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   The Assecutioner: Episode 1 by Cactusjuggler (c) 5/9/2004



   I had just finalized my divorce from my bitch wife Jodie two days
before. I'd done better than I had expected, winning joint custody that
would have our two kids with me on the weekends.  I could tell it really
burned Jodie that she didn't win full custody, although the bitch did get a
huge monthly support payment.

   It was my fault for having married a younger woman in the first place
(Jodie was only twenty-seven, I was thirty-eight).  The sex was great, but
after we had the kids she just grew apart from me.  She had developed into
a really nasty bitch, and now I was left paying for her to raise my two
young children.  I'd be working the rest of my life for her.

   It was about 7:30 on a Tuesday night when the doorbell rang.  I went to
the door and found myself looking *up* into the eyes of the most
fantastically hot blond woman I'd ever seen.  She had to be three or four
inches taller than me, and for a long moment I couldn't take my eyes off of
her enormous chest.

   "Yes?" I managed to say after a few moments.

   "My name is Crystal; Jodie sent work some things out with you.  May I
come in?" She asked me politely.

   "Of course." I said, and I held the door open for her.

   "Is there someplace we can sit down and talk?" She asked me.

   "Sure, follow me." I told her.

   I turned and walked down the hall towards the living room.  I wondered
why my wife would have sent this blond bombshell to talk to me.

   "I don't know why you're here, but I can tell you that I'm *not* giving
up my weekends." I told her.

   I was about to turn around, to look at her to see her response, when I
felt something press against my back.  Suddenly my whole body felt like it
was on fire, the pain was incredibly intense.  I saw stars as I stumbled
forward and fell to my knees.  I looked back up at her standing tall above
me, and saw something black in her hand.

   "Stun gun." She said with a smile, and then she reached it down to my
leg and my body exploded with pain again.

   When the pain finally relented every muscle in my body felt as if I'd
just had the heaviest workout of my life.

   "Get up, worm, or I'll hit you again." She ordered.

   I was terrified of the pain; I scrabbled to my feet as quickly as I
could.  It was a struggle just to stand.  My whole body ached, and I felt
terribly weak.

   "Get in there." She ordered, pointing to the living room.

   I almost fell trying to walk the ten steps, and when I was in the middle
of the room she pushed me down from behind.  I crumpled to the floor, and
as she rolled me over onto my back I found myself thinking that she really
was quite strong.

   "Now let's have a little chat.  Do you know why I'm here?" She asked me.


   "Whatever that bitch wants isn't going to happen." I told her.

   She slowly brought her arm back, and then she slapped me across the
face.

   "I see letting you talk is just going to annoy me." She said as she
turned around and moved to straddle me.

   She was kneeling right over my head, twisting around to look back down
at me.

   "This ought to help you be quiet." She told me, and then she lowered her
round ass towards me!

   "What are you doommmmmph . . .  mmmmmm . . .  mmmmmmm" My cries were
muffled to near silence as she sat her full weight down onto my face.

   The combination of the soft warm curves of her bottom and the iron force
of her full weight combined to totally deprive of any air at all.

   "Ha ha ha.  That's better; get your nose up my tight little ass.  Now
you just lay there and smother like a good boy while I explain the purpose
of my visit tonight." She began.

   I tried to struggle free, but she easily caught and held my wrists.  I
was so weak from the shocking she'd given me that I helpless against her.

   "Jodie does not want you to see her kids again, ever." She said,
wiggling her ass so it formed an even tighter seal over my face as she
spoke.

   "Jodie also requires you to pay her five hundred thousand dollars for
all the pain you've put her through."

   The woman above me paused for a while, still grinding her butt in my
face and appearing to enjoy it.  I was getting desperate for air, my lungs
felt as if they were going to burst into flames if I didn't breathe soon.
Finally the woman returned herself to the kneeling position and looked back
down at me with a wicked grin.

   I coughed and wheezed helplessly for a few moments while she smiled that
wicked smile.  Something about her terrified me then.

   "I-I don't have five hundred thousand dollars." I told her.

   "Bradley, Bradley, Bradley.  Think.  In what possible circumstances
could your pathetic life be worth five hundred thousand dollars?"

   I thought about it for a moment, and then it hit me.  My life insurance!
Jodie was still the beneficiary on my life insurance policy!  But that
meant . . .  Crystal must have seen the realization on my face, because she
smiled again at me.

   "That's right Brad, now you're starting to get the picture." She said,
and then she lowered her ass back down onto my face.

   My nose was pressed up into her ass crack once more, the round pillows
of her buttocks molding over my face and stealing my air once more.

   "You see Brad; I'm a hitwoman.  And I specialize in a certain type of
execution.  I like to call it an `ass-ecution' actually.  I kill men with
my ass.  It's funny really.  All you pathetic men are the same.  You all
love my ass.  If you met me in different circumstances you'd probably get
down on your knees and beg to *lick* my ass.  And all the men who *have*
gotten down and licked it had no idea what they were worshiping.  That the
same ass they eagerly tongued had killed a dozen men already." She laughed
at me, before finally lifting up just a little and letting me catch my
breath.

   "You're crazy.  And stupid too, if you think you can get away with this.
The insurance won't pay off if I'm murdered." I managed after I caught a
few breaths.

   "Bradley, you silly worm.  You're a thirty-eight year old man with high
blood pressure.  And Jodie tells me I'll find a collection of pornography
somewhere around here.  Do you think when the police find you dead holding
your own cock in front of the TV they'll really suspect any foul play? 
They'll think you had a heart attack and it will be case closed.  Now be a
good boy and get back in my ass.  We have work to do here." She told me,
and then her ass seized my face again and made it hers as she rocked back
and pushed it down hard against me.

   I struggled uselessly, but it was hopeless.  She was too strong, and I
was too weak.  It was like I really could feel her ass draining the life
out of me.  The lack of air was more terrifying every time she smothered
me. I tried to do anything, even just turn my head, but she had my face
locked in the airless death chamber that was her ass-crack and there was no
escape.

   For the next ten minutes she didn't once sit all the way up again.  Now
she was really working her ass's evil power on me.  Letting me catch only
tiny gasps of air before conquering my face again.  It went on and on, and
I think at one point I blacked out briefly.  Finally she climbed off of me
and I lay there with my head lolling, too dazed to even move.

   She moved around while I lay there confused, and then I heard the sounds
of a porn flick coming from the television.

   "That will do nicely I think." She told no one in particular as she
easily sat me up and dragged me over to the couch.

   It took her more work, but in a minute she had me dragged up onto the
couch and positioned as if I was sitting down watching the movie.  Then she
stepped back and began to strip.  I barely even noticed it; I was so weak
and helpless.  She stripped all the way down to her bra and panties before
moving back in front of me.

   "Now you're going to get an honor you really don't deserve, worm.  I
need you to get your puny dick hard for me.  I know you're not feeling the
best just now, but no man in any state can resist *this* smell." She told
me as she stepped up onto the couch with her feet on either side of me.

   She roughly grabbed my hair and pulled my face into the crotch of her
panties.  I idly noticed that they were damp and fragrant as she began to
lightly grind my nose into her mound.  I didn't feel strong enough to lift
a finger, but the evil blond was right.  Even in my weakened state the
undeniably powerful aroma of her sex began to make my cock stir in my
pants.

   "That's it worm.  Just a little more.  Get that little dick up for me!"
She demanded.

   Once I had a small tent in my pants Crystal stepped back and smiled at
me.

   "Good boy.  Now let's just get you positioned for the finale." She told
me, and then she worked my hand down into my pants and into my underwear.

   "Perfect.  You look just like a middle-aged pervert touching his
pathetic little thing.  Don't worry now worm, this won't take long at all.
And besides, you're going to have another honor you really don't deserve."
She told me as she stepped back up onto the couch and turned around.

   She positioned my head against the back of the couch and began to squat
her panty-clad bottom towards my face.

   "With just these panties between you and my ass, you're going to die
sniffing my sweaty asshole." She said down at me, and then her ass
descended down onto my face.

   She wiggled just once, positioning my nose so deep in her rear that no
breath was possible.  Incredibly, my cock stayed hard in my pants even as
her ass worked its evil asphyxiating power over me.  The powerful female
scent of her bottom filled my tortured lungs, and I felt totally at the
mercy of this blond goddess.

   "God this always makes me so hot." She told no one, and then I felt as
her rhythmic shaking as she began to rub herself above me.

   "Oh yes, I can feel it.  You're starting to fade away.  My ass is
sucking the life right out of you!  Oh yes . . .  oh . . .  oh yes." She
said, her words turning to moans of pleasure as she frigged herself atop
me.

   I was fading away.  The buttocks that had taken up total dominion over
my face were actually flexing and grasping at me then, as she neared her
own climactic moment.  Even as I felt the blackness begin to come, I heard
her moans approaching a crescendo.

   "Oh . . .  oh . . .  oh . . .  fuck yeah . . .  ohh . .  ohhh . 
ohhhhOHHHHHH!" She exclaimed, her supremely evil female body shuddering
with feminine glory as lights began to flash inside my head.

   Sitting there on my own couch with my hand clutching my still-stiff
cock, I felt my body finally succumbing to her evil feminine mastery.  Her
shaking ass squeezed the last bits of life out of me as she enjoyed her
sexual release.  And then the darkness came, and I was no more.

   - The End -


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