fionabrown
11-23-2003, 8:18 PM
What a disappointment her life had been. Nellie had been born into a wealthy farming family. It was the dawn of a new era - towns were growing, and the old farm life was changing. Still, the Lords and Ladies still ruled the land. It was almost the 17th century - a modern era.
She had always been a large healthy girl, working hard on the farm with the boys. She had grown big and strong. Her family had arranged her marriage to a weasel however, and she had become bored. Since marrying him, she had not been allowed to work on the farm or barely even exercise.
Tom - her husband - was a perpetual failure at everything. His family had set up the marriage but he had squandered their fortunes. Now he and Nellie ran the local townshouse inn. The customers all laughed at him - his diminuitive frame looked ridiculous beside Nellie. She dwarfed him easily: her enormous breasts swelled from her corset at the same height as Tom's head. Despite her huge girth - she was maybe 20 stones - when she was annoyed with Tom she'd grab him tight in front of all the customers and pick him up, squashing his face into her soft chest. He became used to the humiliation.
As the years passed, she became even less satisfied with her lot in life. Times became harder but Tom did little to help. She was practically running the inn singlehanded.
At the end of one hot summers day - she had been working impossibly hard on her own, serving ale to the travellers - she returned to their bedroom at the back and found Tom fast asleep on their bed. It was the last straw. She decided the time had come to force Tom to work as hard as she did. In fact, she wanted to make Tom do all of the work for a change. She deserved a rest.
She decided to start her persuasion by taking a rest right now. It seemed the ideal method in fact, and she unwrapped her skirt. She climbed on to the bed - the wood underneath creaking - and positioned herself over Tom, facing his feet. She lowered her legs to trap his arms waking him immediately. He screamed out in pain, and opened his eyes to see Nellie's wide hot buttocks threateningly poised above him, looking all the more awesome because of her tight corset.
She had always been a patient woman, and was in no hurry now. She was quite happy to ignore Tom's voice for a while (she didn't even really hear the weasel's words, so used was she to ignoring his uselessness). Almost in a reverie of the dreams of relaxing work free times to come, she slowly lowered herself down to sit back on Tom.
She knew that her weight would crush and maybe even hurt him somewhat. She hadn't anticipated the surge of excitement as she felt her sweaty buttocks spread around his little face. It felt good to have his mouth and nose press against her down there. He was trying to thrash about and escape, which only hardened her resolve, and she leaned back further and more heavily.
She sat back heavily knowing that it would certainly crush him causing him pain. She relaxed in that position, and felt the tension ease out of her bones.
That weasel under her was still thrashing about. She lifted up and heard his gasps for breath. Of course! It hadn't occurred to her that her massive weight, and huge spreading buttocks, would have sealed the air from his mouth and nose. For the briefest moment she felt a pang of sorrow and guilt, but then the last 20 years of her life flooded back into her mind.
It was all she needed, and she sat back again. This time, her huge buttocks easily and comfortably enveloped Tom's little head, and she sat back again and leaned her back against the wall.
Then the perfect example of how useless that weasel of a husband truly was: he gave up struggling. He was so lazy, so pointless, so useless, that he didn't even try to escape from his foul punishment.
So be it, thought Nellie: if Tom is happy to accept his place being squashed in her mighty posterior, then she'd be more than happy to keep him there in future.
She was slightly disappointed however at the lack of struggle. She wanted to feel her superiority over Tom's struggles. She wanted to feel that her strength and weight were punishing Tom against his will. His acceptance and lack of struggle came as a blow.
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The next morning Nellie had a supreme idea. She knew how much Tom hated being humiliated in front of the travellers and regular drinkers at the inn. Now she had the perfect way to humiliate him at the same time as continuing her punishment. She knew that he would struggle to escape her punishment.
She warned him not to leave - knowing that he would not dare disobey - and went through to open up. Her sweat had dried and it was almost time for her monthly bath. By evening, she was as hot and sweaty again as the previous night. The inn was full of rowdy drunkards and their buxom wenches.
She dragged Tom through to the main inn from his bed. Indeed he had not dared to move. She dragged Tom up onto the bar counter and summoned silence from the crowd - who had no idea what was about to happen. Luckily the town constable was not in that evening!
Tom lay on his back in the pools of spilt ale, and looked up to see Nellie standing above him commanding an interested audience. It was a rare thing to behold silence in an inn of an evening. But everybody watched transfixed as Nellie removed her skirt again, and slowly sat down on Tom's face. They were shocked to see - most of them having a side view - how easily her immense buttocks spread around Tom's little face. They watched him thrashing and trying to lift that huge weight off, but to no avail.
Nellie dangled her legs either side of the counter and relaxed full weight on Tom. He was still struggling madly, and she leaned back knowing that her huge body would have no problem in crushing Tom into place. She knew also that there was work to do.
Although she was longing for a future where Tom made all of the effort, she knew that he would not have the strength tonight.
She lifted him down and placed him onto a chair. She eyed the many heavy working women in the inn, weary from their day's efforts. And she knew that Tom would spend much time from now on keeping many of them happy under their immense arses.
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She had always been a large healthy girl, working hard on the farm with the boys. She had grown big and strong. Her family had arranged her marriage to a weasel however, and she had become bored. Since marrying him, she had not been allowed to work on the farm or barely even exercise.
Tom - her husband - was a perpetual failure at everything. His family had set up the marriage but he had squandered their fortunes. Now he and Nellie ran the local townshouse inn. The customers all laughed at him - his diminuitive frame looked ridiculous beside Nellie. She dwarfed him easily: her enormous breasts swelled from her corset at the same height as Tom's head. Despite her huge girth - she was maybe 20 stones - when she was annoyed with Tom she'd grab him tight in front of all the customers and pick him up, squashing his face into her soft chest. He became used to the humiliation.
As the years passed, she became even less satisfied with her lot in life. Times became harder but Tom did little to help. She was practically running the inn singlehanded.
At the end of one hot summers day - she had been working impossibly hard on her own, serving ale to the travellers - she returned to their bedroom at the back and found Tom fast asleep on their bed. It was the last straw. She decided the time had come to force Tom to work as hard as she did. In fact, she wanted to make Tom do all of the work for a change. She deserved a rest.
She decided to start her persuasion by taking a rest right now. It seemed the ideal method in fact, and she unwrapped her skirt. She climbed on to the bed - the wood underneath creaking - and positioned herself over Tom, facing his feet. She lowered her legs to trap his arms waking him immediately. He screamed out in pain, and opened his eyes to see Nellie's wide hot buttocks threateningly poised above him, looking all the more awesome because of her tight corset.
She had always been a patient woman, and was in no hurry now. She was quite happy to ignore Tom's voice for a while (she didn't even really hear the weasel's words, so used was she to ignoring his uselessness). Almost in a reverie of the dreams of relaxing work free times to come, she slowly lowered herself down to sit back on Tom.
She knew that her weight would crush and maybe even hurt him somewhat. She hadn't anticipated the surge of excitement as she felt her sweaty buttocks spread around his little face. It felt good to have his mouth and nose press against her down there. He was trying to thrash about and escape, which only hardened her resolve, and she leaned back further and more heavily.
She sat back heavily knowing that it would certainly crush him causing him pain. She relaxed in that position, and felt the tension ease out of her bones.
That weasel under her was still thrashing about. She lifted up and heard his gasps for breath. Of course! It hadn't occurred to her that her massive weight, and huge spreading buttocks, would have sealed the air from his mouth and nose. For the briefest moment she felt a pang of sorrow and guilt, but then the last 20 years of her life flooded back into her mind.
It was all she needed, and she sat back again. This time, her huge buttocks easily and comfortably enveloped Tom's little head, and she sat back again and leaned her back against the wall.
Then the perfect example of how useless that weasel of a husband truly was: he gave up struggling. He was so lazy, so pointless, so useless, that he didn't even try to escape from his foul punishment.
So be it, thought Nellie: if Tom is happy to accept his place being squashed in her mighty posterior, then she'd be more than happy to keep him there in future.
She was slightly disappointed however at the lack of struggle. She wanted to feel her superiority over Tom's struggles. She wanted to feel that her strength and weight were punishing Tom against his will. His acceptance and lack of struggle came as a blow.
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The next morning Nellie had a supreme idea. She knew how much Tom hated being humiliated in front of the travellers and regular drinkers at the inn. Now she had the perfect way to humiliate him at the same time as continuing her punishment. She knew that he would struggle to escape her punishment.
She warned him not to leave - knowing that he would not dare disobey - and went through to open up. Her sweat had dried and it was almost time for her monthly bath. By evening, she was as hot and sweaty again as the previous night. The inn was full of rowdy drunkards and their buxom wenches.
She dragged Tom through to the main inn from his bed. Indeed he had not dared to move. She dragged Tom up onto the bar counter and summoned silence from the crowd - who had no idea what was about to happen. Luckily the town constable was not in that evening!
Tom lay on his back in the pools of spilt ale, and looked up to see Nellie standing above him commanding an interested audience. It was a rare thing to behold silence in an inn of an evening. But everybody watched transfixed as Nellie removed her skirt again, and slowly sat down on Tom's face. They were shocked to see - most of them having a side view - how easily her immense buttocks spread around Tom's little face. They watched him thrashing and trying to lift that huge weight off, but to no avail.
Nellie dangled her legs either side of the counter and relaxed full weight on Tom. He was still struggling madly, and she leaned back knowing that her huge body would have no problem in crushing Tom into place. She knew also that there was work to do.
Although she was longing for a future where Tom made all of the effort, she knew that he would not have the strength tonight.
She lifted him down and placed him onto a chair. She eyed the many heavy working women in the inn, weary from their day's efforts. And she knew that Tom would spend much time from now on keeping many of them happy under their immense arses.
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