The man suffers extreme smothering by cruel women

I trembled as I heard Sylvia's dramatic flurried entrance, finishing of with the front door slamming shut. That sound of a door being closed was terrifying to me because I knew it would be a very long time before it was ever opened again.

'Where is he?' I heard Sylvia's familiar voice bark. Then with a flourish she rushed into the room. On seeing me completely immobilised, she clapped her hands excitedly and laughed, taunting: 'Well, well it's my little smother-slave.' She towered over my helpless form, glaring with an evil jubilation.

'He's good to suffocate, isn't he?' Demetria smirked, her gloved hands smoothing across my petrified face.

'He's perfect, isn't he,' Sylvia purred. 'That's why I chose him.'

Survival dictated I struggled with my confines, but I knew it was useless. They had me exactly where they wanted me.

'You've been a very bad smother-slave,' Sylvia mockingly chided. 'You ran away from your mistress. What do you have to say for yourself?'

I couldn't answer because of the duct tape, which is precisely how these females liked it. They could chat to you, torment you, play with you and there was no way in the world you could talk back or call for help.

Staring down at me with delight gleaming in her eyes, Sylvia flung off her coat to reveal the curvaceous Amazonian figure I knew so well. She was wearing her favourite smother torture costume; tight black satin blouse - revealing her ample bosom - and, adhered to her curves, were tan skin-tight soft kidskin leather breeches, laced up at the sides. Black leather knee-length boots completed her 'goddess smothering' outfit, as she liked to call it. She looked intimidatingly wicked. I was petrified.

Demetria was already slipping out of her uniform and was down to her stockings and suspenders. As I fearfully surveyed the two gloating women arrogantly standing above me. I'm not ashamed to say there were whimpering sounds coming from my nostrils.

Sylvia grinned at the transfixed policewoman. 'Thank you so much, Demetria, for finding my smother slave. You have no idea how much I missed him. And one favour deserves another. You told me you'd like to try your hand at extreme smother torture, so I'll show you what I like doing to him for a while and then I'll leave him with you afterwards.'

'It will be an honour for me to be shown by such a noteworthy smother queen as yourself,' Demetria smilingly replied, sitting down to watch.

Sylvia turned to get into her usual first smothering position, kneeling on the table, straddling my chest, her back to me. It seemed to happen in slow motion as she clambered over me, a smirk on her beautiful face. I tried for all my worth to turn my head away from her bottom hovering just above my face. It was firm and big, well muscled, and the kidskin leather moulded her buttocks like a glove. Again I tried with all my might to break free from my bonds, but all I could do was helplessly stare at the protruding buttocks wavering millimetres from my upturned face.

'He looks like he knows you quite well, Sylvia,' Demetria dryly chortled, noting the look of terror shrouding my countenance.

'I think he knows my ass better than most,' Sylvia laughed, teasing my nose by rubbing it along the crease between the rounded orbs. A faint gasp came from her lips as she felt the vibrations of my quickening nostril breath. She savoured my terror, exciting herself with anticipation.

And then she sat down, and her overpowering bottom cut me off from the rest of the world. My nose, now squashed between her buttocks, had been my only form of breathing before. Now there was nothing I could do to catch any breath at all.

'Mmmmmmmmhhhhhhh....' she went, wiggling her mighty backside so my nose rubbed against her rim. 'Oh yes, you know what I like, don't you?'

My face was being crushed by her bottom and my nose was becoming sore at all the rubbing. I could hear Demetria's breathing increasing too as she watched my smother torturer enjoying herself at my expense.

Soon my oxygen supply began to rapidly deplete and my struggling increased. And so did Sylvia's stimulation. She continued sitting there for a long time until I thought she'd never get off. But she is an expert in the art of smothering and after all this time knows my limitations extremely well. Her bottom rose, almost begrudgingly, ever so slightly and I managed to snatch in a bit of air. Then she sat back down full weight and remained seated, marvelling at my discomfort.

'Did you really think you could get away from your Smother Goddess?' Sylvia asked me.

I could just see the side of her face above her right buttock. She smirked down at me suffocating beneath her mightiness, an eyebrow arching arrogantly.

My ears were pounding and all my muscles screamed in torment. Her backside lifted slightly to allow a measured amount of air. Demetria was panting quite loudly now and I could hear her fidgeting in her seat. I guessed she must have been masturbating.

After a long time of continual face sitting torture Sylvia rose from my face, the weight shifting off completely. I greedily snorted in fresh air, relieved at the lack of pressure on my face. I supposed this would be my only respite until Demetria took over. It only took me seconds to realise Sylvia hadn't finished with me yet and she was turning round to facesit me again.

This time she was facing me, and as I looked up I could see the gleeful look in her velvet almond-shaped eyes. Then she slowly lowered herself and I knew my face would once again be obliterated by her overpowering crutch and bottom.

Her overbearing weight sank down, crushing my face, my sore nose pressing hard into her crutch. I could feel the suede had already become damp from her enjoyment. I looked imploringly from between her strong thighs into her widened eyes. Her beautiful, cruel face grinned back down at me, savouring my plight. She loved suffocating me like this. It was her biggest turn-on.

I felt like sobbing but was unable. I knew she was going to continue for ages, until such a time the torture was unbearable. Then she'd do it to me even more. Demetria gasped in the background, obviously reaching an orgasm.

I was being used solely for their pleasure. I was just a toy to be sat on and smothered and there wasn't a thing in the world I could do to stop them.

'You're not going to get away from me again,' Sylivia breathed, wallowing in my suffering. 'Not ever again.'

Tears welled in my eyes and the last thing I saw before the darkness tugged at my mind was her eyes trying hard to keep looking into mine, then they went back into her lids and her crutch became damper and she gasped too. Then the only sounds I could hear were the two of them climaxing as I slowly slipped into hell. A place I knew I would visit often while I was their slave.
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