’ faces, and their ultimate demise in the special head inserts of the ladies toilets.

In The Pageant, each male chooses his top five picks from among the girls during a lingerie catwalk show, and is guaranteed to get one of his picks, so the more often a girl is chosen, the better are her chances of scoring the most from her smothers, after all more men to smother means more points potential.

Then the MultiSit awaits, which will involve getting ALL the many birthday girls from the audience involved in a game of multiple girls sitting on each victim at the same time. A roll of the dice decides which woman sits on or gets off her victim for 60 seconds, and a ‘6’ means all bounce up and down in him. Then in the BBWs’ Megasit, the sheer size of the special SSBBW’s asses accounts for a very different style of event, with victims typically outweighed by four-to-one ratios by their kiss of death sweet surrender girls. The SmotherTeens ‘Girls’ Adventure’ would allow the younger ones to get some experience in, and its rules forced them to be conscious of their looks, style, control, elegance, technique and such elements, allowing all the basics to be practiced and refined (while at the same time taking a good load of crooks out).

Then in the Mattress Men game, men walk around with mattresses strapped to their backs, and women, including the Glambabes, the Honeybabes and the GlamFemmes-Fatales, fell them with splendid high kicks and in the ensuing smother sit, the mattress makes for a very comfortable kiss of death for all. A very popular event, accounting for over 200 sweet surrenders tonight, with the replays of the high kicks deciding most of the points. So we were in for A LOT of treats still to come.

And lastly, which was not due for over two more hours yet, given all the action that was about to unleash a lot of FemFury onto deserving convicts’ faces, the Mass Elimination, would unleash a further 340 men, and the full participation of all the women in the audience would mean that each man would have to endure dozens and dozens of sittings at the hands of the ordinary members of the viewing public before their final relief would come. When the music stops, the girls swap over seats, with sitters moving over to the next queue, the next few in the queue already allowed to stand on their victim’s body, awaiting their turn on his face, and the front one taking her seat of honour on his face. When the Spice Girls’ “I really really really wanna Sit-a-sit-Aaah!” comes on, whoever is lucky enough to be sitting on a man at the time gets to finish him off, and all the others in that queue get to pile up sitting on top of him too.

Young Carlos waited patiently for him to be led in by one of the cute attendants. It had been a long and difficult journey for the youth. He was a Hispanic, born and raised by an indifferent peasant family along the lake’s coast. His father was a brute that drank up the families small income, for which he had to be sentenced in court. His mother took to drink herself and left he and his 11 brothers and sisters to fend for themselves. Her only diversion from drinking was smothering. In one of her rages she smothered one of his younger brothers. It didn't seem to bother her in the slightest that she was smothering one of her own children.

One day a buyer came to town and young Carlos, along with two other brothers, was sold for a few loaves of bread. He remembers how happy and gleeful his mother was as she tucked the loaves under her arm and ran back to her dilapidated cottage. She was accompanied by a swarm of begging street urchins. Just as she entered the cottage she grabbed one of the boys and pulled him inside. So far nothing of young Carlos's life had been fun. His
only joy was to look out onto the vast expanse of the blue lake and imagine
himself as a brave sea captain rescuing beautiful women from evil pirates.

Now he faced a slow, painful death in the ass of some woman, and he longed for that ass. All of the prisoners were sullen and resigned to their fate. It was as if they were already dead and just their body hadn't gotten the message yet. After being fed a horrible tasting gruel they were loaded on a large cargo lorry. Being prisoners they were stuffed into the black cramped depths of stinking cargo unit. At least the gentle vibrations of the journey had had a soothing effect on him for he, as with most of the prisoners, and they soon arrived at the arena.

Carlos's mind went blank. When put in a position such as this, beaten down, unloved and forgotten by the world you turn inward. His young mind was virtually blank. All thoughts of escape were laughable. The prisoners were barely alive and defenseless. How could they overcome well armed and perfectly healthy BBW guards. He was jarred awake when the slavers opened the hatches. Bright sunlight, like a searing intense beam penetrated into their lair.

All chained together at the ankle, they slowly filled into the waiting cells. A big fat red-haired wabbly brute of a BBW looked them over one at a time. Every so often she would select a slave and one of her assistants would unchain the slave and make him stand in a separate group. Finally it came Carlos's turn. All she said was "This one goes in the next event" to his assistant and moved down the line. Carlos found himself separated from the main body of prisoners.

There were perhaps 50 of them chained together, separate from the rest. All of them were quite young and many of them small boys, obviously unfit for the life. Carlos didn't get his hopes up for the lot of prisoners was a very cruel one and any unspeakable fate could await. Much to his surprise they were loaded into a cozy living room area, furnished with comfortable settees. Much to Carlos's surprise it was clean. They were even fed a decent meal.

Hundreds of other young prisoners were already in the waiting cells. For the first time in his life he felt a spark of enthusiasm. Then he heard the word "Glambabe" whispered from slave to slave. "Glambabe" - he was to be smothered. His spirits soared. No slow death in the mines or a dog like existence in some dirty hot dry slave pen. The prisoners began to talk amongst themselves. They were all excited, elated in fact. True they would die, ah, but such a death for a young male. A slow sensual smother by beautiful women was not such an awful fate. They all were happily looking forward to it even more so since it would be performed by some golden haired American beauty.

After docking they were unchained and led in large groups to a bath. This was the first time young Carlos could ever remember such a warm relaxing bath. A stern matronly like women checked each boy to see if he was clean enough and many were sent back. After the bath attendants handed out new cloths. It was nothing more than a white cloth that went around their waist. Then they were fed and what a feast.

Carlos had never seen such a display of food. A long table covered with the most delicious food his mind could ever imagine stretched out before him. The young lads ate like wild animals and Carlos was no exception. They all knew this food and decent treatment would end in their smother but they welcomed it. It would be the crowning moment of a fantastic dream. A majestic smother would tie it all together into one beautiful package.

Carlos and several hundred companions were led through the clean and neat alleys of the arena. Prisoners being led to a Glambabe House was a normal everyday sight and the American citizens showed no interest in them at all. None of the lads were chained and there were occasions when a slave could have made a break for it. This was the furthest from their thoughts. They welcomed the sensual deadly embrace of the Glambabe.

The column stopped momentarily when a Wisconsian housewife indicated to the guards she and her two teenage daughters wanted to look over the lads and select victims. The women, though in her early 30's and their mid teens, were very beautiful. Her beauty was also enhanced by the fact she was wearing Victorias Secret underwear only. Both her daughters, also wearing this, had immaculate bodies any lad would gladly go under. She and her daughters briefly looked over the prisoners and made their selections. Then six one dollar notes changed hands. Carlos passed the door of the women's home when one of the boys, the women's captive, turned and smiled. He was obviously pleased to have been selected and was evidently looking forward to the smother.

The large group of prisoners was further broken down into groups of two to three hundred and led off either to the various Glambabe Houses throughout the city, or the waiting cells of the Smotherpalooza arena. Now and then, the column would be halted by an Illinois housewife or young maiden so she could select a victim for her smother. In most instances, the selected youth would turn and waive to his companions.