karlsburg2000
02-01-2009, 6:34 AM
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Chapter 6
I was being mercilessly pressed into the bench by the number of the beast, ‘in pounds’, as Mistress Tamra had so elegantly stated. My God it was heavy and there was still Jenny whose 148 pounds were just itching to add to the pile
already killing me. The thought of Miss Tamra incorporating the use of the magnetic floor had not entered my head until now. What if she gets the idea telepathically from my incoherent crush induced rambling. Think about something
else, something lighter. Something like a woman filled with helium floating up off my body allowing me to breathe again. What if she does turn on the magnet? I think she’s the only one wearing the right shoes. That’s good. So even if
she does think of it, right now the worst she could do would increase her own weight to just over 500 pounds. That was still very bad. The weight of the three already sitting on my beleaguered stomach would be pushed to nearly
1000 pounds. That just sounded too heavy. And then there was little Jenny who would easily and happily round that up to almost 1150 pounds by plopping her perky little ass on anybody’s lap. She’d sit there and giggle and bounce
around never once thinking that she was putting so much pressure on me that I was going to die. How could anyone so bubbly and cute cause someone else to die just by sitting on him? Here was going to be the answer. This is how.
When you suddenly weigh a thousand pounds, that’s how it happens! I had to do something. I turned my head toward little Jenny and whispered to her as quietly as I could. She glanced down at me vacantly. She had been watching
with such awe at the spectacle before her of crushing the slave to death, she had been in a trance almost. Now she smiled at me and giggled. That little giggle always melts my heart. This is one mistress who doesn’t get too caught
up in the usual rules of a Mistress/slave relationship. “If that’s what you want, that’s just fine by me”, she said, “Better than fine actually, I haven’t had a good nose ride in a while.” And with that she tossed her right leg over the
bench and proceeded to settle all of her 148 pounds on top of my face. My breathing was halted at once but it had nearly stalled anyway. With close to 700 pounds constantly pressing onto my abdomen, no one could blame me for
stopping breathing. My goal was to force the girls off of me sooner than they would have, by hastening suffocation using Jenny’s ass on my face rather than on my guts. If the girls already seated on my tortured stomach were to
coax Jenny up there too, then I would be subjected to that devastating weight on my stomach for much longer than I would have to endure the current weight, also devastating, with the addition of Jenny’s ass and 148 pounds on
my nose. That is if any one, Jenny, noticed me becoming close to unconscious. Jenny, …Jenny,…JENNY! Finally, she got it. “I think we better get off girls, I thinks he’s had enough heavy ass on him for a little while”. Jenny was
standing up now and the other girls reluctantly slid down off of me. Thank God! Rebeccah was grumbling as the girls climbed off my semi-conscious body. “Stupid slave, can’t even handle 666 pounds, I was really starting to get off on
this Tammy, when’s he gonna be ready to do some more.” Jenny piped up, “Maybe you could sit on his face for a while, that was so doing some wonders for me south of the border. Hey, maybe we should sit together! He could take
care of both of us at one time. You can handle that, eh, slave? We might have to do some of the work. I know it’s a little tougher for him to move his head when there’s 300 pounds on it.” “Who taught you math Jenny? What’s 150
and 250 add up to?” “Yeah, Yeah, so I’m not good with math, I got an A+ in face riding. C’mon Reba, I’ll show you how we can put as much weight as we want on his face without him having to constantly push us off to breathe”.
Rebeccah looked puzzled, “I’m not sure this guy can bench press 400 pounds, but I am sure willing to sit on his face for a while to feel him try.” I wasn’t sure this would end well but at least there only two of them. Besides, I was still
alive, my stomach hadn’t been pushed out my mouth or my ass, and two beautiful girls were about to sit on my head. If I died now, I would do it with a smile and 400 pounds on my face.
Hope you enjoyed it.
Karlsburg_2000
Chapter 6
I was being mercilessly pressed into the bench by the number of the beast, ‘in pounds’, as Mistress Tamra had so elegantly stated. My God it was heavy and there was still Jenny whose 148 pounds were just itching to add to the pile
already killing me. The thought of Miss Tamra incorporating the use of the magnetic floor had not entered my head until now. What if she gets the idea telepathically from my incoherent crush induced rambling. Think about something
else, something lighter. Something like a woman filled with helium floating up off my body allowing me to breathe again. What if she does turn on the magnet? I think she’s the only one wearing the right shoes. That’s good. So even if
she does think of it, right now the worst she could do would increase her own weight to just over 500 pounds. That was still very bad. The weight of the three already sitting on my beleaguered stomach would be pushed to nearly
1000 pounds. That just sounded too heavy. And then there was little Jenny who would easily and happily round that up to almost 1150 pounds by plopping her perky little ass on anybody’s lap. She’d sit there and giggle and bounce
around never once thinking that she was putting so much pressure on me that I was going to die. How could anyone so bubbly and cute cause someone else to die just by sitting on him? Here was going to be the answer. This is how.
When you suddenly weigh a thousand pounds, that’s how it happens! I had to do something. I turned my head toward little Jenny and whispered to her as quietly as I could. She glanced down at me vacantly. She had been watching
with such awe at the spectacle before her of crushing the slave to death, she had been in a trance almost. Now she smiled at me and giggled. That little giggle always melts my heart. This is one mistress who doesn’t get too caught
up in the usual rules of a Mistress/slave relationship. “If that’s what you want, that’s just fine by me”, she said, “Better than fine actually, I haven’t had a good nose ride in a while.” And with that she tossed her right leg over the
bench and proceeded to settle all of her 148 pounds on top of my face. My breathing was halted at once but it had nearly stalled anyway. With close to 700 pounds constantly pressing onto my abdomen, no one could blame me for
stopping breathing. My goal was to force the girls off of me sooner than they would have, by hastening suffocation using Jenny’s ass on my face rather than on my guts. If the girls already seated on my tortured stomach were to
coax Jenny up there too, then I would be subjected to that devastating weight on my stomach for much longer than I would have to endure the current weight, also devastating, with the addition of Jenny’s ass and 148 pounds on
my nose. That is if any one, Jenny, noticed me becoming close to unconscious. Jenny, …Jenny,…JENNY! Finally, she got it. “I think we better get off girls, I thinks he’s had enough heavy ass on him for a little while”. Jenny was
standing up now and the other girls reluctantly slid down off of me. Thank God! Rebeccah was grumbling as the girls climbed off my semi-conscious body. “Stupid slave, can’t even handle 666 pounds, I was really starting to get off on
this Tammy, when’s he gonna be ready to do some more.” Jenny piped up, “Maybe you could sit on his face for a while, that was so doing some wonders for me south of the border. Hey, maybe we should sit together! He could take
care of both of us at one time. You can handle that, eh, slave? We might have to do some of the work. I know it’s a little tougher for him to move his head when there’s 300 pounds on it.” “Who taught you math Jenny? What’s 150
and 250 add up to?” “Yeah, Yeah, so I’m not good with math, I got an A+ in face riding. C’mon Reba, I’ll show you how we can put as much weight as we want on his face without him having to constantly push us off to breathe”.
Rebeccah looked puzzled, “I’m not sure this guy can bench press 400 pounds, but I am sure willing to sit on his face for a while to feel him try.” I wasn’t sure this would end well but at least there only two of them. Besides, I was still
alive, my stomach hadn’t been pushed out my mouth or my ass, and two beautiful girls were about to sit on my head. If I died now, I would do it with a smile and 400 pounds on my face.
Hope you enjoyed it.
Karlsburg_2000