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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....