Archive name: Beach Smother.HTM (M/FF, Facesitting, Humiliation)

Authors name: Smotherfan ([email protected])

Story title: Beach Smother

Part of the Dominion Series

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Authors Note: I have always thought that the humiliation and enslavement of a person doesn’t happen in a few hours, that it’s a gradual event, with humiliation piled upon humiliation until the enslavement is complete, also that the enslavement is as much a mental as a physical event.

I was walking alone the beach heading home, feeling smug and more than a little bit weary as Marcia was a very physical woman, much more so than my girlfriend of three years, Jenna.

“Lovely morning!”

“What?” I said in startled reply.

“I said it’s a lovely morning.” The brunette replied.

I hadn’t noticed them at first, now I realised that I wasn’t the only one on the beach. The one who’d spoken was about twenty two or three with long brunette hair; she was wearing spectacles and had a pale complexion.

“Lovely.” I replied, though I didn’t really want to strike up a conversation. I was heading home for a few hours bed that didn’t involve satisfying a horny woman.

“Heading anywhere in particular?” The other one asked. She looked about the same age and her auburn hair was tinged with red that was probably natural and unlike her friend this one wore her hair short.

I notice women’s hair as it’s my profession and is also an excellent way to meet women. I met Marcia that way and probably a score of other’s in the time I’ve been with Jenna, not that Jenna knows about my extra curricular activities. She wants our relationship to go further, that we should set up home together, but I won’t ever do that, not until I stop pulling horny little sluts like Marcia.

“Home.” I replied, slightly resenting the probing question.

“Good night out?” Asked the one in glasses, she was wearing a white sleeveless top and a knee length skirt made up of different patterned squares. I knew there was a name for the design but couldn’t think of it.

“Fair.” I replied. I didn’t want to be drawn into a conversation.

“Likewise.” The other one answered, like glasses, she wore a sleeveless top only her’s was black and her knee length skirt was school grey.

After hair I always notice a woman’s clothing next. As I said I’m a professional and noticing what a woman was wearing could open her legs as easy as a blow dry and perm.

We were walking side by side with me the filling in the sandwich. I noticed that glasses were probably the taller by an inch or so and that they were both wearing canvas beach shoes, hardly the wear for a night out.

I, by contrast, was still wearing my Herman t-shirt and Slowes slacks, my First Foot shoes were hanging together on my shoulder. I was walking barefoot in the sand. As you can see I’m a real style animal.

We walked on. I was tempted to tell them to get stuffed. I wasn’t any kind of mood for a conversation with two complete strangers. The beach at this time of day is inhabited only by the occasional jogger and so we met no one as we approached the old pier.

“I’m Lena and this is Lulu.” The glasses wearer announced. In addition to pinning names on them Lena hooked her arm inside mine.

“Hey!” I tried to disentangle myself, but as fast as I twisted away from Lena then Lulu hooked her arm inside mine.

This game carried on for about a minute as we headed in the general direction of the pier. I never realised that they were steering me beneath it until its dark shadow shut out the early morning sun.

“What the hell is up with you two?” I almost shouted.

“Just thought that we should get better acquainted.” Lena laughed.

Ever heard of the amoeba, like it can split into two, well that was how I felt, my hormones; led by my dick saying there might just be something interesting about to occur whilst Mr. Logic said get the hell out of here.

“How well acquainted?” I asked as my dick began to stiffen.

“Very!” Lena said and gave my dick a gentle squeeze.

Well that did it, my dick started rising to the occasion and Mr. Logic was told to fuck off. “My place or yours?” I stroked my hand across Lena’s tits, she had a fair pair, nothing to win awards with, but fine enough.

“We thought here.” Lulu whispered.

“Here, as in under the pier?” I asked laughing, the idea appealed and my dick hardened a little more.

“Sure, come on.” Lulu grabbed my hand and pulled me further into the shadows and like the idiot that I was I allowed her to do so.

Once in the relative concealment of the pier and hidden by shadows and the pile supports Lulu dropped to her knee’s before me and I braced myself for what I expected to happen. Lulu unbelted my slacks and they were pushed down to my knees, my dick was pushing against the thin material of my shorts and then…

The back of my head exploded and I was falling forwards.

It took me a few seconds to even understand that Lena had whacked me and by then I was on my back with both of the crazy bitches sitting on my chest and stomach.

There were still a few stars and my head stung and that was more important than the fact that they were pinning me into the sand. So that by the time I was coherent enough to understand what was happening I was pinned beneath eighteen stones of female.

“What…”

“Shut up and listen!” Lena snapped she was sitting on my chest and leaning forwards to hold my wrists; her hair was falling down into my face and partially obscuring hers. “We have been sent by Jenna to teach you a lesson for all the whoring about.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Fuck, you just spent the night fucking a beach bimbo and that’s not the first time that you have cheated on Jenna. She knows all about you’re cheating and now she’s doing something about it.”

It would have been laughable if it wasn’t for the fact that Jenna had discovered what I’d been up to, that would spoil things unless I was extra persuasive.

What were laughable were these two cuties and their threats, what could they do to me? I suppose that I couldn’t keep the sense of amusement from off my face, my mouth twitched with the faintest of smiles.

“He’s thinks this is amusing.” Lena said, she had sat back, leaving my wrists free.

“He should be taught a lesson.” Lulu said, looking over Lena’s shoulder.

“I left college years ago.” I retorted. “Now let me get up and we’ll all forget anything ever happened.”

“You need a lesson in humility.” Lulu said.

“Humility and obedience.” Lena suggested.

“Yeah, that’s right, humility and obedience.”

Well they were right about the humility; I am a self centred and conceited bastard, but obedience? I wasn’t a dog and I told them so.

Lena laughed. “I like dogs and I don’t like you.” She inched forwards until her knees were touching my shoulders. “And Lu agrees with me, don’t you Lu?”

“Sure, men are only of any use when they are obedient.”

Lena slid forwards until the hem of her skirt touched my chin. Instinctively I stretched backwards, trying to put a little distance between us. It didn’t last for long. Lena just smiled and closed the distance again.

I figured that I had to do something and soon. Just what these crazy bitches had in mind I still had no idea, but the way the conversation was turning wasn’t a comfort.

I knew that I could throw either of them off me; two was more difficult as their combined weight was way more than mine. There was the added problem that they wouldn’t just sit back and let me escape. I’d have to fight myself free and with my pants down to my knee’s that wouldn’t be easy.

If they had planned this, then they’d done a good job, still I couldn’t just lie here, I had to act. I made one last attempt to reason with them.

“Just let me up, ladies and I’ll be on my way. I’ll sort things with Jenna, I promise.”

“He has no idea what’s going to happen!” Lulu laughed. “I say that we show him.”

“Good idea.” Lena was also laughing. I thought that it might be a good time to make the bid for freedom when Lena slid so far forwards that she was straddling my face, her skirt dropping about me like a shroud. I stared up into the crotch of a pair of purple panties and then Lena sat on my face.

I can’t describe it any other way; Lena was simply using my face as a chair. I fought her, of course I fought her, but Lena was sitting full weight on my face and I couldn’t shift her, and there was Lulu sitting across my chest, adding to the weight I had to shift.

I twisted, kicked, and bucked, a human bronco horse. I made them work like hell to keep their seats, but that was exactly what they did, for no matter how much I struggled, I couldn’t dislodge them.

At some point I began to realise that I couldn’t breathe, that Lena had cut off my supply of air. It made me fight even harder, my resistance now fuelled by desperation and then one of them; I guess it had to be Lulu, grabbed my balls and squeezed.

I stopped struggling. I wanted to go to the defence of my helpless testicles, but I couldn’t so I guessed that stopping fighting back was the next best thing. So as I quietened so the pressure on my balls lessened. Eventually I was still and the hand left my balls. All I needed now was to be allowed to breath.

Lena moved back off my face and I started to breath again. “Now that was because you didn’t behave.” Lena began to lecture me. “You really have to learn that you have to obey.”

“This is insane…” I gasped.

“See, answering back, that deserves to be punished.” Smoothly Lena slid back over my face and sat down across my mouth, jamming my nose into the crotch of her panties.

I couldn’t help flapping about, the need for air is automatic and so I struggled but Lena sat firm. “You breathe after you stop fighting.” Lena warned, lifting her skirt from my face to see me, or at least the bits she wasn’t sitting on.

I was starting to see stars before I could quell my panic enough to lie there. Lena smiled and raised her butt enough for me to breathe.

“The reward for obedience is air, nothing more than that.” She sat down again and now I was beginning to feel the helplessness of my position. I was encased by her hot female flesh, my head trapped between her thighs and pinned beneath her.

She moved again and I breathed again, then she sat down and I began to smell her. I know what women smell like, the hot, musky, almost fishy stink their bodies give off and Lena’s was starting to give it off.

“Let me have him.” Lulu says, looking down at me. “We promised to share him.”

“Alright.” Lena shifted forwards and before I could savour the release Lulu had replaced her. I couldn’t help but groan but the noise was smothered by Lulu’s white see-through panties.

The sound of my distress amused them, I heard them laugh and they talked amongst themselves whilst I sweated and suffocated beneath them, for it was becoming hot and increasingly smelly.

I began to lose track of anything other than the rare moments when my face was not beneath one or the others unforgiving arse, they were moments of celebration and the chance of some air not saturated by the smell of their cunts.

They swapped places and then swapped again. I was a chair or something, certainly not somebody. I was dependant up on them for everything and soon I’d done anything, I mean anything just not to be smothered.

It was frightening how quickly I was turning from a self confident and assured bastard into a slavering, feeble wimp.

Now they could leave me, stand up and walk about and I’d do nothing. I’d just lie there, chest heaving, half watching them through what seemed drug filled eyes. I felt so sluggish and weary, beat down by the relentless punishment they’d inflicted on me.

Lena came and stood over me. I didn’t move and just stared up at her, waiting. It wasn’t a long wait; she squatted down over my face and slowly sat down. This time she was facing down my body and I found myself facing her arse hole, at least she was still wearing her panties.

Lena adjusted her position until my nose was jammed between her arse cheeks and I could smell the earthy musky that her arse was giving off.

“Keep his mouth covered.” Lulu said as she clambered back on my chest.

“I have, and his nose is up my other crack.”

“You should fart.” Lulu laughed.

“If I can, I will, these skirts make a perfect tent, he’d get the benefit for ages.” They fell about laughing whilst all I could do was waiting for them to swap position.

Eventually it happened and I was once more pinned beneath Lulu, the fabric of her panties was such that I could see her arse crack as it enveloped my vision.

I was almost past caring whether they farted or didn’t. All I wanted was to be left alone but these crazies would never allow that to happen. I still couldn’t figure out what Jenna had to do with the crazies and where this mad moment was leading.

I was beginning to hallucinate, they were starving me of air, I had just enough but no more.

Lulu moved, rolling off me and Lena didn’t replace her, so for precious moments I was free.

“He’s gone all purple.” Lulu said, pointing at me and laughing.

“It’s the quality of the smother.” Lena joined in and they laughed again.

Lulu came and knelt next to me. I was expected another smothering and raised my hands to my face in defence. “They are no use.” She smiled and grabbing each wrist wrestled my arms down. “See how easy that was? Right now a ten year old could arm wrestle you and win.”

I struggled and all I drew was derision from them both. Lulu leant so far forwards that I could feel her breath, but that was preferable to smelling her arse or cunt. “In case you are wondering, it’s oxygen starvation. You have spent…” She glanced at her watch. “Over two hours being smothered and starved of air. Right now you can’t quite think straight and you’re so weak that either of us can manage you without breaking sweat.

“Two hours!” I said in a hoarse voice.

“Over two hours.” Lulu answered with a grim smile. “Doesn’t time fly when you’re having fun?”

“Why are you doing this?” I pleaded.

“Because Jenna asked us to and most of all because we enjoy doing this. I love the feel of a man squirming beneath my ass and knowing that I am in total control. I can almost orgasm just on the knowledge that eventually he’ll lick my arse because I tell him to and not because he wants to.”

If she wanted to scare me then she was doing a good job. I was literally cringing, trying to draw away from her.

“It gets so that I can do anything, fart, smother, or piss on him, anything that I want.” As she spoke so Lulu once more straddled my face. She looked down on me. “Right now all you’re thinking about is my arse being on your face, when and for how long?” She was rotating herself over and over my face and I realised that I was actually following her movements. I could see the dark stain where her cunt juices were soaking into the crotch of those white see-thro panties. She sank lower and lower until she was brushing against my face. “Like that?” Lulu laughed. “How about a little sniff, I might be gentle if you do.”

I didn’t even think. I lifted my head and sniffed, drawing her smells into my head.

“That’s right.” Lulu crowed. “I want you to remember how I smell, I want to remember so that when I’m a hundred miles away you’ll think of me and remember how I smell, how I taste and how it feels to have my arse in your face.” She settled across my face, making sure that my mouth was covered and my nose was once more up her arse crack.

At some stage Lena’s purple panties replaced Lulu’s white see-thro panties and I was ordered to smell her and remember like I had to remember Lulu.

After that I lost any sense of time or reality. I knew that they repeatedly smothered me, all the time taunting me, instructing me.

“I could get used to your face, it’s just becoming comfortable.” Lena laughed.

I had held onto the lingering hope that this would end once the beach began to fill with the weekend surfers, but remarkably the bubble of sound never occurred and I suffered in a silent world populated only by their voices and my groans.

“I’ll get the buggy, you get him ready.” Lulu ordered.

I didn’t see her leave as Lena’s skirt was once more forming a perfect tent and I was past caring if this would seen the end of my ordeal. I was past caring, if they wanted to carry on this torture it was their decision not mine.

Abruptly Lena was no longer on my face. “Get dressed.” She said shortly.

I did, but it was a struggle, everything seemed to work in slow motion, my hands, and my brain. I tried to stand and fell over and eventually I hauled my pants up whilst lying down.

Lena did nothing to help. She just leaned against a pylon and watched me struggle.

Lulu returned. I didn’t hear her approach but suddenly she was standing over me. “Get to your feet.” She ordered.

I tried to speak but after being smothered for so long my jaw seemed to be dislocated. All that came out was a grunt.

“They say that men are descended from apes.” Lulu laughed. “There is a four by four about twenty meters that way, now I don’t care if you walk crawl or squirm like a snake, but I expect you to make it.”

There was a real menace in her voice and I tried to stand. She hadn’t said that I would be punished if I didn’t do as she said, but I wasn’t going to take the chance. I think that I managed about four steps before my legs gave way and I collapsed to my knees.

“Crawl!” Lena said and I obeyed, at least I could do that. Slowly we left the shadows of the pier and I tried once again to stand. I was suddenly afraid of people seeing me on my knees. I needn’t have worried, the beach was deserted and the stars were out, it was evening.

“Dark!” I managed.

“Very good!” Lulu laughed and clapped her hands in mock applause. “I said that time flies when you’re enjoying yourself – now move.”

I managed another couple of staggering, drunken yards before my knee’s buckled again and I slumped onto the sand. After that I crawled, head down, with them walking on either side.

We reached the four by four and I was told to climb into the back. I managed, but only after falling twice and again without any help. I just lay there, enormously tired, hungry and thirsty.

The journey was in silence, only the FM radio broke the silence, it was a jazz station. I hated jazz but I said nothing. I was bounced about as the journey continued but that discomfort was nothing to the sheer pleasure of not being smothered. I was almost recovered or at least revived when the four by four bounced to a halt.

“Get out.” Lena ordered and it was only then that I realised that I was somewhere with these two crazies and my nightmare was about to happen again. I went berserk.

It didn’t matter. I’d fought, kicked, punched and struggled. I’d shouted, screamed, swore and cursed. The result was the same, I was bent double, on my knee’s, wrenching from the pain and with them standing over me.

“You are a fool.” Lena gasped. I knew that I’d been hit and it had hurt and the pain in her voice said that it had hurt her. “I thought that you’d understood that we were in charge and that you were nothing more than a slave”

“Let me go.” I groaned.

“Never.” Lena said and kicked me in the groin. I collapsed forwards in a heap. “Obedience, you have to learn.” She kicked me again, this time in the side of my head and I remembered no more.”

“Wake up. I know that you can hear me, so wake up.” The sound of Lena’s angry voice finally stirred my bruised senses.

“What?” I croaked.

“You have ten minutes in the bathroom, move.”

I looked about, watching Lena’s bare feet leave the room. Ten minutes. I replayed her words, ten minutes to do what? Bathroom, suddenly my gut rumbled. I looked around again and zeroing on the bathroom just about made it.

It was surprising what I could do in ten minutes, take a shit, have a shower, clean my teeth, have a shave. I’d have felt human, well almost human, but one look in the mirror dissuaded me of that fantasy. I looked as if I’d gone ten rounds with Mike Tyson, my eyes were puffy, cheeks bruised. Well, after god knows how many hours having a female arse on your face, what did I expect?

They were waiting outside when I emerged. Lena tossed a pair of shorts in my direction. “Change into these.” Lena said.

“Where?” I asked not even thinking whether I should.

“Here? We’ve seen a naked man before, now change.” Lulu muttered.

They were both wearing Chinese style wraps; Lena’s was mostly red whilst Lulu’s was mostly yellow.

I got down to my shorts, hesitated and then stepped out of them.

“Wait, lets see what you have.” Lulu commanded. “Stand up straight with hands behind your back.”

I actually did as I was told, it was only then that I realised that I was acting like a zombie, following their every instruction. Instinctively I covered myself with my hands.

“That, wasn’t what I meant.” Lulu said, getting to her feet and crossing the room towards me Lulu came and stood in front on me. She only came up to my chin but that didn’t phase her one bit. “Put your hands behind your back or I’ll hurt you!” Lulu had deep brown eyes and they never blinked once as she stared into my face. It was a battle of wills.

I moved my hands, not behind my back, but to the side. Lulu took a step back, smiled in triumph and then retraced her steps to her chair.

“Seen smaller.” Lena said.

“Not many.” Lulu remarked.

“True, makes you wonder why he’s so successful.”

“You should ask Jenna.”

“I think that would be intruding, what she sees in him is her business, not ours.” Lena answered. “Why do you fuck around?” She asked me.

“Because I can.” I replied arrogantly, a night’s sleep had bolstered my spirits.

I think my reply made them both think because for a moment they were both silent.

“So, isn’t Jenna a good enough fuck to satisfy you?” Lulu asked.

“She’s okay.”

Lulu glanced across at Lena. “Do you know that she does women?”

“Never!”

“Quite often and we can both testify to that!” They both giggled and then looked at me.

At once my newly found confidence evaporated. Jenna was never a lesbian, I’d have known, she couldn’t have been.

Lena laughed out loud. “Men are so predictable, they think the sun shines out of their arses and that the sight of their nob makes a woman turn to jelly.” She looked at me. “Put those shorts on, your dick just makes me want to puke.”

I dressed. There was the question that I had to ask. “This is kidnapping, you have to let me go.”

“No, this isn’t kidnapping. If you ever said anything we’d just claim it was a sex game that went to far. After all we did meet on the beach and you did accept our offer and you did let us drop your pants.” Lena replied.

“I didn’t ask you to sit on my face like you did.” I retorted.

Lulu snapped her fingers. “I knew that there was something I’d forgotten to do.”

“Of course, that’s why I didn’t recognise him.” Lena added.

“We were always sitting on his face.” They chorused.

“YOU’RE MAD, BOTH OF YOU!” I screamed as they advanced.

“Mad, bad and in charge.” Lena laughed. “Come on little man, make your mind up either fight or kneel.” They kept on advancing and I started to retreat.

I exited the room and found myself in a conservatory, there was no exit. The only way out was past them, I turned around and they were there, in the doorway, waiting for me.

“Fight or kneel, it’s your choice.” Lulu repeated.

I knelt, hung my head and awaited my fate.

They came over to me and slowly walked around me. “I like the way he hangs his head.” Lulu laughed, running her hand through my still damp hair. “Get on all fours, like a dog.”

I did so, with my head down all I could see were their feet. First one and then the other sat on my back; with their legs dangling free of the floor I was holding all their weight and my arms trembled.

“Hurry on horsy.” Lena laughed and I guess it was her who slapped my buttocks, through the thin, almost transparent material of my shorts it was painful.

I wobbled painfully and slowly forwards, every time I stopped I was rewarded with another slap, always, expertly and precisely where the last one had been. So each slap hurt more than the last and as I tired and stopped more often, then more often and more painfully I suffered.

I was sobbing with the pain when they halted me with my head pressed against the foot of a bed.

“Stop blubbing!” Lena snapped and they both climbed off my back. I collapsed in a heap. “If you want to lie down then get on the bed.” Lena snarled. She slapped my buttock again and I scrambled to obey. If I lay on my back I’d be at least protecting my burning flesh.

Almost as one they slipped out of their wraps. On another day having two reasonably good looking women stripped down to their underwear would have been the turn on off my life. Now the sight filled me with dread.

Lulu was now wearing a pair of plain white briefs and Lena an almost similar pair of pale yellow. It was Lulu who claimed my face first, facing down my body, her mounting of me was almost casual with distain. “Get your nose up my arse.” She demanded, steering my face into position. She settled down across my mouth. “Come on cunt sniff, get a nice big whiff.”

Lena meanwhile sat down across my stomach and amused herself by pinching my nipples, my cries of pain smothered by Lulu’s unrelenting arse.

So began my second day as torture. Lena replaced Lulu, Lulu replaced Lena, on and on they went until I felt nothing like a man, I was just a piece of furniture.

At some stage they left me, so confident were they of my total subservience that they showered and dressed whilst I just lay on their bed.

“Lu and I are going out.” Lena said pulling me off the bed. “You are going to get acquainted with your accommodation.”

I was led down a set of stairs to what would once have been a garage. Only the door was now a brick wall and the garage was a bare but functional room. There was a bed, toilet and wash basin, a single light bulb hung from the ceiling. They left me and at first I was glad to lie on the bed and not have an arse across my mouth.

I think I heard the four by four drives away, but I wasn’t sure and then the silence descended up on me almost as heavily as their arse’s had. There was nothing to read, nothing to do, I could lie on the bed, sit on the bed, pace the room, have a piss or a shit and wash my hands and face, and that was it.

I discovered that there was no light switch and that the only door opened from the outside. This wasn’t a room, it was a cell. If anything happened to my captures then I would die in here.

The thought sent me crawling back to the bed and beneath the thin quilt, I shook myself to sleep, trying not to think, that only brought on the nightmares.

I don’t know what time it was when Lulu brought me from my cell. They’d taken my watch; in fact they’d taken everything that was mine. I had nothing to cling onto save for my memories and the grim belief that this couldn’t last forever.

I was led into the lounge, that wide open space where I’d stood naked how many hours before? I couldn’t tell. It was dark outside and the room was only poorly light, with a log fire giving off most of the light.

Lena was sprawled on the couch.

“Get on your knees and crawl over to her, put your head between her legs and kiss her.” There was only the slightest of pressures but I dropped to my knees all the same and crawled to where Lena, her legs wide apart waited.

I planted a kiss on her…her…bush. She didn’t have any panties on. I jerked back, not from revulsion as I suck enough pussy in my time, but from shock. Lulu’s hands caught my head and pushed me back again.

“Time for your audition to begin.” She whispered in my ear. “We tossed for this and I lost, so Lena gets first go at you.” She pushed my head lower and Lena’s musky excited smell hit my nostrils.

I reached out with my tongue, touching her wiry pu