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The Mud Pit
"Will the defendant please rise?"
The court became silent, attentive to the front of the room, looking at me as I
stood. I
was guilty. I knew it, the court knew and now I waited for the sentence.
"Please let it
be imprisonment!" I thought silently. There was always a chance at parole or
something.
"You have been found guilty of treason, a most serious crime," the judge said,
looking
down at me over his glasses. "You are hereby sentenced to two years of service
in the
Pits."
The hammer pounded down in time with my sinking heart. It was exactly what I
had
hoped to avoid! Few, if any, sentenced to the Pits ever survived. I had never
heard of
any lasting more than a few matches! I felt a rush of hatred for the system as
I was led
away, listening to the cheering of the courtroom attendees. They always needed
more
players, and the Pits brought in so much revenue, pressure was stiff in the
legal system
to provide more players. No more problems with overcrowded prisons, no sir.
They took me to a cell, the guard giving me a smile as he left. He would
probably be
watching my match (matches?) along with the other 50 million viewers. Nobody
missed
the Pit, or the Mud Pit, as it was actually called. Every night at 7:00.
Great, I was going
prime time for the system's entertainment.
Treason. Shit, all I'd done was speak out against the brutality of what we had
degraded to. After all, no one needed to work anymore, all needs were attended
to.
But people always needed more entertainment. Another step up. Something more.
It
was like the fucking Roman Empire all over again.
And it was the lions for me. Who cares that these cats were all invariably
gorgeous and
stacked? They were killers to the last and were paid well for their efforts.
And besides,
without the sexual overtones, it would be just another public execution.
Boring.
I buried my head beneath my pillow and tried to sleep, knowing it could be my
last time.
I was not a big man, but physically I was competent. But against three trained
athletes? I knew my chances even in the first match were slim.
The next day I was brought to the coliseum, noticing the line of people already
at the
doors. It was a big gambling scene, too, and who knows how much money would
trade
hands over my fate? I was determined, however, to make a lot of cash for those
who
bet on me.
The next several hours were spend in preparation for the match. I was
introduced to
my "coach," who seemed more interested in how I appeared than how I was going
to
fight.
"More make-up!" he bellowed to the back room. "The camera is gonna make him
look
like a ghost, for god's sake! Get that base all over him!"
I suffered the hands running over me, applying the make-up everywhere. Even my
hanging cock was treated, and, despite my anxiety, I felt it start to thicken
in the girl's
hands. She finished and looked up at me with half a smile. Then she left
hurriedly.
Probably wise, I thought. Not good to get attached to human fodder.
Finally I was exasperated. "Coach, what should I expect. Any advice on the
actual
match?"
He laughed and slapped my back. "Try to survive," he said. "There is no time
limit, so
it's either you or her."
"Her?" I asked, hope lightening my heart. "Only one?"
"Today's a special even," he explained. "You're taking on Queen Squash
herself!" He
walked away, chuckling at my expression. I had seen her in action before. She
didn't
play a lot of matches, but showed up occasionally to smash, destroy and squash
her
opponents. She needed no back-up. She stood well over seven feet tall and
weighed
close to 500 pounds. I was doomed!
The time slowly ticked by, and soon I found myself facing the last door leading
to the
pit. Someone was at my side suddenly. It was the make-up girl.
"She is slow," she said in a rushed whisper. "Hit her here," she said,
touching the side
of her temple. "She was injured there once." Then she was gone before I could
thank
her. Was it possible to take down the mighty Queen Squash? After all, she was
responsible for putting away at least a dozen players. But maybe...
The bell rang, and I stepped out into the pit. Being completely nude in a
circular
amphitheater with a thousand cheering gamblers didn't bother me, nor did the TV
cameras, which sent my image into nearly half the homes in the empire. Even
the two
inch layer of mud that my bare feet squished into didn't faze me. All my
thoughts were
centered on the giantess standing opposite me.
And giantess she was. Her statistics simply couldn't prepare me for actually
seeing her.
Nude as I was, her breasts seemed like gigantic watermelons, surprisingly firm
and
round. Her waist was not bulging with fat, as I expected, and she even had a
rough
hour-glass figure. Her hips were huge, though. Trunk-like thighs flared
suddenly as
they merged to her hips, and as I sized her up, she turned around and bent
over, giving
me a good look at her ass. It was huge, gigantic, awesome. It bulged full and
didn't
say as some big women's did. Each cheek was probably a hundred pounds, round,
fat
and full. She turned back and laughed.
"'S why I'm called Squash!" she jeered, laughing at my dumbstruck face. "I'll
make sure
you get a better look real soon!"
I looked away, concentrating. It would do me no good to give up, although just
looking
at her powerful bottom made my task seem impossible. But that was obviously her
intention!
The Overseer, a man on a suspended platform above use, announced the match and
signaled for the bell. It rang and I stepped forward.
She charged right away, looking like an enraged elephant bearing down on me.
She
was, after all, nearly two feet taller and 350 pounds heavier. But she was
slow, I
remembered.
I dodged around her and as she wheeled about, darted right between her legs.
The
crowd roared with laughter, but all I could think about was keeping out of
reach. She
turned around with a snarl, and I landed a solid punch into her soft stomach.
"Oomph!" she grunted, taking the blow while reaching out to grab me. She caught
my
arm and pulled me into her balloon-like breasts. But no balloons were this
firm! I
struggled in her bear hug, feeling my feet leave the mud as she straightened
with me,
my face buried in her cleavage. I kicked uselessly. I couldn't get away and
worse,
couldn't breathe!
Muffled as my ears were, I could hear her deep laughter as she marched around
the Pit
with me, putting on a good show with my legs kicking uselessly. Then she
clasped my
hips with her thighs, quelling my kicking. She released her deadly embrace only
long
enough to take a hold of each mammoth mammary and, keeping me secured with her
thighs, began slamming her breasts together with my head caught in between.
I was getting dizzy from the blows, but at least I could breathe again. The
crowd was
going wild, loving how Queen Squash was defeating me with just her big boobs.
A
ringing in my head began, but the slamming flesh continued to crush me, softly
but with
a weighty firmness that was overwhelming. Just as I began to lose
consciousness from
the relentless battering, it stopped and I dropped to the mud.
I shook my head, blearily seeing my opponent stalking around with her arms
raised,
absorbing the adulation of the crowd. I wondered momentarily how much they
paid her
for a good show. But I wasn't through yet, and now was my chance! I leaped
forward
quickly and jumped up, aiming at the weak spot the girl had told me about. But
she
saw me coming and turned quickly around. She snapped her big ass backwards as
I
jumped, and it hit me with full force. It was like hitting a wall of flesh,
except one with
force coming from it. I flew backwards and landed with a daze on the side of
the Pit.
I couldn't get up in time, and the next thing I knew she had seized me and
settled me
over her shoulders over seven feet in the air. Then she began to turn around,
going
faster and faster, until the room spun crazily about me. She was giving me the
airplane
spin! I yelped as she released me and I was airborne. I crashed into the wall
halfway
up and slid to the ground, not knowing up from down.
I felt her grab my hair and drag me with no effort into the center of the ring.
I lay on my
back looking up at her, wondering what was next. To my horror, I saw her take
a small
jump, extend her feet straight out and then fall directly on top of me. She
came down
on my chest and stomach, her bottom covering all of my upper body with only my
face
appearing from the curve of her bulging hip.
The impact was so devastating I couldn't even hear the cheer of the crowd at
first.
Then I did as she got off me. They were chanting "Squash! Squash! Squash!"
over
and over. I could see she was preparing for another fall, and I struggled to
roll away,
forcing my head to clear. But the mud was clutching at me and I couldn't move
in time.
Again she came down, but this time her big bottom fell right onto my face and
chest.
I yelped just before impact, never feeling so afraid of anything in my life.
Just seeing
that huge ass descending so quickly onto my face was enough to make me
absolutely
panic. But I was too busy trying to breathe to deal with my fear. Her sweaty
buttocks
pressed down heavily over my features, my nose wedged into the crack of her
ass.
Colors flashed before my eyes, and I could feel her settling herself even more
firmly
over me, rubbing her bulbous bottom in a sexual sort grind. Even though I
could
neither see nor hear them, I was certain the crowd was going wild with her
performance. After all, it was the sex that sells.
Then I could smell her and taste her hot drops of pussy oil that were mashed
into my
nose and mouth. She really enjoyed this, I realized. It wasn't just a show
for her. She
was getting off on dominating me!
She wriggled while pulling at her ass cheeks, making my nose sink deeper into
her fatty
folds and pressing against her smelly asshole. I would have screamed if I
could, but I
could barely move. I had ever felt so completely defeated, so utterly helpless
as I did
with her sitting on my face like that.
I struggled weakly and kicked my legs about. Apparently she didn't like that,
since the
next thing she did was stretch her huge legs out over my lower body,
effectively
covering me completely. I couldn't move at all now. Even submerged in her
bulging
bottom fat as my face was, I could hear the noise of the crowd. They were
still yelling
"Squash!" and I felt a bit angry. Wasn't it fairly obvious that my opponent
was already
doing that?
I grew dizzy and my lungs burned for air. I supposed that this would be it,
terminated in
my first match by the simple act of this huge woman sitting on my face and
suffocating
the life from me. My world grew darker and darker as I felt the squirming
buttocks on
me increase the tempo, becoming powerfully aroused. I could feel her asshole
clenching my nose, as if to draw it inside her completely.
Then, just as the last point of light was nearly extinguished in my mind, the
weight of
her buttocks was gone and I drew in a ragged breath, not caring why I was
saved. I
blearily looked up and beheld her huge ass quivering in front of my face, her
legs
straddling me as she crouched.
"Lick my asshole," she commanded, her voice husky. She pulled her cheeks
apart,
revealing the clenching sphincter. The noise of the crowd was nearly deafening
after
the muffled silence of her big ass. Knowing I had no choice, I leaned up and
thrust my
tongue against her tight hole. I could feel her big bottom cheeks on either
side of my
face as I tongued her anus. I grew anxious that if she released her hold on her
hips, the
halves of flesh would close over me - they were that huge!
She began rotating her hips, groaning softly. I realized then that her arousal
was what
saved me. She didn't want to kill me yet! But I knew that after I had served
her, she
would certainly squish me into eternity. I had to do something, but how, when
I was
positioned like this - with my tongue in her ass and my body beneath her
mountainous
flesh?
I probed inside as far as I could go, holding my breath since I was pressed too
firmly
against her for air. She orgasmed right then, pressing back as she came and,
to my
extreme dismay, settled her ass back over my face, my tongue still trapped in
her
bottom. But she was content just to rub until she had stopped her spasms, at
which
point she whirled around, sat on my chest and shoved her pussy onto my chin.
"Lick me," she commanded, caressing her breasts.
The few people in the crowd I could see were leaning forward, trying to see
what was
going on between those huge thighs. I'm sure most couldn't see my tiny face in
her
crotch at all.
I was starting to feel better and decided that this was my chance. If she
turned back
around, she could just sit on me again and my hopes would be promptly ended. I
opened my mouth and lunged forward, biting into her tender pussy flesh with all
my
strength.
She screamed and leaped off me, clutching her groin. She staggered off, bent
over in
agony. I got to my feet, feeling like I'd been run over. The muscles in my
chest ached
after having her weight on me, and my face was still so red I looked like I was
sunburned. But none of this stopped me from charging Queen Squash.
I kicked her big butt, and she overbalanced and fell to her knees in the mud.
I swung
inside, looking for a shot to her head, but she reared up suddenly, swinging
her big
boobs into my face. I had forgotten about those! My head snapped back and I
fell on
my butt in the mud. She lunged at me but was too slow, the pain in her groin
distracting her from a full-out attack.
I tumbled away and kicked at her head as I flipped. I missed but got her
throat. She
fell back, gagging. The crowd wasn't so loud now, I noticed. Determined, I
lunged
again, keeping away from her legs and ass. But her long reach snagged me, and
even
though I pulled away, I fell right beside her hips, my face at her ankles.
Quickly she
threw a leg over my body and slammed her big white bottom onto my face.
"Glugh!" I groaned, feeling real fear at my predicament. She reared up and sat
down
again, mashing me into the mud.
"Bite me? You little worm. I'm gonna make you suffer before I do you in!"
And she did.
Over and over her bouncing bottom squashed down on me, her 500 pounds centered
on her bulging buns.
As devastating as this was, I had no problem breathing and began to see a
rhythm in
her movements. She was so big, when she reared up on her knees, there was a
little
space between me and her ass. And I wasn't that big.
Just when I thought I could take no more, she reared up particularly high, and
I tucked
my legs and rolled away backwards. It worked! She came down on mud, and
before
she could turn around, I lunged forward and punched with all my waning strength
into
the side of her head.
I could feel the skull give, and without a groan she slumped forward, either
dead or so
injured she couldn't possible continue. I had won! And the crowd, after the
initial
stunned silence, went absolutely wild. They loved excitement and surprise
above all
else, and I had certainly given them that. I was amazed myself!
With a light step to my stagger, I made it out of the ring after the Overseer
had declared
me the winner. On my way out I overheard the confused voices of the Pit
personnel,
discussing how to get Queen Squash out of the ring.
The coach slapped me on the back, chewing on his cigar. "Well done, kid. I
though
you were history for a while there!"
I thanked him, but was really looking for that girl. I finally found her after
my shower.
She was just leaving, and I called out, "Hey! Wait a minute!" I ran up to
her, letting my
guards follow. She looked at me, expressionless.
"Yes?" she asked.
"I just wanted to thank you," I said, smiling.
"For what?"
"Why, for telling me about her weak spot."
"Oh, I wouldn't appreciate it too much," she said, making to leave.
"But why not?" I asked.
"All the girls hate her," she explained. "We wanted to see her lose at least
once. And
besides, now that you survived that one, the stakes will be quite high for your
next
match, which means me and my partner will get paid quite well for putting you
down."
I stared at her stupidly. "You and your partner?"
She nodded. "We get you next, and it'll be my first match. It's very
important that we
win. Believe me, it'll be a good show." With that she pulled away and left,
leaving me
with a terrible feeling of loneliness. Even as she was going through the door,
however, I
let my eyes roam over her shapely form, remembering her soft hand on my cock.
Shaking my head in frustration, despite my success in the Pit, I allowed my
guards to
lead me back to my cell.
I lay on my bed, unable to sleep. Would I even be able to effectively fight
the lovely
woman? Queen Squash was no problem. Though undeniably female, she was like a
a
tank, and the match with her was a matter of simple survival. But I reminded
myself
that every match was like that, no matter what the opponents looked like. I
unfortunately had not watched the Mud Pit" show very often, not wanting to
support the
decadence of the system which had finally condemned me. Because of this, I was
at a
loss for what strategies were usually used. What would a couple of girls do
against
me? Surely I had a good chance to win? But I reminded myself they were trained
and
probably, as a team, more dangerous than the single Queen Squash, who had
little or
no fighting skills, since she had never needed much more than the weight of her
bottom
to ensure her success.
Finally I drifted into an uneasy sleep, dreaming nightmares of a huge fat
bottom sitting
on my fact for hours on end. I saw again the moony halves of flesh separating
as they
descended over me, the chocolate brown hole appearing and widening as it sank
over
me. I felt a sense of helplessness as the huge buttocks closed the last few
inches. I
felt tiny beneath the magnificence of the dominant ass and the puckered hole
that
widened even more as it sank onto my nose. I dreamed that it kept opening
until it
enclosed my face, somehow shrinking me as it swallowed hungrily. It sucked me
in and
squeezed and squished me in the fleshy bowels of its mysterious inside.
I awoke sweating and fearful, wondering what such a realistic dream portended.
Was it
a sure and engulfing doom, like I felt it must be?
Three days passed, and it was time for the next match. I felt reasonable
recovered,
although I since learned that Queen Squash had lived and was swearing revenge
if I
survived long enough. This did little to improve my mood.
As before I was prepared with makeup, but with a different girl. I ignored her
hands as
much as possible, wondering if perhaps she would be my next opponent. No
wonder
people were so cold here! You never knew who would kill you next.
As before, I strode out into the Mud Pit, naked and feeling anxious. At least
my
opponents looked less fearsome than Queen Squash had, although both were big
girls.
And I mean that in every sense. Their breasts were enormous, and I wondered
how I
hadn't noticed this before on the one I'd met. She stared at me without
expression, her
breasts full and held high and proud.
Her partner was larger than her and instead of brunette, was blonde and looked
Nordic
and very strong. Her long, muscular legs flared into wide hips, making her
thighs
appear smaller than they really were. Her flat stomach accentuated her big
boobs, and
I looked her over warily, knowing she would be tough indeed. As for my
previous
acquaintance, her curvy, all-over voluptuous figure gave a softer, more
feminine
appearance. But I wouldn't be fooled. She was obviously skilled, and I could
see the
muscles beneath the soft flesh as she walked forward into position.
I readied myself, and the Overseer signaled for us to begin. I faked a direct
charge and
sidled at the last moment towards the brunette. I seized her arm, swiveled
around it
and pushed her hard into the blonde. I dove and went into a quick roll,
swinging my leg
into the brunette's knees. She went down, but I didn't have time to push the
advantage.
The Nordic beauty hadn't been detained for long, and now she was bearing down
on
me as I rose. I knew I couldn't move fast enough in the damned mud, so I
ducked
down again and let her topple over me.
But now the brunette latched a hold of me. I shook her off and got away, but
slipped
and fell. I was only to my knees when I looked to see the tall blonde's long,
strong legs
flying at me in a V-shape. There was no escaping it. Her thighs enclosed my
throat as
her weight bore me down. I struggled hard, but she squeezed, and I knew my
arms
could never pry those legs apart.
I went on instinct. I pushed my finger right up her asshole, suddenly and
unexpectedly.
The death hold relaxed momentarily as she yelped in surprise. I pushed away
from her
and would have made it if the brunette hadn't slammed her soft but strong hips
into my
shoulder as I was rising. This effectively flipped me on my back, and before I
could do
anything, the voluptuous body of the brunette followed through by slipping and
falling
down hard onto my chest.
The crowd roared its approval. That was the beauty of the mud. People slip in
it all the
time, and it adds a delightful variance to the whole match. Usually it doesn't
help the
person who slipped, but in this case, her falling right on me was fortunate for
them.
The breath whooshed out of me. After all, she probably weighed nearly what I
did,
about 150 pounds. She was quick to see the advantage of her position, and she
quickly squirmed farther up my chest and settled her buns more firmly, one leg
on
either side of my skinny body.
Desperately I pushed up on her knees, but she absorbed the force by leaning
forward,
her soft weight keeping me pinned in the muddy ooze. I tried again with all I
had and
probably would have succeeded if it weren't for the blonde, who sat heavily on
my
stomach.
"Move up!" she yelled, her voice angry. No doubt she was put off by my last
maneuver.
I kicked and struggled uselessly and groaned as the brunette wriggled forward,
so that
her crotch faced me. I felt the blonde move up onto my chest and upper
stomach.
"U," I groaned beneath the weight of the two of them.
"Having fun?" the brunette asked, looking down at me sadistically. She looked
back at
her partner. "Let's bounce," she suggested.
The blonde nodded, and together they began raising their hips and smashing them
down onto my body. They alternated, obviously aware of the trick I had played
with
Queen Squash. They were determined to keep me down, it seemed.
Over and over the bouncing bottoms smashed onto my chest, throat and stomach.
After quite some time I was beginning to feel very beaten and sore, squashed as
I was
beneath their weight in the mud. But then I felt the blonde rise and not sit
again. I saw
her circle around above my head. She looked down at me wearing a grim smile.
"You like playing with assholes?" she said, placing her feet on either side of
my head. "I
want you to play with mine this way!"
Then she began to descend her big hips over my face. As she squatted over me,
all I
cold see were the looming globes of flesh, and I was struck by the similarity
of what I
was seeing to my dream a few nights previous The blonde took her time, knowing
the
brunette's weight on my upper chest and throat would easily keep me down. She
sank
to her knees, nearly face to face with her partner. She used her strong legs
against my
head, holding it in an upright position.
"You see the asshole coming?" she teased, spreading her hips even wider above
me.
"What are you going to do?" she asked with a small chuckle, moving her big buns
lightly over my small face. The curve of her hips case me in shadow, blocking
out the
light.
"Squash him!" the brunette hissed, bouncing her ass on me. "Smother that
little face!"
"I think I will," replied the blonde with another laugh. I could feel her
thigh muscles
thicken and tighten around my head. Then her round, fat bottom descended
heavily
over my face. I tried to arch my back, but the weight of both of them kept me
firmly
down. My arms were as effectively pinned as my back, and all I could do was
kick my
feet.
Seeing me so helplessly pinned by the two big breasted beauties was making the
crowd go wild. Nothing of my upper chest or face could they see, with the two
girls
covering my upper body as they were. I could hear only a fraction of the
noise,
however. Though not as engulfing as Queen Squash' gigantic buns, the blonde
had
me completely smothered, and my ears sunk into the mud.
"Stop that useless kicking!" the Nordic beauty snarled. She wiggled her
weighty rump
savagely over my face until I dared not move a muscle. The crowd delighted in
such
dominance, and I knew I was completely at the girls' mercy. They had me just
where
they wanted me, and sitting over me, they knew it. I could feel them moving
slightly,
and the crowd responded. I guessed they were waving or raising their arms in
victory.
I reminded myself that Queen Squash had done the same thing, and I had beaten
her.
I also knew the girls had to give a good show, so I was hoping desperately they
wouldn't try to dust me just yet. Maybe I would get a chance, but I had to
have one
soon. My lungs were burning for air, but there was no chance of getting any in
my
present position, and the blonde knew it. She had my nose right up her
asshole,
obviously punishing me for ramming my finger in hers earlier. My mouth was
similarly
squashed by her pussy, with the lips splurging over my lips.
There was a new note to the crowd's roaring, and I could just barely hear it.
They were
saying something in grand unison, but such words I could only guess at, as the
blonde's weighty posterior effectively muffled any coherent sound. Mud
squished
around my ears as the blonde wriggled down over me slightly.
Waves of darkness swept over me, and I heard the blonde speak to me through my
helpless haze.
"You hear what they are saying?" she asked, giving her bottom a thump downward
for
emphasis. "They want us to drown you, that's what!" She wriggled slightly on
my face.
"Yes, my little man, simple smothering is too good for you. I'm gonna snuff
you with an
extra bonus."
The brunette began wriggling down hard on my throat and chest, and I could just
barely
hear her yell, "I told you it would be a good show!"
Then I felt a trickle hit my tongue. I weakly tried to close my mouth, but the
blonde's
pussy squashed my jaws open. And then I understood what it was the crowd
wanted.
They wanted the blonde to nearly smother me and then finish me off by drowning
me
with her piss!
As if my realization was a signal, a stream developed and gushed into my open
mouth
and down my throat. I was totally helpless, laying there pinned beneath the
two
gorgeous girls, their soft bottoms conquering me with merely their plump
weight.
The blonde began to gush her piss down my throat. I couldn't swallow it fast
enough.
It filled my mouth and nose. Her magnificent ass remained squashed in a
relaxed state
over my face, her asshole clutching my nose. I was drowning and suffocating
simultaneously. I grew dizzy, and it was as if I dreamed again. I felt the
asshole sink
lower over me. Was it swallowing my face? It was sucking me in, and I felt
myself slip
into the darkness....
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