"Will the defendant please rise?" The court became silent, attentive to the
front of the room, looking at me as I stood. I was guilty. I knew it, the court
knew and now I waited for the sentence. "Please let it be imprisonment!" I
thought silently. There was always a chance at parole or something. "You have
been found guilty of treason, a most serious crime," the judge said, looking
down at me over his glasses. "You are hereby sentenced to two years of service
in the Pits." The hammer pounded down in time with my sinking heart. It was
exactly what I had hoped to avoid! Few, if any, sentenced to the Pits ever
survived. I had never heard of any lasting more than a few matches! I felt a
rush of hatred for the system as I was led away, listening to the cheering of
the courtroom attendees. They always needed more players, and the Pits brought
in so much revenue, pressure was stiff in the legal system to provide more
players. No more problems with overcrowded prisons, no sir. They took me to a
cell, the guard giving me a smile as he left. He would probably be watching my
match (matches?) along with the other 50 million viewers. Nobody missed the Pit,
or the Mud Pit, as it was actually called. Every night at 7:00. Great, I was
going prime time for the system's entertainment. Treason. Shit, all I'd done was
speak out against the brutality of what we had degraded to. After all, no one
needed to work anymore, all needs were attended to. But people always needed
more entertainment. Another step up. Something more. It was like the fucking
Roman Empire all over again. And it was the lions for me. Who cares that these
cats were all invariably gorgeous and stacked? They were killers to the last and
were paid well for their efforts. And besides, without the sexual overtones, it
would be just another public execution. Boring. I buried my head beneath my
pillow and tried to sleep, knowing it could be my last time. I was not a big
man, but physically I was competent. But against three trained athletes? I knew
my chances even in the first match were slim. The next day I was brought to the
coliseum, noticing the line of people already at the doors. It was a big
gambling scene, too, and who knows how much money would trade hands over my
fate? I was determined, however, to make a lot of cash for those who bet on me.
The next several hours were spend in preparation for the match. I was introduced
to my "coach," who seemed more interested in how I appeared than how I was going
to fight. "More make-up!" he bellowed to the back room. "The camera is going to
make him look like a ghost, for god's sake! Get that base all over him!" I
suffered the hands running over me, applying the make-up everywhere. Even my
hanging cock was treated, and, despite my anxiety, I felt it start to thicken in
the girl's hands. She finished and looked up at me with half a smile. Then she
left hurriedly. Probably wise, I thought. Not good to get attached to human
fodder. Finally I was exasperated. "Coach, what should I expect. Any advice on
the actual match?" He laughed and slapped my back. "Try to survive," he said.
"There is no time limit, so it's either you or her." "Her?" I asked, hope
lightening my heart. "Only one?" "Today's a special even," he explained. "You're
taking on Queen Squash herself!" He walked away, chuckling at my expression. I
had seen her in action before. She didn't play a lot of matches, but showed up
occasionally to smash, destroy and squash her opponents. She needed no back-up.
She stood well over seven feet tall and weighed close to 500 pounds. I was
doomed! The time slowly ticked by, and soon I found myself facing the last door
leading to the pit. Someone was at my side suddenly. It was the make-up girl.
"She is slow," she said in a rushed whisper. "Hit her here," she said, touching
the side of her temple. "She was injured there once." Then she was gone before I
could thank her. Was it possible to take down the mighty Queen Squash? After
all, she was responsible for putting away at least a dozen players. But maybe...
The bell rang, and I stepped out into the pit. Being completely nude in a
circular amphitheater with a thousand cheering gamblers didn't bother me, nor
did the TV cameras, which sent my image into nearly half the homes in the
empire. Even the two inch layer of mud that my bare feet squished into didn't
faze me. All my thoughts were centered on the giantess standing opposite me. And
giantess she was. Her statistics simply couldn't prepare me for actually seeing
her. Nude as I was, her breasts seemed like gigantic watermelons, surprisingly
firm and round. Her waist was not bulging with fat, as I expected, and she even
had a rough hour-glass figure. Her hips were huge, though. Trunk-like thighs
flared suddenly as they merged to her hips, and as I sized her up, she turned
around and bent over, giving me a good look at her ass. It was huge, gigantic,
awesome. It bulged full and didn't say as some big women's did. Each cheek was
probably a hundred pounds, round, fat and full. She turned back and laughed. "'S
why I'm called Squash!" she jeered, laughing at my dumbstruck face. "I'll make
sure you get a better look real soon!" I looked away, concentrating. It would do
me no good to give up, although just looking at her powerful bottom made my task
seem impossible. But that was obviously her intention! The Overseer, a man on a
suspended platform above use, announced the match and signaled for the bell. It
rang and I stepped forward. She charged right away, looking like an enraged
elephant bearing down on me. She was, after all, nearly two feet taller and 350
pounds heavier. But she was slow, I remembered. I dodged around her and as she
wheeled about, darted right between her legs. The crowd roared with laughter,
but all I could think about was keeping out of reach. She turned around with a
snarl, and I landed a solid punch into her soft stomach. "Oomph!" she grunted,
taking the blow while reaching out to grab me. She caught my arm and pulled me
into her balloon-like breasts. But no balloons were this firm! I struggled in
her bear hug, feeling my feet leave the mud as she straightened with me, my face
buried in her cleavage. I kicked uselessly. I couldn't get away and worse,
couldn't breathe! Muffled as my ears were, I could hear her deep laughter as she
marched around the Pit with me, putting on a good show with my legs kicking
uselessly. Then she clasped my hips with her thighs, quelling my kicking. She
released her deadly embrace only long enough to take a hold of each mammoth
mammary and, keeping me secured with her thighs, began slamming her breasts
together with my head caught in between. I was getting dizzy from the blows, but
at least I could breathe again. The crowd was going wild, loving how Queen
Squash was defeating me with just her big boobs. A ringing in my head began, but
the slamming flesh continued to crush me, softly but with a weighty firmness
that was overwhelming. Just as I began to lose consciousness from the relentless
battering, it stopped and I dropped to the mud. I shook my head, blearily seeing
my opponent stalking around with her arms raised, absorbing the adulation of the
crowd. I wondered momentarily how much they paid her for a good show. But I
wasn't through yet, and now was my chance! I leaped forward quickly and jumped
up, aiming at the weak spot the girl had told me about. But she saw me coming
and turned quickly around. She snapped her big ass backwards as I jumped, and it
hit me with full force. It was like hitting a wall of flesh, except one with
force coming from it. I flew backwards and landed with a daze on the side of the
Pit. I couldn't get up in time, and the next thing I knew she had seized me and
settled me over her shoulders over seven feet in the air. Then she began to turn
around, going faster and faster, until the room spun crazily about me. She was
giving me the airplane spin! I yelped as she released me and I was airborne. I
crashed into the wall halfway up and slid to the ground, not knowing up from
down. I felt her grab my hair and drag me with no effort into the center of the
ring. I lay on my back looking up at her, wondering what was next. To my horror,
I saw her take a small jump, extend her feet straight out and then fall directly
on top of me. She came down on my chest and stomach, her bottom covering all of
my upper body with only my face appearing from the curve of her bulging hip. The
impact was so devastating I couldn't even hear the cheer of the crowd at first.
Then I did as she got off me. They were chanting "Squash! Squash! Squash!" over
and over. I could see she was preparing for another fall, and I struggled to
roll away, forcing my head to clear. But the mud was clutching at me and I
couldn't move in time. Again she came down, but this time her big bottom fell
right onto my face and chest. I yelped just before impact, never feeling so
afraid of anything in my life. Just seeing that huge ass descending so quickly
onto my face was enough to make me absolutely panic. But I was too busy trying
to breathe to deal with my fear. Her sweaty buttocks pressed down heavily over
my features, my nose wedged into the crack of her ass. Colors flashed before my
eyes, and I could feel her settling herself even more firmly over me, rubbing
her bulbous bottom in a sexual sort grind. Even though I could neither see nor
hear them, I was certain the crowd was going wild with her performance. After
all, it was the sex that sells. Then I could smell her and taste her hot drops
of pussy oil that were mashed into my nose and mouth. She really enjoyed this, I
realized. It wasn't just a show for her. She was getting off on dominating me!
She wriggled while pulling at her ass cheeks, making my nose sink deeper into
her fatty folds and pressing against her smelly asshole. I would have screamed
if I could, but I could barely move. I had ever felt so completely defeated, so
utterly helpless as I did with her sitting on my face like that. I struggled
weakly and kicked my legs about. Apparently she didn't like that, since the next
thing she did was stretch her huge legs out over my lower body, effectively
covering me completely. I couldn't move at all now. Even submerged in her
bulging bottom fat as my face was, I could hear the noise of the crowd. They
were still yelling "Squash!" and I felt a bit angry. Wasn't it fairly obvious
that my opponent was already doing that? I grew dizzy and my lungs burned for
air. I supposed that this would be it, terminated in my first match by the
simple act of this huge woman sitting on my face and suffocating the life from
me. My world grew darker and darker as I felt the squirming buttocks on me
increase the tempo, becoming powerfully aroused. I could feel her asshole
clenching my nose, as if to draw it inside her completely. Then, just as the
last point of light was nearly extinguished in my mind, the weight of her
buttocks was gone and I drew in a ragged breath, not caring why I was saved. I
blearily looked up and beheld her huge ass quivering in front of my face, her
legs straddling me as she crouched. "Lick my asshole," she commanded, her voice
husky. She pulled her cheeks apart, revealing the clenching sphincter. The noise
of the crowd was nearly deafening after the muffled silence of her big ass.
Knowing I had no choice, I leaned up and thrust my tongue against her tight
hole. I could feel her big bottom cheeks on either side of my face as I tongued
her anus. I grew anxious that if she released her hold on her hips, the halves
of flesh would close over me - they were that huge! She began rotating her hips,
groaning softly. I realized then that her arousal was what saved me. She didn't
want to kill me yet! But I knew that after I had served her, she would certainly
squish me into eternity. I had to do something, but how, when I was positioned
like this - with my tongue in her ass and my body beneath her mountainous flesh?
I probed inside as far as I could go, holding my breath since I was pressed too
firmly against her for air. She orgasmed right then, pressing back as she came
and, to my extreme dismay, settled her ass back over my face, my tongue still
trapped in her bottom. But she was content just to rub until she had stopped her
spasms, at which point she whirled around, sat on my chest and shoved her pussy
onto my chin. "Lick me," she commanded, caressing her breasts. The few people in
the crowd I could see were leaning forward, trying to see what was going on
between those huge thighs. I'm sure most couldn't see my tiny face in her crotch
at all. I was starting to feel better and decided that this was my chance. If
she turned back around, she could just sit on me again and my hopes would be
promptly ended. I opened my mouth and lunged forward, biting into her tender
pussy flesh with all my strength. She screamed and leaped off me, clutching her
groin. She staggered off, bent over in agony. I got to my feet, feeling like I'd
been run over. The muscles in my chest ached after having her weight on me, and
my face was still so red I looked like I was sunburned. But none of this stopped
me from charging Queen Squash. I kicked her big butt, and she overbalanced and
fell to her knees in the mud. I swung inside, looking for a shot to her head,
but she reared up suddenly, swinging her big boobs into my face. I had forgotten
about those! My head snapped back and I fell on my butt in the mud. She lunged
at me but was too slow, the pain in her groin distracting her from a full-out
attack. I tumbled away and kicked at her head as I flipped. I missed but got her
throat. She fell back, gagging. The crowd wasn't so loud now, I noticed.
Determined, I lunged again, keeping away from her legs and ass. But her long
reach snagged me, and even though I pulled away, I fell right beside her hips,
my face at her ankles. Quickly she threw a leg over my body and slammed her big
white bottom onto my face. "Glugh!" I groaned, feeling real fear at my
predicament. She reared up and sat down again, mashing me into the mud. "Bite
me? You little worm. I'm going to make you suffer before I do you in!" And she
did. Over and over her bouncing bottom squashed down on me, her 500 pounds
centered on her bulging buns. As devastating as this was, I had no problem
breathing and began to see a rhythm in her movements. She was so big, when she
reared up on her knees, there was a little space between me and her ass. And I
wasn't that big. Just when I thought I could take no more, she reared up
particularly high, and I tucked my legs and rolled away backwards. It worked!
She came down on mud, and before she could turn around, I lunged forward and
punched with all my waning strength into the side of her head. I could feel the
skull give, and without a groan she slumped forward, either dead or so injured
she couldn't possible continue. I had won! And the crowd, after the initial
stunned silence, went absolutely wild. They loved excitement and surprise above
all else, and I had certainly given them that. I was amazed myself! With a light
step to my stagger, I made it out of the ring after the Overseer had declared me
the winner. On my way out I overheard the confused voices of the Pit personnel,
discussing how to get Queen Squash out of the ring. The coach slapped me on the
back, chewing on his cigar. "Well done, kid. I though you were history for a
while there!" I thanked him, but was really looking for that girl. I finally
found her after my shower. She was just leaving, and I called out, "Hey! Wait a
minute!" I ran up to her, letting my guards follow. She looked at me,
expressionless. "Yes?" she asked. "I just wanted to thank you," I said, smiling.
"For what?" "Why, for telling me about her weak spot." "Oh, I wouldn't
appreciate it too much," she said, making to leave. "But why not?" I asked. "All
the girls hate her," she explained. "We wanted to see her lose at least once.
And besides, now that you survived that one, the stakes will be quite high for
your next match, which means me and my partner will get paid quite well for
putting you down." I stared at her stupidly. "You and your partner?" She nodded.
"We get you next, and it'll be my first match. It's very important that we win.
Believe me, it'll be a good show." With that she pulled away and left, leaving
me with a terrible feeling of loneliness. Even as she was going through the
door, however, I let my eyes roam over her shapely form, remembering her soft
hand on my cock. Shaking my head in frustration, despite my success in the Pit,
I allowed my guards to lead me back to my cell. I lay on my bed, unable to
sleep. Would I even be able to effectively fight the lovely woman? Queen Squash
was no problem. Though undeniably female, she was like a a tank, and the match
with her was a matter of simple survival. But I reminded myself that every match
was like that, no matter what the opponents looked like. I unfortunately had not
watched the Mud Pit" show very often, not wanting to support the decadence of
the system which had finally condemned me. Because of this, I was at a loss for
what strategies were usually used. What would a couple of girls do against me?
Surely I had a good chance to win? But I reminded myself they were trained and
probably, as a team, more dangerous than the single Queen Squash, who had little
or no fighting skills, since she had never needed much more than the weight of
her bottom to ensure her success. Finally I drifted into an uneasy sleep,
dreaming nightmares of a huge fat bottom sitting on my fact for hours on end. I
saw again the moony halves of flesh separating as they descended over me, the
chocolate brown hole appearing and widening as it sank over me. I felt a sense
of helplessness as the huge buttocks closed the last few inches. I felt tiny
beneath the magnificence of the dominant ass and the puckered hole that widened
even more as it sank onto my nose. I dreamed that it kept opening until it
enclosed my face, somehow shrinking me as it swallowed hungrily. It sucked me in
and squeezed and squished me in the fleshy bowels of its mysterious inside. I
awoke sweating and fearful, wondering what such a realistic dream portended. Was
it a sure and engulfing doom, like I felt it must be? Three days passed, and it
was time for the next match. I felt reasonable recovered, although I since
learned that Queen Squash had lived and was swearing revenge if I survived long
enough. This did little to improve my mood. As before I was prepared with
makeup, but with a different girl. I ignored her hands as much as possible,
wondering if perhaps she would be my next opponent. No wonder people were so
cold here! You never knew who would kill you next. As before, I strode out into
the Mud Pit, naked and feeling anxious. At least my opponents looked less
fearsome than Queen Squash had, although both were big girls. And I mean that in
every sense. Their breasts were enormous, and I wondered how I hadn't noticed
this before on the one I'd met. She stared at me without expression, her breasts
full and held high and proud. Her partner was larger than her and instead of
brunette, was blonde and looked Nordic and very strong. Her long, muscular legs
flared into wide hips, making her thighs appear smaller than they really were.
Her flat stomach accentuated her big boobs, and I looked her over warily,
knowing she would be tough indeed. As for my previous acquaintance, her curvy,
all-over voluptuous figure gave a softer, more feminine appearance. But I
wouldn't be fooled. She was obviously skilled, and I could see the muscles
beneath the soft flesh as she walked forward into position. I readied myself,
and the Overseer signaled for us to begin. I faked a direct charge and sidled at
the last moment towards the brunette. I seized her arm, swiveled around it and
pushed her hard into the blonde. I dove and went into a quick roll, swinging my
leg into the brunette's knees. She went down, but I didn't have time to push the
advantage. The Nordic beauty hadn't been detained for long, and now she was
bearing down on me as I rose. I knew I couldn't move fast enough in the damned
mud, so I ducked down again and let her topple over me. But now the brunette
latched a hold of me. I shook her off and got away, but slipped and fell. I was
only to my knees when I looked to see the tall blonde's long, strong legs flying
at me in a V-shape. There was no escaping it. Her thighs enclosed my throat as
her weight bore me down. I struggled hard, but she squeezed, and I knew my arms
could never pry those legs apart. I went on instinct. I pushed my finger right
up her asshole, suddenly and unexpectedly. The death hold relaxed momentarily as
she yelped in surprise. I pushed away from her and would have made it if the
brunette hadn't slammed her soft but strong hips into my shoulder as I was
rising. This effectively flipped me on my back, and before I could do anything,
the voluptuous body of the brunette followed through by slipping and falling
down hard onto my chest. The crowd roared its approval. That was the beauty of
the mud. People slip in it all the time, and it adds a delightful variance to
the whole match. Usually it doesn't help the person who slipped, but in this
case, her falling right on me was fortunate for them. The breath whooshed out of
me. After all, she probably weighed nearly what I did, about 150 pounds. She was
quick to see the advantage of her position, and she quickly squirmed farther up
my chest and settled her buns more firmly, one leg on either side of my skinny
body. Desperately I pushed up on her knees, but she absorbed the force by
leaning forward, her soft weight keeping me pinned in the muddy ooze. I tried
again with all I had and probably would have succeeded if it weren't for the
blonde, who sat heavily on my stomach. "Move up!" she yelled, her voice angry.
No doubt she was put off by my last maneuver. I kicked and struggled uselessly
and groaned as the brunette wriggled forward, so that her crotch faced me. I
felt the blonde move up onto my chest and upper stomach. "U," I groaned beneath
the weight of the two of them. "Having fun?" the brunette asked, looking down at
me sadistically. She looked back at her partner. "Let's bounce," she suggested.
The blonde nodded, and together they began raising their hips and smashing them
down onto my body. They alternated, obviously aware of the trick I had played
with Queen Squash. They were determined to keep me down, it seemed. Over and
over the bouncing bottoms smashed onto my chest, throat and stomach. After quite
some time I was beginning to feel very beaten and sore, squashed as I was
beneath their weight in the mud. But then I felt the blonde rise and not sit
again. I saw her circle around above my head. She looked down at me wearing a
grim smile. "You like playing with assholes?" she said, placing her feet on
either side of my head. "I want you to play with mine this way!" Then she began
to descend her big hips over my face. As she squatted over me, all I cold see
were the looming globes of flesh, and I was struck by the similarity of what I
was seeing to my dream a few nights previous The blonde took her time, knowing
the brunette's weight on my upper chest and throat would easily keep me down.
She sank to her knees, nearly face to face with her partner. She used her strong
legs against my head, holding it in an upright position. "You see the asshole
coming?" she teased, spreading her hips even wider above me. "What are you going
to do?" she asked with a small chuckle, moving her big buns lightly over my
small face. The curve of her hips case me in shadow, blocking out the light.
"Squash him!" the brunette hissed, bouncing her ass on me. "Smother that little
face!" "I think I will," replied the blonde with another laugh. I could feel her
thigh muscles thicken and tighten around my head. Then her round, fat bottom
descended heavily over my face. I tried to arch my back, but the weight of both
of them kept me firmly down. My arms were as effectively pinned as my back, and
all I could do was kick my feet. Seeing me so helplessly pinned by the two big
breasted beauties was making the crowd go wild. Nothing of my upper chest or
face could they see, with the two girls covering my upper body as they were. I
could hear only a fraction of the noise, however. Though not as engulfing as
Queen Squash' gigantic buns, the blonde had me completely smothered, and my ears
sunk into the mud. "Stop that useless kicking!" the Nordic beauty snarled. She
wiggled her weighty rump savagely over my face until I dared not move a muscle.
The crowd delighted in such dominance, and I knew I was completely at the girls'
mercy. They had me just where they wanted me, and sitting over me, they knew it.
I could feel them moving slightly, and the crowd responded. I guessed they were
waving or raising their arms in victory. I reminded myself that Queen Squash had
done the same thing, and I had beaten her. I also knew the girls had to give a
good show, so I was hoping desperately they wouldn't try to dust me just yet.
Maybe I would get a chance, but I had to have one soon. My lungs were burning
for air, but there was no chance of getting any in my present position, and the
blonde knew it. She had my nose right up her asshole, obviously punishing me for
ramming my finger in hers earlier. My mouth was similarly squashed by her pussy,
with the lips splurging over my lips. There was a new note to the crowd's
roaring, and I could just barely hear it. They were saying something in grand
unison, but such words I could only guess at, as the blonde's weighty posterior
effectively muffled any coherent sound. Mud squished around my ears as the
blonde wriggled down over me slightly. Waves of darkness swept over me, and I
heard the blonde speak to me through my helpless haze. "You hear what they are
saying?" she asked, giving her bottom a thump downward for emphasis. "They want
us to drown you, that's what!" She wriggled slightly on my face. "Yes, my little
man, simple smothering is too good for you. I'm going to snuff you with an extra
bonus." The brunette began wriggling down hard on my throat and chest, and I
could just barely hear her yell, "I told you it would be a good show!" Then I
felt a trickle hit my tongue. I weakly tried to close my mouth, but the blonde's
pussy squashed my jaws open. And then I understood what it was the crowd wanted.
They wanted the blonde to nearly smother me and then finish me off by drowning
me with her piss! As if my realization was a signal, a stream developed and
gushed into my open mouth and down my throat. I was totally helpless, laying
there pinned beneath the two gorgeous girls, their soft bottoms conquering me
with merely their plump weight. The blonde began to gush her piss down my
throat. I couldn't swallow it fast enough. It filled my mouth and nose. Her
magnificent ass remained squashed in a relaxed state over my face, her asshole
clutching my nose. I was drowning and suffocating simultaneously. I grew dizzy,
and it was as if I dreamed again. I felt the asshole sink lower over me. Was it
swallowing my face? It was sucking me in, and I felt myself slip into the
darkness....
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