flyinemo09
01-20-2010, 6:51 PM
If you already haven't I suggest reading Mr. Daniels Part 1. I would also like some feedback and ideas for future stories, thanks, Mike.
Barely audible muffled groans emanate from the Lycra clad ass. “See Mr., all better now, anytime you feel out of breath just groan, apparently I know first aid” Shannon hysterically laughs. With that the blonde princess relaxes, while inquisitively pondering to herself, all the while, Mr. Daniels struggles have become more subdued, consisting of random twitches and shuffling of his feet. Over the next couple of minutes Shannon lightly lifts her rear, every so often, to allow Mr. Daniels enough air to avoid passing out, still; even this supposed act of mercy consists of sadistic intentions, while lifting herself Shannon stops a quarters way through, forcing the old man to inhale any oxygen through the cruel eighteen year olds ass. “Hahaha, breath up Mr. don’t want you flat lining on me” While inhaling through her shiny, tights encased ass, Mr. Daniels desperately pleads “No more, have mercy please don’t” Ticked off by his annoying pleading Shannon drops full weight onto the man, forcefully re-burying his nose into her butt. Shannon giggles slyly and more casually, reveling in his agony. A moment or so later Shannon realizes her mother or a nurse may enter the room at any time, assuming her fun is probably over for the day. “Aww, think I gotta go Mr., I’m sorry.” “Cant let anyone see me doing this to you, that would spoil the fun!” she laughs. By now Mr. Daniels has ceased any struggling, content enough to just survive, by periodically sniffing oxygen through her ass when she would allow it. “You can probably expect a visit from me routinely Mr., with my grandpa being such a perfect cover, I’ve realized your bony body may be the perfect workout tool, well get started on that shortly, don’t you worry!” Shannon decided to leave Mr. Daniel’s with one more reminder of her cruelty, pushing her butt down as hard as his bony face would allow, Shannon rips a long warm fart right into his nostrils. “Ahhhh” she coos. Rubbing her now potent scent all over the invalids face, Shannon can barely muster the enthusiasm to get off the poor mess. “Ok Ok, haha, I’m done now” she exclaims. Shannon then lifts her self of Mr. Daniels face, legs straddling his lying body, facing his feet, she turns her head to examine her prey, the old mans face is beat red, eyes fluttering, “Bye Bye Mr.”, with that Shannon playfully presses her toes to his mouth, playfully moving his lips, “Bye Bye princess”, she comically mimics his voice. The blonde high school senior, while walking off his bed, cruelly steps on his balls, causing a sputtering reaction from Mr. Daniels mouth. Finally, the day’s torture ceases, our blonde demon has exited the room. Mr. Daniels room remains quiet for the next few hours, as a nurse has not even entered to check up on him, the mans mind now racing, trying to come to grips with the shameful acts that have preceded the present. Was this a nightmare he wonders? Orange streams of light enter room, cascading over his roommate’s bed, stopping before reaching his own. Mr. Daniels closes his tired, worn eyes, taking his frightening secret to bed with him, tomorrow he thinks, tomorrow he will tell a nurse, bringing just enough false hope to allow him to fall asleep.
Was it a nightmare?
The sound of morning birds awaken Mr. Daniel’s, for a brief moment, he has forgotten about the previous days events, deceptive calm, suddenly our victim remembers, the smell of the female lioness still present in his nose. A nurse enters the room, Mr. Daniels, while very much bothered by yesterdays torture, is still a bit embarrassed, making it difficult for him to tell his story. “Excuse me nurse, I ahh”, More preoccupied with her daily routine, checking the old mans roommates chart, she replies, “What’s the problem Mr. Daniel’s, to quiet in here, headache, hungry, what seems to be bothering you?”. With a chocked up, frail voice, Mr. Daniel’s explains, “Yesterday, you may or may not have seen a girl and her mother come to visit my roommate” “I remember Harvey, those are the Taylors, big shots around these parts, the Mrs., won a huge divorce settlement from her silicon valley ex-husband, and her daughter, what an athlete, captain of like three sports teams at her high school, a real sweetheart too, heard she’s big into community service, was very very friendly from what I remember.” Visibly annoyed Mr. Daniels can’t believe what he’s hearing, was this really the girl that so defiled him the other day? “Well, that may be true an all, but I tell you, she, she tortured me yesterday”! Mr. Daniels voice rising, hinting at anger, “What!” laughs the nurse, “You heard me, she, came right over to my bed when her mother left, told me how weak and frail I looked, how she could goddamn snap me in half!, When I tried to reprimand her she pinched my nostrils together, the monster even sat on my face nurse, she sat on my face so I couldn’t yell for help.” Now, with a look of shock like no other the nurse, trying to regain her composure sternly stares at the old decrepit man, “Now you look here Mr. Daniels, that kind of perverse talk will not be allowed on my floor, you are talking about an eighteen year old girl, a girl who is highly respected in her community as is her mother, I will hear no more of this garbage.” The old mans breath begins to get shallow, while simultaneously faster, his eyes show a mix of frustration and hopelessness, if the people primarily responsible for his well being don’t believe him who will, and worst yet, say she returns, she could kill him for all he knows. “I understand, I, see your point, let me lay alone now, I don’t feel I have anything further to say.” Back into her working routine and without even looking at the old man she replies, “Fine, breakfast will be served shortly, why don’t you read a book or watch T.V, get your mind of those silly thoughts of yours, ok?” Mr. Daniel’s one chance at salvation has passed, his remaining energy will be spent fearing the return, the return of her, perhaps he can find something, a blunt object to stop her advances, only time will tell.
Aerobics
Breakfast came and went, Mr. Daniel’s had finally begun to let his guard down, he even had the privilege to watch his all time favorite T.V show, The Twilight Zone, always a fan of fictitious oddities Mr. Daniele’s begins to believe his current predicament is some kind of other dimensional experience. Just as the clock strikes 3PM, frighteningly on cue, the old man hears a voice. “Hi Rebecca, how’s my grandpa doing?” “Same as usual sweetie, guess your going to spend some time with him?” nurse Rebecca innocently replies, “Ya, I feel like I’ve been neglecting him for far too long, I plan on at least stopping by three, maybe four times a week” the perky youth exclaims, genuinely proud, nurse Rebecca continues “ Excellent, I can see why you’re the captain of all those athletic teams your on, such focused initiative”, Shannon coyly replies, “Yup, you have no idea!” while turning her back she slowly makes her way towards Mr. Daniels room. From behind, our blonde and sadistic dominatrix proudly sways her powerful and full ass, today, tightly shaped by fashionable black biking shorts. Clearly Shannon is returning from some sort of athletic endeavor, or maybe preparing to embark on one? By now Mr. Daniels is stricken with terror, his heart rate is through the roof, mind racing with thoughts on how to survive, what to do. Momentarily, Shannon will enter his room, the bitch ready to perform some kind of sick acts on the withered old man. Frantically looking around for something to defend himself with Mr. Daniels sees a screwdriver sitting on the floor near his roommate’s nightstand, the old man attempts to rise from his bed but is too weak from the atrophy of laying down constantly, his once respectable muscles now reduced to bone on skin. Quickly turning to his own nightstand Mr. Daniels sees the only blunt object in his range, the remote control, it’s a long shot but his only choice, he quickly grabs it, places it in his left hand and dangles it over the left side of his bed, hopefully out of the teen’s vision. “Anybody home” a giggling voice remarks as the rooms door slowly opens. “Well hello their Mr., remember me?” Shannon gleefully exclaims, her big blue eyes sparking, lips apart allowing the old man to see her perfect pearly whites. The last time the old man saw the girl he could only imagine what her legs looked like, but with her revealing tight bike shorts the old man gains witness to a toned beast. Her thighs are clearly huge, strengthened through constant training and workouts since a little girl. “Listen you, I don’t know what you want with me but this has to stop, I’m a poor lonely old man, can’t you leave my final days to peace.” The old man seriously trying to talk some sense into the girl, still believing it’s impossible to be as cruel as her previous actions would have denoted. Shannon’s face suddenly going from perky to serious in expression, her beautiful blue eyes now a window into a cold mind, remarks, “Look at you, your so worthless, a weak little piece of shit, I am beautiful, strong, worthy of life, worthy of destroying your pitiful existence. Have you ever seen those national geographic shows, the one with the lion and the weak injured gazelle? That’s like you and me old man; you serve as my prey, nothing more.” With that statement Mr. Daniel’s knows were he stands, their will be no more attempts at talking this through, he will die or she will. Shannon’s patience with the invalid is up, turning, she makes sure the door is shut and slowly approaches the old mans bed, standing at his bed side, she starts a few quick stretches kicking her legs up like the Olympic gymnasts on T.V, one move brings her just close enough for the old man to make his hopeless attack on her. Mr. Daniels weak left arm slowly flails at the blondes face, attempting to catch her with the remote, Shannon, with her lighting quick reflexes has more than enough time to react, she quickly grabs the old mans arm, furiously bending it back, nearly breaking it, as Mr. Daniels prepares to scream from the pain, the gorgeous tormentor raises her right leg, slamming her knee down onto the old mans throat pressing down with nearly all her weight causing his throat to collapse, severely bruising his larynx. “Feisty are we old man, that was a very very bad move on your part, I suppose I’ll have to enlighten you further” Shannon angrily scolds the man. Mr. Daniels is now writhing in pain, but worse than that he can’t breathe the teens powerful leg is now suffocating him. He helplessly raises his arms attempting to dislodge the weight on him, but to no avail, she is simply far too strong for him. After a minute or two the blonde goddess slowly eases of the pressure, curious to whether or not the old man can still speak, to her excitement the only sounds emitting from the mans mouth are quiet whimpers accompanied by spine chilling gagging sounds. “Perfect, now you can be quiet and I won’t have to worry about you disturbing our fun” Shannon happily exclaims. Shannon then mounts Mr. Daniels bed, standing over the agonized form below her. “Where shall we begin Mr., any suggestions?” “Didn’t think so. You know, now that I think of it, I never got a chance to work out my legs today, maybe you can help me!”. Mr. Daniels looks up, trying to voice his opposition, which amounts to more gagged sputters. Realizing his only real chance is to actually get up from his bed, he focuses all his remaining strength and tries to prop himself up, Shannon simply presses her foot down onto his chest effectively pining the old man to his bed, while pondering a good workout. The blonde cheerleader finally has an idea, moving forward, closer to the old mans head, Shannon cruelly drops full weight onto his upper chest, knocking his wind out. Then, sitting upright, straddling his head, she grabs the back of his head forcefully stuffing his face into her shiny black bike shorts, right at her crotch. Falling to her side she then locks her ankles together closing the frail creatures head in between her massive thighs. All that is visible of Mr. Daniels head is his partially bald scalp, with his face plastered against the blonde’s crotch, her thighs fully consuming the rest of his head, the scene reminiscent of a boa constrictor crushing its prey. Mr. Daniels attempts at freeing himself consist of weak pawing at her legs and ass, basically hopeless in design. With our teen athlete now in position, Shannon methodically applies varying levels of pressure over the course of the next ten to fifteen minutes, each time she reaches maximum pressure Mr. Daniels body twitches spasmodically, Shannon’s crotch now damp with sweat and pre-cum pounds the old mans face, breaking his nose in the process. “Whew, this is incredible, I can already feel my legs getting soar, I bet not as soar as your face though” Shannon gleefully laughs. With that Shannon decides she need a break, a cool down of sorts, switching positions, while still holding the mans head into place Shannon turns lying on her back lifting the old man on top but still locked between her legs. Shannon now sweating profusely breaths slowly, trying to relax, keeping the frail mans face pressed to her crotch with minimal effort. After another ten minutes of rest, our super hot athlete unlocks her thighs, slowly at first allowing Mr. Daniels head to harmlessly slide from her crotch to her inner thigh, resting their battered and exhausted. The old mans heart rate has begun to slow, as his breathing was incredibly hindered over the last thirty minutes, now barely even conscious. Shannon lifts her self up onto her knees, turning to old man over onto his back, preparing her next move in her head. Suddenly Shannon’s cell phone rings, her best friend Cara, somewhat upset at this interruption Shannon decides its best to answer it briefly. Mr. Daniels, once again thinking in a sort of coherent manner, tries to lift him self up, as he weakly lifts his head, maybe a foot off the bed, Shannon casually, not even aware that the old man is trying to get up crawls forwards facing his feet and sits her strong and sweaty tights encased ass onto his face, bringing the back of his forcefully down to the bed. “Hi Cara! What’s up?” The two girls go on for a good hour, chatting about the usual teen gossip, unknown to the other girl on the line, Shannon has been conducting this rather common phone call while perched on a nearly dead old mans face. Mr. Daniels can barely breathe as Shannon has not adjusted her seat the entire time, what air he can get comes from sniffing through the girls butt with great ferocity, such a degrading end of days. Finally, Shannon ends the conversation, reaching over, revealing the old mans beat red battered face, to put her cell on his nightstand. Shannon once again settles onto the fragile face, wiggling around, enjoying the sensation of knowing what lies below her. At this point the girl has forgotten that below her lies a human, to her it is simply on object to torment. Shannon also knows the game must end soon, with the old mans collapsed throat their will be no way to leave him alive, there is too much evidence now. Once more Shannon lifts herself from his face, turning she straddles the mans thin chest. “ Well, this is it Mr., I’d love to come back and play some more, but with your neck injuries someone would surely get suspicious, and a perky little girl like me could never go to jail, time to go meet your wife old guy”. With those words Mr. Daniels begins to tear, he doesn’t want his life to end so abruptly, especially not like this. Shannon turns herself again, facing his feet, she sits for a moment, on the mans chest, pondering her actions to her self. Mr. Daniels frantically pushes at her back, kicking his legs, desperate to get the girl off of him, the resistance is so meek Shannon just sits their. Finally, while still being pushed against by the old man, Shannon raises her rear, straddles his face looking towards his feet and slams her ass down onto the face below her. This time around Shannon presses all her weight onto the old mans face, completely smothering him, the old mans nose now jammed up into two fleshy large mounds of blonde teenage ass. While perched on the near dead mans face Shannon brings her legs together, squeezing while smothering the man, the force she is inflicting on Mr. Daniels is excruciating. Shannon feels the mans chest, his heart beating out of rhythm, she then grabs his wrist to feel a pulse, that too is weakening. Its now time to focus, the blonde cheerleader leans forwards, hands holding his to the bed, her ass now jutting outwards pressing her weight into his face, Mr. Daniels last moments will be spent face pressed into cheerleader butt, what a travesty he thinks. Shannon remains firm and sturdy, like a killing machine in action, allowing no air for the old man. Mr. Daniels body twitches, chest heaving every so often, Shannon keeps her balance though, her rear remaining firmly planted to his face. Eventually the old mans struggles cease, he’s entering the final stages, Shannon presses down with all her might, the strength that comes from constant training for cheerleading, volleyball and softball, she feels the old mans face being buried deeper and deeper into her ass, checking again for a pulse she feels nothing, to just make sure though Shannon stays steady, keeping her crushing weight constant. After another five minutes she eases up, sitting up and no longer pushing, Shannon breathes a sigh of relief, exhausted and sweating herself. The blonde princess smiles contently, excited about her kill, putting her arms back to stretch, Shannon seductively sways from left to right, running her hand through her hair, eyes closed, a low rumbling sound emits from her seat, Shannon has farted onto the dead face below her, giggling, “Oops, guess that wont bother you now Mr.” With her kill complete Shannon finally rises from the form below her, examining the face she sees terror, with the old mans eyes still open, his battered and abused face giving her more giggles. With that Shannon puts her acting skills to work, running into the hall she cries “Nurse, nurse, it was awful, he, he tried to attack me, my grandfathers roommate attacked me, and, well, I had to fight back, I punched at his neck and he kept coming, then suddenly, he just fell back onto his bed, I think it was a heart attack”. With that the nurses run into Mr. Daniels room, the autopsy revealed he died of some sudden asphyxiation, not thinking to question such a well connected member of the community no investigation is taken. Mr. Daniels was born, had a wonderful life and family then died under the ass of a blonde teenager, who would have figured.
The End
Barely audible muffled groans emanate from the Lycra clad ass. “See Mr., all better now, anytime you feel out of breath just groan, apparently I know first aid” Shannon hysterically laughs. With that the blonde princess relaxes, while inquisitively pondering to herself, all the while, Mr. Daniels struggles have become more subdued, consisting of random twitches and shuffling of his feet. Over the next couple of minutes Shannon lightly lifts her rear, every so often, to allow Mr. Daniels enough air to avoid passing out, still; even this supposed act of mercy consists of sadistic intentions, while lifting herself Shannon stops a quarters way through, forcing the old man to inhale any oxygen through the cruel eighteen year olds ass. “Hahaha, breath up Mr. don’t want you flat lining on me” While inhaling through her shiny, tights encased ass, Mr. Daniels desperately pleads “No more, have mercy please don’t” Ticked off by his annoying pleading Shannon drops full weight onto the man, forcefully re-burying his nose into her butt. Shannon giggles slyly and more casually, reveling in his agony. A moment or so later Shannon realizes her mother or a nurse may enter the room at any time, assuming her fun is probably over for the day. “Aww, think I gotta go Mr., I’m sorry.” “Cant let anyone see me doing this to you, that would spoil the fun!” she laughs. By now Mr. Daniels has ceased any struggling, content enough to just survive, by periodically sniffing oxygen through her ass when she would allow it. “You can probably expect a visit from me routinely Mr., with my grandpa being such a perfect cover, I’ve realized your bony body may be the perfect workout tool, well get started on that shortly, don’t you worry!” Shannon decided to leave Mr. Daniel’s with one more reminder of her cruelty, pushing her butt down as hard as his bony face would allow, Shannon rips a long warm fart right into his nostrils. “Ahhhh” she coos. Rubbing her now potent scent all over the invalids face, Shannon can barely muster the enthusiasm to get off the poor mess. “Ok Ok, haha, I’m done now” she exclaims. Shannon then lifts her self of Mr. Daniels face, legs straddling his lying body, facing his feet, she turns her head to examine her prey, the old mans face is beat red, eyes fluttering, “Bye Bye Mr.”, with that Shannon playfully presses her toes to his mouth, playfully moving his lips, “Bye Bye princess”, she comically mimics his voice. The blonde high school senior, while walking off his bed, cruelly steps on his balls, causing a sputtering reaction from Mr. Daniels mouth. Finally, the day’s torture ceases, our blonde demon has exited the room. Mr. Daniels room remains quiet for the next few hours, as a nurse has not even entered to check up on him, the mans mind now racing, trying to come to grips with the shameful acts that have preceded the present. Was this a nightmare he wonders? Orange streams of light enter room, cascading over his roommate’s bed, stopping before reaching his own. Mr. Daniels closes his tired, worn eyes, taking his frightening secret to bed with him, tomorrow he thinks, tomorrow he will tell a nurse, bringing just enough false hope to allow him to fall asleep.
Was it a nightmare?
The sound of morning birds awaken Mr. Daniel’s, for a brief moment, he has forgotten about the previous days events, deceptive calm, suddenly our victim remembers, the smell of the female lioness still present in his nose. A nurse enters the room, Mr. Daniels, while very much bothered by yesterdays torture, is still a bit embarrassed, making it difficult for him to tell his story. “Excuse me nurse, I ahh”, More preoccupied with her daily routine, checking the old mans roommates chart, she replies, “What’s the problem Mr. Daniel’s, to quiet in here, headache, hungry, what seems to be bothering you?”. With a chocked up, frail voice, Mr. Daniel’s explains, “Yesterday, you may or may not have seen a girl and her mother come to visit my roommate” “I remember Harvey, those are the Taylors, big shots around these parts, the Mrs., won a huge divorce settlement from her silicon valley ex-husband, and her daughter, what an athlete, captain of like three sports teams at her high school, a real sweetheart too, heard she’s big into community service, was very very friendly from what I remember.” Visibly annoyed Mr. Daniels can’t believe what he’s hearing, was this really the girl that so defiled him the other day? “Well, that may be true an all, but I tell you, she, she tortured me yesterday”! Mr. Daniels voice rising, hinting at anger, “What!” laughs the nurse, “You heard me, she, came right over to my bed when her mother left, told me how weak and frail I looked, how she could goddamn snap me in half!, When I tried to reprimand her she pinched my nostrils together, the monster even sat on my face nurse, she sat on my face so I couldn’t yell for help.” Now, with a look of shock like no other the nurse, trying to regain her composure sternly stares at the old decrepit man, “Now you look here Mr. Daniels, that kind of perverse talk will not be allowed on my floor, you are talking about an eighteen year old girl, a girl who is highly respected in her community as is her mother, I will hear no more of this garbage.” The old mans breath begins to get shallow, while simultaneously faster, his eyes show a mix of frustration and hopelessness, if the people primarily responsible for his well being don’t believe him who will, and worst yet, say she returns, she could kill him for all he knows. “I understand, I, see your point, let me lay alone now, I don’t feel I have anything further to say.” Back into her working routine and without even looking at the old man she replies, “Fine, breakfast will be served shortly, why don’t you read a book or watch T.V, get your mind of those silly thoughts of yours, ok?” Mr. Daniel’s one chance at salvation has passed, his remaining energy will be spent fearing the return, the return of her, perhaps he can find something, a blunt object to stop her advances, only time will tell.
Aerobics
Breakfast came and went, Mr. Daniel’s had finally begun to let his guard down, he even had the privilege to watch his all time favorite T.V show, The Twilight Zone, always a fan of fictitious oddities Mr. Daniele’s begins to believe his current predicament is some kind of other dimensional experience. Just as the clock strikes 3PM, frighteningly on cue, the old man hears a voice. “Hi Rebecca, how’s my grandpa doing?” “Same as usual sweetie, guess your going to spend some time with him?” nurse Rebecca innocently replies, “Ya, I feel like I’ve been neglecting him for far too long, I plan on at least stopping by three, maybe four times a week” the perky youth exclaims, genuinely proud, nurse Rebecca continues “ Excellent, I can see why you’re the captain of all those athletic teams your on, such focused initiative”, Shannon coyly replies, “Yup, you have no idea!” while turning her back she slowly makes her way towards Mr. Daniels room. From behind, our blonde and sadistic dominatrix proudly sways her powerful and full ass, today, tightly shaped by fashionable black biking shorts. Clearly Shannon is returning from some sort of athletic endeavor, or maybe preparing to embark on one? By now Mr. Daniels is stricken with terror, his heart rate is through the roof, mind racing with thoughts on how to survive, what to do. Momentarily, Shannon will enter his room, the bitch ready to perform some kind of sick acts on the withered old man. Frantically looking around for something to defend himself with Mr. Daniels sees a screwdriver sitting on the floor near his roommate’s nightstand, the old man attempts to rise from his bed but is too weak from the atrophy of laying down constantly, his once respectable muscles now reduced to bone on skin. Quickly turning to his own nightstand Mr. Daniels sees the only blunt object in his range, the remote control, it’s a long shot but his only choice, he quickly grabs it, places it in his left hand and dangles it over the left side of his bed, hopefully out of the teen’s vision. “Anybody home” a giggling voice remarks as the rooms door slowly opens. “Well hello their Mr., remember me?” Shannon gleefully exclaims, her big blue eyes sparking, lips apart allowing the old man to see her perfect pearly whites. The last time the old man saw the girl he could only imagine what her legs looked like, but with her revealing tight bike shorts the old man gains witness to a toned beast. Her thighs are clearly huge, strengthened through constant training and workouts since a little girl. “Listen you, I don’t know what you want with me but this has to stop, I’m a poor lonely old man, can’t you leave my final days to peace.” The old man seriously trying to talk some sense into the girl, still believing it’s impossible to be as cruel as her previous actions would have denoted. Shannon’s face suddenly going from perky to serious in expression, her beautiful blue eyes now a window into a cold mind, remarks, “Look at you, your so worthless, a weak little piece of shit, I am beautiful, strong, worthy of life, worthy of destroying your pitiful existence. Have you ever seen those national geographic shows, the one with the lion and the weak injured gazelle? That’s like you and me old man; you serve as my prey, nothing more.” With that statement Mr. Daniel’s knows were he stands, their will be no more attempts at talking this through, he will die or she will. Shannon’s patience with the invalid is up, turning, she makes sure the door is shut and slowly approaches the old mans bed, standing at his bed side, she starts a few quick stretches kicking her legs up like the Olympic gymnasts on T.V, one move brings her just close enough for the old man to make his hopeless attack on her. Mr. Daniels weak left arm slowly flails at the blondes face, attempting to catch her with the remote, Shannon, with her lighting quick reflexes has more than enough time to react, she quickly grabs the old mans arm, furiously bending it back, nearly breaking it, as Mr. Daniels prepares to scream from the pain, the gorgeous tormentor raises her right leg, slamming her knee down onto the old mans throat pressing down with nearly all her weight causing his throat to collapse, severely bruising his larynx. “Feisty are we old man, that was a very very bad move on your part, I suppose I’ll have to enlighten you further” Shannon angrily scolds the man. Mr. Daniels is now writhing in pain, but worse than that he can’t breathe the teens powerful leg is now suffocating him. He helplessly raises his arms attempting to dislodge the weight on him, but to no avail, she is simply far too strong for him. After a minute or two the blonde goddess slowly eases of the pressure, curious to whether or not the old man can still speak, to her excitement the only sounds emitting from the mans mouth are quiet whimpers accompanied by spine chilling gagging sounds. “Perfect, now you can be quiet and I won’t have to worry about you disturbing our fun” Shannon happily exclaims. Shannon then mounts Mr. Daniels bed, standing over the agonized form below her. “Where shall we begin Mr., any suggestions?” “Didn’t think so. You know, now that I think of it, I never got a chance to work out my legs today, maybe you can help me!”. Mr. Daniels looks up, trying to voice his opposition, which amounts to more gagged sputters. Realizing his only real chance is to actually get up from his bed, he focuses all his remaining strength and tries to prop himself up, Shannon simply presses her foot down onto his chest effectively pining the old man to his bed, while pondering a good workout. The blonde cheerleader finally has an idea, moving forward, closer to the old mans head, Shannon cruelly drops full weight onto his upper chest, knocking his wind out. Then, sitting upright, straddling his head, she grabs the back of his head forcefully stuffing his face into her shiny black bike shorts, right at her crotch. Falling to her side she then locks her ankles together closing the frail creatures head in between her massive thighs. All that is visible of Mr. Daniels head is his partially bald scalp, with his face plastered against the blonde’s crotch, her thighs fully consuming the rest of his head, the scene reminiscent of a boa constrictor crushing its prey. Mr. Daniels attempts at freeing himself consist of weak pawing at her legs and ass, basically hopeless in design. With our teen athlete now in position, Shannon methodically applies varying levels of pressure over the course of the next ten to fifteen minutes, each time she reaches maximum pressure Mr. Daniels body twitches spasmodically, Shannon’s crotch now damp with sweat and pre-cum pounds the old mans face, breaking his nose in the process. “Whew, this is incredible, I can already feel my legs getting soar, I bet not as soar as your face though” Shannon gleefully laughs. With that Shannon decides she need a break, a cool down of sorts, switching positions, while still holding the mans head into place Shannon turns lying on her back lifting the old man on top but still locked between her legs. Shannon now sweating profusely breaths slowly, trying to relax, keeping the frail mans face pressed to her crotch with minimal effort. After another ten minutes of rest, our super hot athlete unlocks her thighs, slowly at first allowing Mr. Daniels head to harmlessly slide from her crotch to her inner thigh, resting their battered and exhausted. The old mans heart rate has begun to slow, as his breathing was incredibly hindered over the last thirty minutes, now barely even conscious. Shannon lifts her self up onto her knees, turning to old man over onto his back, preparing her next move in her head. Suddenly Shannon’s cell phone rings, her best friend Cara, somewhat upset at this interruption Shannon decides its best to answer it briefly. Mr. Daniels, once again thinking in a sort of coherent manner, tries to lift him self up, as he weakly lifts his head, maybe a foot off the bed, Shannon casually, not even aware that the old man is trying to get up crawls forwards facing his feet and sits her strong and sweaty tights encased ass onto his face, bringing the back of his forcefully down to the bed. “Hi Cara! What’s up?” The two girls go on for a good hour, chatting about the usual teen gossip, unknown to the other girl on the line, Shannon has been conducting this rather common phone call while perched on a nearly dead old mans face. Mr. Daniels can barely breathe as Shannon has not adjusted her seat the entire time, what air he can get comes from sniffing through the girls butt with great ferocity, such a degrading end of days. Finally, Shannon ends the conversation, reaching over, revealing the old mans beat red battered face, to put her cell on his nightstand. Shannon once again settles onto the fragile face, wiggling around, enjoying the sensation of knowing what lies below her. At this point the girl has forgotten that below her lies a human, to her it is simply on object to torment. Shannon also knows the game must end soon, with the old mans collapsed throat their will be no way to leave him alive, there is too much evidence now. Once more Shannon lifts herself from his face, turning she straddles the mans thin chest. “ Well, this is it Mr., I’d love to come back and play some more, but with your neck injuries someone would surely get suspicious, and a perky little girl like me could never go to jail, time to go meet your wife old guy”. With those words Mr. Daniels begins to tear, he doesn’t want his life to end so abruptly, especially not like this. Shannon turns herself again, facing his feet, she sits for a moment, on the mans chest, pondering her actions to her self. Mr. Daniels frantically pushes at her back, kicking his legs, desperate to get the girl off of him, the resistance is so meek Shannon just sits their. Finally, while still being pushed against by the old man, Shannon raises her rear, straddles his face looking towards his feet and slams her ass down onto the face below her. This time around Shannon presses all her weight onto the old mans face, completely smothering him, the old mans nose now jammed up into two fleshy large mounds of blonde teenage ass. While perched on the near dead mans face Shannon brings her legs together, squeezing while smothering the man, the force she is inflicting on Mr. Daniels is excruciating. Shannon feels the mans chest, his heart beating out of rhythm, she then grabs his wrist to feel a pulse, that too is weakening. Its now time to focus, the blonde cheerleader leans forwards, hands holding his to the bed, her ass now jutting outwards pressing her weight into his face, Mr. Daniels last moments will be spent face pressed into cheerleader butt, what a travesty he thinks. Shannon remains firm and sturdy, like a killing machine in action, allowing no air for the old man. Mr. Daniels body twitches, chest heaving every so often, Shannon keeps her balance though, her rear remaining firmly planted to his face. Eventually the old mans struggles cease, he’s entering the final stages, Shannon presses down with all her might, the strength that comes from constant training for cheerleading, volleyball and softball, she feels the old mans face being buried deeper and deeper into her ass, checking again for a pulse she feels nothing, to just make sure though Shannon stays steady, keeping her crushing weight constant. After another five minutes she eases up, sitting up and no longer pushing, Shannon breathes a sigh of relief, exhausted and sweating herself. The blonde princess smiles contently, excited about her kill, putting her arms back to stretch, Shannon seductively sways from left to right, running her hand through her hair, eyes closed, a low rumbling sound emits from her seat, Shannon has farted onto the dead face below her, giggling, “Oops, guess that wont bother you now Mr.” With her kill complete Shannon finally rises from the form below her, examining the face she sees terror, with the old mans eyes still open, his battered and abused face giving her more giggles. With that Shannon puts her acting skills to work, running into the hall she cries “Nurse, nurse, it was awful, he, he tried to attack me, my grandfathers roommate attacked me, and, well, I had to fight back, I punched at his neck and he kept coming, then suddenly, he just fell back onto his bed, I think it was a heart attack”. With that the nurses run into Mr. Daniels room, the autopsy revealed he died of some sudden asphyxiation, not thinking to question such a well connected member of the community no investigation is taken. Mr. Daniels was born, had a wonderful life and family then died under the ass of a blonde teenager, who would have figured.
The End