Mr Couch
04-11-2010, 4:27 PM
Here is the story of the next chapter in the saga of Allie. Again, be warned. This is a very brutal and even possibly emotional story, with a woman killing a man. If that is a problem, please do not read further.
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Room 9B - Difficulties
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It had been nearly a week since Allie had killed Robert with her ass. She still could hardly believe what she had done that day, suffocating him by sitting on his face. She thought about it a lot. She also had woken up twice since with wet panties. That hadn't happened since ... it had been a long time. Today was to be her next execution, and she was excited. Still anxious, but there was more excitement running through her than anything else. Part of her still felt bad for what she did to Robert, and for what she would continue to do to those unfortunate enough to catch Sarapol. Allie knew she was doing her duty to her country, and someone had to do it. Why not her?
She didn't know anything more about this morning's execution other than it would be at 8:30am. Apparently, all Facility executions were done at that time, for now anyway. If there was a large batch of infected people, that would likely change. The Care Facility only had so many killing rooms. She finished her bagel with cream cheese, drank the rest of her coffee, and gathered her purse to head out the door.
Allie arrived at the Facility and waited in line again to get her execution details from the receptionist behind the desk. It was Karla again. The frosty-eyed woman gave her an even colder smile when it was her turn to approach the desk. A hard woman. Allie didn't know whether that coldness came from working here or it was just the woman's natural attitude. It didn't matter.
Karla told her that today's execution would be a 23 year old man, Jeff by name. He had decided on a naked execution and Allie would begin in 10 minutes. Thanking Karla, who gave her a noncommital grunt in return, Allie went over to the lounge to kill a little time before heading to room 9B. That was where Jeff would be waiting for her.
Plopping down in one of those blandly upholstered lounge chairs found everywhere from hospitals to dentist's offices, Allie collected her thoughts and steeled herself for this morning. Over the past week, she had given considerable pondering to her 2nd execution technique. She had dismissed any of the Blunt Trama techniques yet again, she wasn't ready for that. Would she ever be? Out of the Asphyxiation/Suffocation techniques, the face sitting one had still seemed the best. She didn't think it could be that bad to die that way. It had to be better than any of the Blunt Trauma techniques, they seemed so brutal. Allie knew it certainly wasn't pleasant to die by suffocation, but it couldn't be THAT bad either. It probably only took 3 minutes for the patient to pass out, if not less. Besides, Allie herself was a small woman, not weighing that much. When she had sat on Robert's face, she had only weighed 120 pounds. He hadn't shifted her from his face and her weight seemed able to hold his face and head where it was, with the help of the foam blocks anyway.
Allie had given thought to her weight as well, this past week since Robert. She had always wanted to do her best with any job, and this one was no exception. While 120 pounds seemed sufficient, and her ass had covered Robert's face well enough, she didn't want to take any chances, especially if she decided to sit on the face of a larger man. Or if he had a larger head. That was why she had gobbled ice cream and snacks until she almost puked, every single day since she had suffocated Robert. Allie was very glad she was skinny, but she had room to grow too. When she had stepped on the bathroom scale this morning, the digital readout had displayed 125 pounds. That was definitely preferable to 120 pounds in this line of work, she was still a slim girl, and she still wouldn't be that heavy on her patient's faces. Allie didn't know what the best weight would be, but she had decided that 130 pounds was still fine, and would see after that.
She didn't know how sitting on someone's face naked would be, but she was curious all the same. She had quickly determined that she would sit on Jeff the same way she had Robert, mostly so she didn't see his eyes while he suffocated. She wasn't up to that just yet. She didn't know if she would EVER be up to that. She had made sure to clean her ass well during her shower after she woke up. Knowing of the possibility of a naked execution had ensured that. Since Jeff had chosen a naked execution, Allie had quickly noted that she would want to spread her buttcheeks apart, as far apart as possible, in order to make certain her seal was sufficient.
Voices made her thoughts vanish and she turned her head, catching a glimpse of two young women, one slender and in her 20s, one a plump, motherly woman with touches of gray in her hair that rolled her hips as she walked. Before they reached the corner in the hall, Allie barely made out what sounded like "Stomping their face is more effective for me," which was met with a faint giggle. Allie thought the motherly woman was the one that had spoken. Shaking her head to bring herself back to the moment, Allie glanced at the clock hanging above the television. It was time to meet Jeff.
She found the room with 9B painted on it soon enough. It hadn't been very far from the lounge. Putting on a face of calm determination, she pulled on the door handle and swung open the door. Before she took her first step, she noticed that room 9B was a duplicate of room 14C from a week ago. Then as she continued a few feet in, she looked at Jeff. He was a sturdily handsome man, with a face that would have looked at home in the military. Muscular, with broad shoulders and a well-turned calf, he was a fine specimen. And she would sit on his face naked. Lovely.
Jeff seemed the quiet, stolid type, ready for what was to come. He hadn't said anything and looked like he wasn't going to, so Allie decided to break the silence herself. She wasn't against a quick conversation before an execution. At least she could tell him how he would die. "Hi Jeff. I will sit on your face and suffocate you to death. If you were wondering." She said it cheerfully, hoping to lighten his mood some and put any fears of his to rest.
The man lying bound in the leather straps didn't respond, but he did seem to half-smile when she finished speaking, the edges of his mouth turning upward slightly. Allie shrugged and nodded. No use wasting any more time. Taking off her shoes and socks, she then continued on with the rest of her clothes. Unbuttoning her blouse and putting it on the floor, she moved to her skirt. It was a knee-length red tartan number that was one of her favorites. It molded itself to her slender form well, almost scandalously. Blouse and skirt off, she slipped off her black silk panties and matching bra. She always saved the bra for last. It wasn't that she was ashamed of her relatively small breasts, but she wasn't exactly proud of them either.
The military-looking type on the floor still gave little sign he was not alone as she slowly walked over to him. She was very aware of her naked form, she didn't walk around naked much, even in the privacy of her own home. But she knew it was an attractive body, so it wasn't shameful at least. Just cold.
Once she had made her way over to Jeff, lying on his back in the middle of the room, Allie modified the lowering technique she had used with Robert. She would have to do it differently this time, since she needed to spread her asscheeks before sitting on the ruggedly handsome face below her. She straddled the man about even with his neck. Then she slowly bent her knees and lowered herself down into a crouch over his head, straddling him and putting both arms behind her for support. From this position, she balanced herself for a moment by shifting the weight in her legs. Then she brought her arms up from behind her and grabbed the insides of her buttcheeks. With a firm grip, Allie pulled her soft, fleshy buttcheeks apart and at the same time dropped fairly quickly onto Jeff's face.
Many sensations and events happened all at the same time. Allie felt the man's nose push hard up into her spread asscheeks, all the way up until it mashed into her asshole. It almost felt like his nose was threatening to push into her asshole! More than that, she also felt a good portion of his face meet the insides of her asscrack, wedging itself up in there. As soon as she landed with all the weight she had in this position, Allie let her hands slip out between her asscheeks and his face. She checked below her and saw that she was again on target, like she had been with Robert. When she had her full weight on Jeff's face, he wouldn't be able to breathe. As it was, his mouth was all but covered but still allowed a little breath in and out. Most of his upturned face was in direct contact with her ass, even the outer parts were underneath her pale cheeks.
Jeff had yet to utter a sound, he was definately the stolid type. Once Allie had let go of her asscheeks and checked her positioning on his face, she slowly brought both legs up off the floor, stretching them out across his body with her hands briefly using the floor for stability. And then her legs came to rest on Jeff's stomach and thighs. Shockingly, the man's nose that was once nestled hard up against her asshole, actually started to penetrate it, with her full weight now resting on him. She quickly made a decision to relax her asshole, maybe that would make it easier for his nose to penetrate into her anus. With his nose buried into her asshole, it made the possibility of him breathing even more impossible. It had begun.
She felt more than heard a muted groan from him, after she had brought all her weight to bear on his face. It warmed her pussy a little, and vibrated her bottom gently. Part of his nose had definitely broken through the rosebud puckering of her asshole, she realized. Not much, but some of it was most definitely in there! She could feel it. Allie looked down, checking her position again. When she craned her neck to see below her to the sides of his head, what she saw was a new thing. Aside from being red, the sides of his head were wrinkled down, wrinkled down in little bulging lines of skin, at least from what she could see through the gap between the foam blocks and his head. The wrinkled lines were from her weight, she realized. Very new indeed. She hadn't had the presence of mind to check Robert's head in this way, or if she had, it didn't register.
More groans made it to her ears sitting above him, most of their strength muffled before they could make it out of the confines of her naked bottom. Allie rested her hands on her thighs and patiently sat there on his face, in what she knew was the calm before the storm. When the suffocation would take hold of him and his body would thrash like a drunken marionette, limbs jerking and body twisting madly.
It had been nearly a minute by Allie's estimation when Jeff started to do more than his usual groaning. She couldn't help but compare him to Robert, her only other execution in this manner. Jeff was clearly doing better than Robert so far, at least openly. At nearly a minute into her sitting on his face, Jeff finally started to squirm around. In addition to his chest and limbs jerking and twisting, she could feel his face moving between her asscheeks, from side to side, trying to turn his head out of the cleft it was wedged into. The cleft that was the insides of her asscheeks, and deeper still ... her asshole. As Jeff was moving his head from side to side, that short centimeter to the blocks restraining his head and rebounding to the opposite foam wall, Allie became aware of what she was feeling on her ass. She was certainly crushing his face down hard with her fleshy ass. Also, she noticed that the inside cleft of her ass was very warm, and even sweaty. She could faintly feel the sweaty flesh of her buttcheeks sliding against the man's face, against HIS cheeks. He did slide a little, but not very far. As he bounced from foam block to foam block, he always returned to the same position up in her ass. Her ass had a firm grip of his face, its hot sweaty prison locking him in place. She also noticed that his nose still broke past her rosebud asshole, a very short distance into her anal passage itself. That might have helped secure the mold between her ass and his face, when he started his head shaking. Relaxing her asshole was a good idea.
Finally, after probably over a minute's time on his face, Jeff stopped his head shaking. He must have known it was useless. Although he did still groan into her ass, a little louder now. He was still doing his body twisting and limb jerking as well. She knew he had to be desperately wanting air now. Still sitting on his face like a chair at home, she still rested her hands on her thighs. Suddenly, one of his groans drew her attention. It was not the usual groan, not at all. Due to all her weight bearing down on his mouth as well as the rest of his face, he had had no chance to open it and still didn't. But that one groan HAD sounded like the word "no" and had a tone to match the word.
After Allie quickly determined that he had tried to say the word "no" and managed to groan it into her ass instead, she thought what it might mean. The obvious meaning was plain, he was in a lot of pain, needed to breathe, and was dying. But what if ... what if he wanted her to kill him in a different way? He obviously wasn't enjoying her ass crushing his face and suffocating him, but did that groan of a "no" also possibly mean more? He was an attractive man, and she felt for him. She would kill him, there was no way she could or even would sidestep that. But she could change her method of execution if that was what he wanted. She thought furiously.
With a few seconds of thoughts whirring through her head, she made a decision. She was going to get off of Jeff's face and ask him. She DID have 15 minutes to carry out this execution, and she had plenty of time left. Allie brought her hands up off her thighs and moved them behind her back to touch the floor. Then she moved her legs off of the body still jerking below her and planted her feet on either side of him. Then she felt his nose slide the short distance out of her asshole as the rest of his face, slippery with sweat, slowly unwedged itself from the cleft of her slippery, fleshy bottom -- as she raised it off of his face and stood up.
As soon as her sweaty ass cleared his face, she heard Jeff take a deep breath in a deep, raspy rush of air, filling his lungs. As she stood, he was heaving raspy breaths over and over and wheezing. She turned to face him, still straddling his bound body. He was in rough shape, by the look of his face. It was VERY red, with some purple mixed in. He had his eyes closed, still heaving in breaths, each one making a raspy whoosh sound. The rest of his head looked very red as well, like the worst sunburn imaginable.
Still studying his face, she said, "Did you want to be killed another way?," and waited for his reply. Was she right about that "no?"
Slowly opening very bloodshot eyes, the man lying under her took a few more deep breaths of air and rasped, "Yes, I would be very grateful if you chose a different way to kill me. I had promised myself that I wouldn't talk to you or yield an inch, but ... yes, I would like another way."
Allie knew this man had to know the general gist of options available to a Facility execution. She knew her face sitting method was very non-violent, relatively quick compared to some other methods, and probably one of the most pleasant ways to die here. Suffocation couldn't be that bad. Maybe this hulking beast of a man simply didn't want to be suffocated to death. Maybe he thought there was more honor in a more ... violent ... way of killing. She was still averse to any of the Blunt Trauma techniques listed in that information pamphlet, but for this handsome man, she could try. For him, she could.
She quickly skimmed through the Blunt Trauma techniques in her head, the ones she had read about, and decided on the face stomping one. With that one, she could square up with his face and look up at the wall instead of at him. It would also suit his violent, honorable death. She also faintly remembered what that motherly woman earlier this morning had said. If she could do it, Allie might be able to as well. She would try. Without a word, she started to step around his body, to move up towards his face, when she suddenly remembered the pole. She quickly stepped away from him and nearly ran to the door. Every execution room had a little closet next door in the hallway. Allie had nearly forgotten about it after Karla had mentioned it last week. After all, she had been completely focused on that first kill, and she hadn't needed any items from the closet then. She opened the door, walked out into the hallway, and opened what must be the closet door a few feet away. Once inside, she flipped the lightswitch and scanned the tiny closet for the item she needed. Amid mostly straps, restraints, and other bracing apparatus, she spotted what she needed in the middle of the floor.
The pole wasn't really a pole in the normal sense. It looked to be very similar to one side of a dip rack in gyms. Made of aluminum, it was only a few feet wide on top, with the top aluminum pipe connected to the ground by way of two "legs" on each end. A third leg jutted from the middle of the top piece at a 45 degree angle to help stabilize the pole. Being roughly 4 feet high, she could grab that top bar and use it for balance as she stomped on Jeff's face.
Picking up the lightweight pole with one hand, she turned off the light and closed the closet door. Opening the door to 9B again, she made her way inside, and noticed that Jeff looked considerably recovered from his previous ordeal, appearing to breathe in what was almost a normal manner and no longer rasping. Then a thought struck her like a punch to the belly. She had gone to the closet and back completely naked! She then told herself it didn't matter since no one had seen her.
Shaking off that trivial thought, Allie closed the door and walked towards Jeff. Once she was standing at the side of his head, she put the aluminum pole a couple feet above his head, the top of his head pointing towards the middle of the top bar and the bracing bar behind it. Allie was nervous, all but a scrap of any excitement burned away like ash. She had no idea what to expect from stomping on his face, so she was hesitant to move beyond putting her hand firmly on the top of the bar, near the middle. Her hand was shaking. Her ass was still sweaty and she realized the bottoms of her feet were too. She quickly rubbed off some of the sweat on the carpet.
Since Jeff showed no urge to talk anymore, and Allie certainly didn't now, it was time to begin. Still somewhat leaning on the pole being gripped in her left hand, she moved her right foot until her ankle was touching the top of his head. She had on blue nail polish today, she liked the color blue and it was one of her top choices for nail polish on her toes. She had never cared overly about her feet, but she had always assumed they were good-looking as far as feet went. Wearing a size 6 shoe, she had slender feet with generous arches. Her big toes were a little longer than any of her other toes, with the toes next to her big ones being 2nd longest. She knew some people had big toes that were not their longest toes, but not her.
Allie suddenly but hesitantly brought her right foot from the top of Jeff's head and brought it down on his forehead, making a soft thud. He didn't utter a sound. Emboldened by the action, Allie quickly raised her blue-painted toes and foot, bringing it down again on his forehead, harder this time. It made a little louder thwacking thud. Quickly, she raised her foot again and brought it down, a little harder still. He finally made a grunt. Filled with new adrenaline and new determination from the grunt, Allie began stomping on his forehead repeatedly. Gradually quickening the thrusts of her leg, she buckled down on the pole with her left hand. Each stomp of her slender feet got a little quicker and a little harder, as she slammed her pink sole and heel down on his forehead with a loud slapping thud signaling each stomp. Jeff had started to grunt repeatedly now, fairly loud grunts of pain as the bottoms of her feet met his forehead. It was a hard forehead she thought. This was probably doing little more than give him a headache, in addition to the bottoms of her feet getting gradually more sore. It would likely take a very long time to kill him this way, regardless of when she knocked him out.
She brought her foot up off his red forehead and and moved it down to poise over his nose. Allie knew that if she could break his nose and drive it through his brain, it would kill him quickly. She moved the pole a couple inches closer to his head to suit her new target and began. The first stomp of her blue-toed foot came down on his nose in the middle of her pink sole. He gave a little cry of pain as Allie felt the hard contact to the sensitive pink middle part of her foot. It hurt! Deciding that was no longer the way to do it, she altered her foot so her heel would catch his nose instead. Then she brought it down with all the force she could muster and heard a crunch like a twig snapping. The man shouted out in pain this time, and then produced a long, soft grunt of pain.
She felt wetness on the underside of her foot and brought it up off the man's nose to see blood starting to come out of his nostrils. She assumed there was also blood on the bottom of her foot. That was what the wet feeling was. Jeff had his eyes scrunched closed tightly. Allie had told herself she would try it this way since Jeff wanted it, so she positioned her heel so it was right above his nose, looked up at an area of the wall in front of her, and started to repeatedly bring her heel down on his nose hard, over and over. Trying to shut out the loud sounds of him crying out, she stared at that wall and felt her heel come down to crush his bloodied nose, with loud squishing thuds every time, and ever few stomps being met with more cracking noises. After maybe 10 or so stomps to his nose, Jeff started screaming, a loud sound that cut through the thuds and cracks.
As Jeff was screaming, Allie focused on bringing her heel down on his nose with as much force as possible, holding the aluminum pole in a white-knuckled grip and trying to make ever shot count. His nose had to reach his brain. It had to! But for the next dozen stomps, nothing changed. Her stomps to his nose were met with fewer cracking noises, but those same awful thuds still came, and so did the screaming.
Once his screaming started to get truly piercing, Allie thought she had probably stomped on his nose a good 25 times. The bottom of her foot was slick with what was certainly his blood, and she had to do something. She stopped her foot a good foot above his face and fearfully looked down at him. As soon as she stopped stomping on his nose, his screaming died down to a constant guttural moaning and a nasally gurgle sound from him apparently trying to test breathing through his nose. When her eyes focused on his face, she gasped. His nose was most assuredly broken, bleeding profusely, but still in the same general location where it had always been. He was breathing hard through his mouth, for some reason gulping in air but still not talking. Other than that one request, he was still holding onto his promise. His face was red, with his nose even redder, from what Allie could see through the crimson coating of blood. There was blood covering his nose and some that had been splattered onto his cheeks and chin, even a little on his forehead, being shot off his nose from her stomps. Allie could see blood on both sides of the bottom of her foot, and in the insides of a couple of her toes. She saw a red drop of blood fall next to his nose. From the bottom of her foot, she realized.
This was not going well. His nose seemed to be nearly invincible to her, it was obvious to Allie that it was not going to lodge into his brain anytime soon. With a cry of hopelessness, she jerked her head up to stare at the wall and started to stomp his WHOLE face. Stomping as hard as she could, she felt her foot land on his nose a lot, felt it strike his mouth, with another cracking sound. She kept staring at the wall and stomping his face, bringing her foot down again and again. Hearing cracks as her foot came down with sickening thuds. Then she heard him crying. With her blue-toes and feet coming down on this poor man's face, she could hear him crying, no bawling, now. He was bawling and gasping for breath, and grunting in pain each time her slender foot came down hard on him like a hammer. This was too much. With him bawling under her foot, she finally cracked. Allie started crying herself then, sobbing at what she was doing. Tears rolling down her own bawling face, she felt herself stomp on his face a few more times before she let herself stop. She was a non-violent girl, much preferring soft romantic movies to action movies with shooting and killing. This was leaps and bounds beyond a movie.
Still bawling and hearing Jeff bawl lying there on the floor, she did the only thing she could think of. She let go of the pole and walked over and stopped just past his head, straddling him. She had tried not to look at his face as she had passed it, but she had seen that most of his face was covered in blood now, and his open mouth, still gulping air and sobbing, had gaps where teeth used to be. Bawling harder now for the look of his beaten face, Allie quickly and jerkily repeated her previous face sitting motions, anxious to be rid of the sound of Jeff bawling below her. In an uncoordinated effort, she quickly repeated the motions to sit on his face. As she got to the part where she would spread her buttcheeks, she pulled them open and then more or less plopped her ass down onto his face. His crying suddenly cut off as her ass ate his face, and she felt his nose deeply penetrate her anus, entering her anal passage MUCH further than it had the first time, he probably had half of his nose inside her. It felt like his entire face was slick, it was probably the lubrication of the blood that had driven his nose into her asshole. Also, as soon as she plopped that last distance onto his face with a wet squelch, and felt his nose enter her asshole, she heard what sounded like a loud scream vibrate through her pussy. Allie was suddenly horrified because she thought she knew what brought that scream. His broken nose, the nose she had stomped on, was lodged inside her asshole. She quickly brought her legs up off the floor to rest again, stretched out on his body. She then saw her right foot bloody the right pants leg of Jeff's blue gauzy Facility outfit.
Staring at the gradually growing spot of blood on Jeff's leg, Allie brought her hands from her sides and squeezed them against her naked stomach, fighting the urge to throw up. She noticed her body trembling, trembling like a leaf in high wind. Still bawling like a baby, she sat there on his face, with his nose impaling her nude asshole. The mold between her ass and his face could only be described as wet, his blood a thin pool in between.
Crying, Allie had to end this now. End this as soon as possible! So she started to bounce on his face, being careful not to lift off at all or allow her buttcheeks gripping his face to come any further together. Not one breath! As she bounced down on his face, she could feel her asshole swallowing more and more of his nose, lodging it deeper and deeper within her. She moved her hands away from where they were pressing against her middle, so she could pull apart her buttcheeks on some of the downward thrusts of her ass. She was still weeping, sitting there naked on his face, her tears splashing onto her chest and rolling down. She couldn't help it. By this time, Jeff was making all sorts of horrible, inhuman noises into her pale ass as it mashed his head into the floor. She thought if her fleshy buttocks weren't muffling and preventing the full sounds, he would be shrieking and gurgling at the same time. She shuddered, wiping some of the tears slowly trickling down her face as she continued to bounce on his face.
What else could she do? What else WAS there to do? Then came an idea, that she took hold of like a man dying of thirst violently snatching a bottle of water. With the twin prods of desperation and hope, she reached with her small hands down between the sides of his head and the foam blocks holding it in place. A surge of relief shot through her then, as her fingers met shag carpet. Sliding her fingers across the tufts of furry shag, she felt her fingers meet his hairy head. Digging her fingers between the carpet and the back of his head on both sides, she grunted softly, trying to get in as far as possible. It wasn't far since all her weight was pushing his head into the carpet, but she firmly dug in with her fingers, where his head met the carpet. And pulled upward, straining with all the might her precarious grip would allow, trying to pull his head even harder up into her ass. It wasn't hard, it couldn't have been more than an extra 15 pounds of weight on his face. With a strangled cry, Allie craned her neck to look down at the side of his head, looking for anything, any ideas that might make his death quicker. All the while, Jeff was still making those horrible sounds into her butt.
Looking at the side of his head, she saw that he had shaggy hair, beautiful dark shaggy hair. She brought her hands up from their position near the floor and gripped his hair on both sides of his head. Shifting her hands, grasping at his hair, she grasped until she had a solid handful in each hand. Then she pulled, pulled with all the strength left in her.
Still bawling, Allie gripped a handful of Jeff's hair on either side of his head and strained with her small arms, pulling as hard as she could, forcing his face into her ass. Then realized through the sensation of wetness covering her ass, through the crushing feel of her ass on his face, she could feel his entire nose buried to the hilt inside her asshole. Jeff was going nuts, thrashing at the leather bonds that held him in place, desperately twisting every part of his body in a useless attempt to free himself from Allie's butt. She could feel his face sliding wetly between her buttcheeks, hardly moving but shifting the small fleshy globes of her ass. For what seemed half an hour, he moaned and screamed into her ass, while his body threw itself at the straps and his head careened back and forth that short distance between the foam blocks.
Eventually, with Allie's arms starting to give out, the man dying under her stopped making those terrible sounds. Allie didn't think they would ever stop. With a soft sobbing whimper, she let her hands let those handfuls of beautiful hair go and drug her sluggish, burning arms over to slump on her legs. She watched Jeff kick for a short while, lazy jerks of his legs and feet. Then there was stillness as well as silence. Well, silence from him. She was still sobbing quietly and snuffling through her nose.
She used the time needed to remain sitting on his face, still with his nose lodged inside her asshole, to try composing herself. Slowly, she managed to quit snuffling and muted her crying to silence, trying to wipe tears from her face. After maybe 6 or 7 minutes sitting there, her head whipped around to the sound of the door opening. One of the serving women, a slender grandmotherly woman, slowly walked in.
"Your 15 minutes is up," she said with a frown on her face. "Get up off him and I'll check to see if he's dead. If he's not, we will be sending in another staff member to finish up." Allie brought her feet down and planted them on the floor, feeling Jeff's entire nose slip out of her asshole as her ass squelched loudly off of his face as she stood up. She shakily and more than a little nervously stepped over his body and moved a short distance away, watching the serving woman walk over to Jeff and bend down. The woman's back was in the way, but Allie thought she saw a flash of metal being pulled out of her coat pocket and then move towards his chest. Holding her breath, she waiting for the serving woman to speak.
"He's dead, you can rest easy," the woman said into the silence. "You sure did a number on him, didn't you? Well, its not a surprise with the rules governing executions here. I've seen much worse, especially from new staff like yourself." The serving woman didn't seem concerned with the body in front of her at all. Or at the blood.
The blood, Allie thought, looking down. She could still see red on the sides of her right foot and between her glossy blue toes, bringing it off the floor revealed a red stain on the carpet. Allie quickly looked around on the floor, spotting several footprints where she had walked on the carpet. She refused to look at Jeff's face, so she didn't see how much blood was on the carpet there, but she did notice that her ass itself was dripping blood every few seconds onto the carpet below her. The backs of her legs had drops of blood on them as well, slowly sliding down her skin. Some had made it all the way down to the floor. "Is ... is the blood going to be a problem," she asked the serving woman hesitantly.
"No, don't worry about it. It cleans out easily enough from the shag carpet in all the execution rooms. You're free to leave you know."
Allie jerkily half-staggered to the door where her clothes and shoes were. Hastily donning them, not even bothering to make herself look presentable, she left room 9B, still shaking at her ordeal. Passing the receptionist desk, she doubled back to wait in line to ask Karla if there was a chance the Facility had something to cover her car seat with. The backside of her skirt was almost certainly soaked through with blood, and there was that blood on her legs, too. When she told Karla her problem, the receptionist simply smiled at her and reached down to one of the metal cabinets under her desk. Pulling out the metal cabinet door, she reached inside and pulled out a cheap-looking plastic sheet. It looked to be big enough to cover her car seat.
After opening her car door and spreading the plastic sheet over the entire driver's side seat and most of the floor, Allie got in with a wet ass and started to drive home. Her mind was racing even faster than the car.
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Room 9B - Difficulties
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It had been nearly a week since Allie had killed Robert with her ass. She still could hardly believe what she had done that day, suffocating him by sitting on his face. She thought about it a lot. She also had woken up twice since with wet panties. That hadn't happened since ... it had been a long time. Today was to be her next execution, and she was excited. Still anxious, but there was more excitement running through her than anything else. Part of her still felt bad for what she did to Robert, and for what she would continue to do to those unfortunate enough to catch Sarapol. Allie knew she was doing her duty to her country, and someone had to do it. Why not her?
She didn't know anything more about this morning's execution other than it would be at 8:30am. Apparently, all Facility executions were done at that time, for now anyway. If there was a large batch of infected people, that would likely change. The Care Facility only had so many killing rooms. She finished her bagel with cream cheese, drank the rest of her coffee, and gathered her purse to head out the door.
Allie arrived at the Facility and waited in line again to get her execution details from the receptionist behind the desk. It was Karla again. The frosty-eyed woman gave her an even colder smile when it was her turn to approach the desk. A hard woman. Allie didn't know whether that coldness came from working here or it was just the woman's natural attitude. It didn't matter.
Karla told her that today's execution would be a 23 year old man, Jeff by name. He had decided on a naked execution and Allie would begin in 10 minutes. Thanking Karla, who gave her a noncommital grunt in return, Allie went over to the lounge to kill a little time before heading to room 9B. That was where Jeff would be waiting for her.
Plopping down in one of those blandly upholstered lounge chairs found everywhere from hospitals to dentist's offices, Allie collected her thoughts and steeled herself for this morning. Over the past week, she had given considerable pondering to her 2nd execution technique. She had dismissed any of the Blunt Trama techniques yet again, she wasn't ready for that. Would she ever be? Out of the Asphyxiation/Suffocation techniques, the face sitting one had still seemed the best. She didn't think it could be that bad to die that way. It had to be better than any of the Blunt Trauma techniques, they seemed so brutal. Allie knew it certainly wasn't pleasant to die by suffocation, but it couldn't be THAT bad either. It probably only took 3 minutes for the patient to pass out, if not less. Besides, Allie herself was a small woman, not weighing that much. When she had sat on Robert's face, she had only weighed 120 pounds. He hadn't shifted her from his face and her weight seemed able to hold his face and head where it was, with the help of the foam blocks anyway.
Allie had given thought to her weight as well, this past week since Robert. She had always wanted to do her best with any job, and this one was no exception. While 120 pounds seemed sufficient, and her ass had covered Robert's face well enough, she didn't want to take any chances, especially if she decided to sit on the face of a larger man. Or if he had a larger head. That was why she had gobbled ice cream and snacks until she almost puked, every single day since she had suffocated Robert. Allie was very glad she was skinny, but she had room to grow too. When she had stepped on the bathroom scale this morning, the digital readout had displayed 125 pounds. That was definitely preferable to 120 pounds in this line of work, she was still a slim girl, and she still wouldn't be that heavy on her patient's faces. Allie didn't know what the best weight would be, but she had decided that 130 pounds was still fine, and would see after that.
She didn't know how sitting on someone's face naked would be, but she was curious all the same. She had quickly determined that she would sit on Jeff the same way she had Robert, mostly so she didn't see his eyes while he suffocated. She wasn't up to that just yet. She didn't know if she would EVER be up to that. She had made sure to clean her ass well during her shower after she woke up. Knowing of the possibility of a naked execution had ensured that. Since Jeff had chosen a naked execution, Allie had quickly noted that she would want to spread her buttcheeks apart, as far apart as possible, in order to make certain her seal was sufficient.
Voices made her thoughts vanish and she turned her head, catching a glimpse of two young women, one slender and in her 20s, one a plump, motherly woman with touches of gray in her hair that rolled her hips as she walked. Before they reached the corner in the hall, Allie barely made out what sounded like "Stomping their face is more effective for me," which was met with a faint giggle. Allie thought the motherly woman was the one that had spoken. Shaking her head to bring herself back to the moment, Allie glanced at the clock hanging above the television. It was time to meet Jeff.
She found the room with 9B painted on it soon enough. It hadn't been very far from the lounge. Putting on a face of calm determination, she pulled on the door handle and swung open the door. Before she took her first step, she noticed that room 9B was a duplicate of room 14C from a week ago. Then as she continued a few feet in, she looked at Jeff. He was a sturdily handsome man, with a face that would have looked at home in the military. Muscular, with broad shoulders and a well-turned calf, he was a fine specimen. And she would sit on his face naked. Lovely.
Jeff seemed the quiet, stolid type, ready for what was to come. He hadn't said anything and looked like he wasn't going to, so Allie decided to break the silence herself. She wasn't against a quick conversation before an execution. At least she could tell him how he would die. "Hi Jeff. I will sit on your face and suffocate you to death. If you were wondering." She said it cheerfully, hoping to lighten his mood some and put any fears of his to rest.
The man lying bound in the leather straps didn't respond, but he did seem to half-smile when she finished speaking, the edges of his mouth turning upward slightly. Allie shrugged and nodded. No use wasting any more time. Taking off her shoes and socks, she then continued on with the rest of her clothes. Unbuttoning her blouse and putting it on the floor, she moved to her skirt. It was a knee-length red tartan number that was one of her favorites. It molded itself to her slender form well, almost scandalously. Blouse and skirt off, she slipped off her black silk panties and matching bra. She always saved the bra for last. It wasn't that she was ashamed of her relatively small breasts, but she wasn't exactly proud of them either.
The military-looking type on the floor still gave little sign he was not alone as she slowly walked over to him. She was very aware of her naked form, she didn't walk around naked much, even in the privacy of her own home. But she knew it was an attractive body, so it wasn't shameful at least. Just cold.
Once she had made her way over to Jeff, lying on his back in the middle of the room, Allie modified the lowering technique she had used with Robert. She would have to do it differently this time, since she needed to spread her asscheeks before sitting on the ruggedly handsome face below her. She straddled the man about even with his neck. Then she slowly bent her knees and lowered herself down into a crouch over his head, straddling him and putting both arms behind her for support. From this position, she balanced herself for a moment by shifting the weight in her legs. Then she brought her arms up from behind her and grabbed the insides of her buttcheeks. With a firm grip, Allie pulled her soft, fleshy buttcheeks apart and at the same time dropped fairly quickly onto Jeff's face.
Many sensations and events happened all at the same time. Allie felt the man's nose push hard up into her spread asscheeks, all the way up until it mashed into her asshole. It almost felt like his nose was threatening to push into her asshole! More than that, she also felt a good portion of his face meet the insides of her asscrack, wedging itself up in there. As soon as she landed with all the weight she had in this position, Allie let her hands slip out between her asscheeks and his face. She checked below her and saw that she was again on target, like she had been with Robert. When she had her full weight on Jeff's face, he wouldn't be able to breathe. As it was, his mouth was all but covered but still allowed a little breath in and out. Most of his upturned face was in direct contact with her ass, even the outer parts were underneath her pale cheeks.
Jeff had yet to utter a sound, he was definately the stolid type. Once Allie had let go of her asscheeks and checked her positioning on his face, she slowly brought both legs up off the floor, stretching them out across his body with her hands briefly using the floor for stability. And then her legs came to rest on Jeff's stomach and thighs. Shockingly, the man's nose that was once nestled hard up against her asshole, actually started to penetrate it, with her full weight now resting on him. She quickly made a decision to relax her asshole, maybe that would make it easier for his nose to penetrate into her anus. With his nose buried into her asshole, it made the possibility of him breathing even more impossible. It had begun.
She felt more than heard a muted groan from him, after she had brought all her weight to bear on his face. It warmed her pussy a little, and vibrated her bottom gently. Part of his nose had definitely broken through the rosebud puckering of her asshole, she realized. Not much, but some of it was most definitely in there! She could feel it. Allie looked down, checking her position again. When she craned her neck to see below her to the sides of his head, what she saw was a new thing. Aside from being red, the sides of his head were wrinkled down, wrinkled down in little bulging lines of skin, at least from what she could see through the gap between the foam blocks and his head. The wrinkled lines were from her weight, she realized. Very new indeed. She hadn't had the presence of mind to check Robert's head in this way, or if she had, it didn't register.
More groans made it to her ears sitting above him, most of their strength muffled before they could make it out of the confines of her naked bottom. Allie rested her hands on her thighs and patiently sat there on his face, in what she knew was the calm before the storm. When the suffocation would take hold of him and his body would thrash like a drunken marionette, limbs jerking and body twisting madly.
It had been nearly a minute by Allie's estimation when Jeff started to do more than his usual groaning. She couldn't help but compare him to Robert, her only other execution in this manner. Jeff was clearly doing better than Robert so far, at least openly. At nearly a minute into her sitting on his face, Jeff finally started to squirm around. In addition to his chest and limbs jerking and twisting, she could feel his face moving between her asscheeks, from side to side, trying to turn his head out of the cleft it was wedged into. The cleft that was the insides of her asscheeks, and deeper still ... her asshole. As Jeff was moving his head from side to side, that short centimeter to the blocks restraining his head and rebounding to the opposite foam wall, Allie became aware of what she was feeling on her ass. She was certainly crushing his face down hard with her fleshy ass. Also, she noticed that the inside cleft of her ass was very warm, and even sweaty. She could faintly feel the sweaty flesh of her buttcheeks sliding against the man's face, against HIS cheeks. He did slide a little, but not very far. As he bounced from foam block to foam block, he always returned to the same position up in her ass. Her ass had a firm grip of his face, its hot sweaty prison locking him in place. She also noticed that his nose still broke past her rosebud asshole, a very short distance into her anal passage itself. That might have helped secure the mold between her ass and his face, when he started his head shaking. Relaxing her asshole was a good idea.
Finally, after probably over a minute's time on his face, Jeff stopped his head shaking. He must have known it was useless. Although he did still groan into her ass, a little louder now. He was still doing his body twisting and limb jerking as well. She knew he had to be desperately wanting air now. Still sitting on his face like a chair at home, she still rested her hands on her thighs. Suddenly, one of his groans drew her attention. It was not the usual groan, not at all. Due to all her weight bearing down on his mouth as well as the rest of his face, he had had no chance to open it and still didn't. But that one groan HAD sounded like the word "no" and had a tone to match the word.
After Allie quickly determined that he had tried to say the word "no" and managed to groan it into her ass instead, she thought what it might mean. The obvious meaning was plain, he was in a lot of pain, needed to breathe, and was dying. But what if ... what if he wanted her to kill him in a different way? He obviously wasn't enjoying her ass crushing his face and suffocating him, but did that groan of a "no" also possibly mean more? He was an attractive man, and she felt for him. She would kill him, there was no way she could or even would sidestep that. But she could change her method of execution if that was what he wanted. She thought furiously.
With a few seconds of thoughts whirring through her head, she made a decision. She was going to get off of Jeff's face and ask him. She DID have 15 minutes to carry out this execution, and she had plenty of time left. Allie brought her hands up off her thighs and moved them behind her back to touch the floor. Then she moved her legs off of the body still jerking below her and planted her feet on either side of him. Then she felt his nose slide the short distance out of her asshole as the rest of his face, slippery with sweat, slowly unwedged itself from the cleft of her slippery, fleshy bottom -- as she raised it off of his face and stood up.
As soon as her sweaty ass cleared his face, she heard Jeff take a deep breath in a deep, raspy rush of air, filling his lungs. As she stood, he was heaving raspy breaths over and over and wheezing. She turned to face him, still straddling his bound body. He was in rough shape, by the look of his face. It was VERY red, with some purple mixed in. He had his eyes closed, still heaving in breaths, each one making a raspy whoosh sound. The rest of his head looked very red as well, like the worst sunburn imaginable.
Still studying his face, she said, "Did you want to be killed another way?," and waited for his reply. Was she right about that "no?"
Slowly opening very bloodshot eyes, the man lying under her took a few more deep breaths of air and rasped, "Yes, I would be very grateful if you chose a different way to kill me. I had promised myself that I wouldn't talk to you or yield an inch, but ... yes, I would like another way."
Allie knew this man had to know the general gist of options available to a Facility execution. She knew her face sitting method was very non-violent, relatively quick compared to some other methods, and probably one of the most pleasant ways to die here. Suffocation couldn't be that bad. Maybe this hulking beast of a man simply didn't want to be suffocated to death. Maybe he thought there was more honor in a more ... violent ... way of killing. She was still averse to any of the Blunt Trauma techniques listed in that information pamphlet, but for this handsome man, she could try. For him, she could.
She quickly skimmed through the Blunt Trauma techniques in her head, the ones she had read about, and decided on the face stomping one. With that one, she could square up with his face and look up at the wall instead of at him. It would also suit his violent, honorable death. She also faintly remembered what that motherly woman earlier this morning had said. If she could do it, Allie might be able to as well. She would try. Without a word, she started to step around his body, to move up towards his face, when she suddenly remembered the pole. She quickly stepped away from him and nearly ran to the door. Every execution room had a little closet next door in the hallway. Allie had nearly forgotten about it after Karla had mentioned it last week. After all, she had been completely focused on that first kill, and she hadn't needed any items from the closet then. She opened the door, walked out into the hallway, and opened what must be the closet door a few feet away. Once inside, she flipped the lightswitch and scanned the tiny closet for the item she needed. Amid mostly straps, restraints, and other bracing apparatus, she spotted what she needed in the middle of the floor.
The pole wasn't really a pole in the normal sense. It looked to be very similar to one side of a dip rack in gyms. Made of aluminum, it was only a few feet wide on top, with the top aluminum pipe connected to the ground by way of two "legs" on each end. A third leg jutted from the middle of the top piece at a 45 degree angle to help stabilize the pole. Being roughly 4 feet high, she could grab that top bar and use it for balance as she stomped on Jeff's face.
Picking up the lightweight pole with one hand, she turned off the light and closed the closet door. Opening the door to 9B again, she made her way inside, and noticed that Jeff looked considerably recovered from his previous ordeal, appearing to breathe in what was almost a normal manner and no longer rasping. Then a thought struck her like a punch to the belly. She had gone to the closet and back completely naked! She then told herself it didn't matter since no one had seen her.
Shaking off that trivial thought, Allie closed the door and walked towards Jeff. Once she was standing at the side of his head, she put the aluminum pole a couple feet above his head, the top of his head pointing towards the middle of the top bar and the bracing bar behind it. Allie was nervous, all but a scrap of any excitement burned away like ash. She had no idea what to expect from stomping on his face, so she was hesitant to move beyond putting her hand firmly on the top of the bar, near the middle. Her hand was shaking. Her ass was still sweaty and she realized the bottoms of her feet were too. She quickly rubbed off some of the sweat on the carpet.
Since Jeff showed no urge to talk anymore, and Allie certainly didn't now, it was time to begin. Still somewhat leaning on the pole being gripped in her left hand, she moved her right foot until her ankle was touching the top of his head. She had on blue nail polish today, she liked the color blue and it was one of her top choices for nail polish on her toes. She had never cared overly about her feet, but she had always assumed they were good-looking as far as feet went. Wearing a size 6 shoe, she had slender feet with generous arches. Her big toes were a little longer than any of her other toes, with the toes next to her big ones being 2nd longest. She knew some people had big toes that were not their longest toes, but not her.
Allie suddenly but hesitantly brought her right foot from the top of Jeff's head and brought it down on his forehead, making a soft thud. He didn't utter a sound. Emboldened by the action, Allie quickly raised her blue-painted toes and foot, bringing it down again on his forehead, harder this time. It made a little louder thwacking thud. Quickly, she raised her foot again and brought it down, a little harder still. He finally made a grunt. Filled with new adrenaline and new determination from the grunt, Allie began stomping on his forehead repeatedly. Gradually quickening the thrusts of her leg, she buckled down on the pole with her left hand. Each stomp of her slender feet got a little quicker and a little harder, as she slammed her pink sole and heel down on his forehead with a loud slapping thud signaling each stomp. Jeff had started to grunt repeatedly now, fairly loud grunts of pain as the bottoms of her feet met his forehead. It was a hard forehead she thought. This was probably doing little more than give him a headache, in addition to the bottoms of her feet getting gradually more sore. It would likely take a very long time to kill him this way, regardless of when she knocked him out.
She brought her foot up off his red forehead and and moved it down to poise over his nose. Allie knew that if she could break his nose and drive it through his brain, it would kill him quickly. She moved the pole a couple inches closer to his head to suit her new target and began. The first stomp of her blue-toed foot came down on his nose in the middle of her pink sole. He gave a little cry of pain as Allie felt the hard contact to the sensitive pink middle part of her foot. It hurt! Deciding that was no longer the way to do it, she altered her foot so her heel would catch his nose instead. Then she brought it down with all the force she could muster and heard a crunch like a twig snapping. The man shouted out in pain this time, and then produced a long, soft grunt of pain.
She felt wetness on the underside of her foot and brought it up off the man's nose to see blood starting to come out of his nostrils. She assumed there was also blood on the bottom of her foot. That was what the wet feeling was. Jeff had his eyes scrunched closed tightly. Allie had told herself she would try it this way since Jeff wanted it, so she positioned her heel so it was right above his nose, looked up at an area of the wall in front of her, and started to repeatedly bring her heel down on his nose hard, over and over. Trying to shut out the loud sounds of him crying out, she stared at that wall and felt her heel come down to crush his bloodied nose, with loud squishing thuds every time, and ever few stomps being met with more cracking noises. After maybe 10 or so stomps to his nose, Jeff started screaming, a loud sound that cut through the thuds and cracks.
As Jeff was screaming, Allie focused on bringing her heel down on his nose with as much force as possible, holding the aluminum pole in a white-knuckled grip and trying to make ever shot count. His nose had to reach his brain. It had to! But for the next dozen stomps, nothing changed. Her stomps to his nose were met with fewer cracking noises, but those same awful thuds still came, and so did the screaming.
Once his screaming started to get truly piercing, Allie thought she had probably stomped on his nose a good 25 times. The bottom of her foot was slick with what was certainly his blood, and she had to do something. She stopped her foot a good foot above his face and fearfully looked down at him. As soon as she stopped stomping on his nose, his screaming died down to a constant guttural moaning and a nasally gurgle sound from him apparently trying to test breathing through his nose. When her eyes focused on his face, she gasped. His nose was most assuredly broken, bleeding profusely, but still in the same general location where it had always been. He was breathing hard through his mouth, for some reason gulping in air but still not talking. Other than that one request, he was still holding onto his promise. His face was red, with his nose even redder, from what Allie could see through the crimson coating of blood. There was blood covering his nose and some that had been splattered onto his cheeks and chin, even a little on his forehead, being shot off his nose from her stomps. Allie could see blood on both sides of the bottom of her foot, and in the insides of a couple of her toes. She saw a red drop of blood fall next to his nose. From the bottom of her foot, she realized.
This was not going well. His nose seemed to be nearly invincible to her, it was obvious to Allie that it was not going to lodge into his brain anytime soon. With a cry of hopelessness, she jerked her head up to stare at the wall and started to stomp his WHOLE face. Stomping as hard as she could, she felt her foot land on his nose a lot, felt it strike his mouth, with another cracking sound. She kept staring at the wall and stomping his face, bringing her foot down again and again. Hearing cracks as her foot came down with sickening thuds. Then she heard him crying. With her blue-toes and feet coming down on this poor man's face, she could hear him crying, no bawling, now. He was bawling and gasping for breath, and grunting in pain each time her slender foot came down hard on him like a hammer. This was too much. With him bawling under her foot, she finally cracked. Allie started crying herself then, sobbing at what she was doing. Tears rolling down her own bawling face, she felt herself stomp on his face a few more times before she let herself stop. She was a non-violent girl, much preferring soft romantic movies to action movies with shooting and killing. This was leaps and bounds beyond a movie.
Still bawling and hearing Jeff bawl lying there on the floor, she did the only thing she could think of. She let go of the pole and walked over and stopped just past his head, straddling him. She had tried not to look at his face as she had passed it, but she had seen that most of his face was covered in blood now, and his open mouth, still gulping air and sobbing, had gaps where teeth used to be. Bawling harder now for the look of his beaten face, Allie quickly and jerkily repeated her previous face sitting motions, anxious to be rid of the sound of Jeff bawling below her. In an uncoordinated effort, she quickly repeated the motions to sit on his face. As she got to the part where she would spread her buttcheeks, she pulled them open and then more or less plopped her ass down onto his face. His crying suddenly cut off as her ass ate his face, and she felt his nose deeply penetrate her anus, entering her anal passage MUCH further than it had the first time, he probably had half of his nose inside her. It felt like his entire face was slick, it was probably the lubrication of the blood that had driven his nose into her asshole. Also, as soon as she plopped that last distance onto his face with a wet squelch, and felt his nose enter her asshole, she heard what sounded like a loud scream vibrate through her pussy. Allie was suddenly horrified because she thought she knew what brought that scream. His broken nose, the nose she had stomped on, was lodged inside her asshole. She quickly brought her legs up off the floor to rest again, stretched out on his body. She then saw her right foot bloody the right pants leg of Jeff's blue gauzy Facility outfit.
Staring at the gradually growing spot of blood on Jeff's leg, Allie brought her hands from her sides and squeezed them against her naked stomach, fighting the urge to throw up. She noticed her body trembling, trembling like a leaf in high wind. Still bawling like a baby, she sat there on his face, with his nose impaling her nude asshole. The mold between her ass and his face could only be described as wet, his blood a thin pool in between.
Crying, Allie had to end this now. End this as soon as possible! So she started to bounce on his face, being careful not to lift off at all or allow her buttcheeks gripping his face to come any further together. Not one breath! As she bounced down on his face, she could feel her asshole swallowing more and more of his nose, lodging it deeper and deeper within her. She moved her hands away from where they were pressing against her middle, so she could pull apart her buttcheeks on some of the downward thrusts of her ass. She was still weeping, sitting there naked on his face, her tears splashing onto her chest and rolling down. She couldn't help it. By this time, Jeff was making all sorts of horrible, inhuman noises into her pale ass as it mashed his head into the floor. She thought if her fleshy buttocks weren't muffling and preventing the full sounds, he would be shrieking and gurgling at the same time. She shuddered, wiping some of the tears slowly trickling down her face as she continued to bounce on his face.
What else could she do? What else WAS there to do? Then came an idea, that she took hold of like a man dying of thirst violently snatching a bottle of water. With the twin prods of desperation and hope, she reached with her small hands down between the sides of his head and the foam blocks holding it in place. A surge of relief shot through her then, as her fingers met shag carpet. Sliding her fingers across the tufts of furry shag, she felt her fingers meet his hairy head. Digging her fingers between the carpet and the back of his head on both sides, she grunted softly, trying to get in as far as possible. It wasn't far since all her weight was pushing his head into the carpet, but she firmly dug in with her fingers, where his head met the carpet. And pulled upward, straining with all the might her precarious grip would allow, trying to pull his head even harder up into her ass. It wasn't hard, it couldn't have been more than an extra 15 pounds of weight on his face. With a strangled cry, Allie craned her neck to look down at the side of his head, looking for anything, any ideas that might make his death quicker. All the while, Jeff was still making those horrible sounds into her butt.
Looking at the side of his head, she saw that he had shaggy hair, beautiful dark shaggy hair. She brought her hands up from their position near the floor and gripped his hair on both sides of his head. Shifting her hands, grasping at his hair, she grasped until she had a solid handful in each hand. Then she pulled, pulled with all the strength left in her.
Still bawling, Allie gripped a handful of Jeff's hair on either side of his head and strained with her small arms, pulling as hard as she could, forcing his face into her ass. Then realized through the sensation of wetness covering her ass, through the crushing feel of her ass on his face, she could feel his entire nose buried to the hilt inside her asshole. Jeff was going nuts, thrashing at the leather bonds that held him in place, desperately twisting every part of his body in a useless attempt to free himself from Allie's butt. She could feel his face sliding wetly between her buttcheeks, hardly moving but shifting the small fleshy globes of her ass. For what seemed half an hour, he moaned and screamed into her ass, while his body threw itself at the straps and his head careened back and forth that short distance between the foam blocks.
Eventually, with Allie's arms starting to give out, the man dying under her stopped making those terrible sounds. Allie didn't think they would ever stop. With a soft sobbing whimper, she let her hands let those handfuls of beautiful hair go and drug her sluggish, burning arms over to slump on her legs. She watched Jeff kick for a short while, lazy jerks of his legs and feet. Then there was stillness as well as silence. Well, silence from him. She was still sobbing quietly and snuffling through her nose.
She used the time needed to remain sitting on his face, still with his nose lodged inside her asshole, to try composing herself. Slowly, she managed to quit snuffling and muted her crying to silence, trying to wipe tears from her face. After maybe 6 or 7 minutes sitting there, her head whipped around to the sound of the door opening. One of the serving women, a slender grandmotherly woman, slowly walked in.
"Your 15 minutes is up," she said with a frown on her face. "Get up off him and I'll check to see if he's dead. If he's not, we will be sending in another staff member to finish up." Allie brought her feet down and planted them on the floor, feeling Jeff's entire nose slip out of her asshole as her ass squelched loudly off of his face as she stood up. She shakily and more than a little nervously stepped over his body and moved a short distance away, watching the serving woman walk over to Jeff and bend down. The woman's back was in the way, but Allie thought she saw a flash of metal being pulled out of her coat pocket and then move towards his chest. Holding her breath, she waiting for the serving woman to speak.
"He's dead, you can rest easy," the woman said into the silence. "You sure did a number on him, didn't you? Well, its not a surprise with the rules governing executions here. I've seen much worse, especially from new staff like yourself." The serving woman didn't seem concerned with the body in front of her at all. Or at the blood.
The blood, Allie thought, looking down. She could still see red on the sides of her right foot and between her glossy blue toes, bringing it off the floor revealed a red stain on the carpet. Allie quickly looked around on the floor, spotting several footprints where she had walked on the carpet. She refused to look at Jeff's face, so she didn't see how much blood was on the carpet there, but she did notice that her ass itself was dripping blood every few seconds onto the carpet below her. The backs of her legs had drops of blood on them as well, slowly sliding down her skin. Some had made it all the way down to the floor. "Is ... is the blood going to be a problem," she asked the serving woman hesitantly.
"No, don't worry about it. It cleans out easily enough from the shag carpet in all the execution rooms. You're free to leave you know."
Allie jerkily half-staggered to the door where her clothes and shoes were. Hastily donning them, not even bothering to make herself look presentable, she left room 9B, still shaking at her ordeal. Passing the receptionist desk, she doubled back to wait in line to ask Karla if there was a chance the Facility had something to cover her car seat with. The backside of her skirt was almost certainly soaked through with blood, and there was that blood on her legs, too. When she told Karla her problem, the receptionist simply smiled at her and reached down to one of the metal cabinets under her desk. Pulling out the metal cabinet door, she reached inside and pulled out a cheap-looking plastic sheet. It looked to be big enough to cover her car seat.
After opening her car door and spreading the plastic sheet over the entire driver's side seat and most of the floor, Allie got in with a wet ass and started to drive home. Her mind was racing even faster than the car.