Anjelina's New Slave Ch. 02

'Shall we just do it?' she mocked, sticking her backside near his nose. As she bent down her bottom stretched, parting her buttocks and she wriggled provocatively. A faint gasp exited her throat as soon as the tip of his nose touched her bottom dead-centre, just about where her anal entrance stared at him threateningly. Then she slowly sank down, submerging his face beneath her bulbous bottom, her weight crushing down overbearing him.

'Let's wake you up properly,' she sniggered. 'I want you fully aware so I can properly enjoy myself'.

He felt another sting, this time in his arm. His lungs were fit to bursting. With the slightest amount of movement his head was allowed he tried to shift this way and that. But this only increased her enjoyment as small groans emitted from the back of her throat. His nose pushed up hard against her intimate anal part and she deliberately wriggled her bottom on his subjugated face.

'Wow!' she exclaimed, excitedly. 'Your face is just the right shape. This feels so good! I just knew you were the one'.

His awareness increased by the second as the counter effects of the drug dissipated. He was now becoming more scared than he'd ever been. His lungs were screaming for mercy. Her mighty backside rose ever so slightly and he took a grateful inhalation before she sat back down.

'Your face is just so comfortable,' she breathed, incredulously, wriggling her bottom on his subjugated face. 'I have a feeling I'm going to like you much more than all the others.'

She turned to look down across her shoulder and he saw her sneering face peer down at his eyes just peeking out from her voluminous buttocks. Her eyebrow arched arrogantly in defiance of his predicament.

'Your new name is Weekend', she mocked, smearing her posterior across his captured face. She let him take in a miniscule amount of air before sitting back down on her captured face.

'I have a nose for every day of the week...' she laughed, 'and now you've filled the weekend slot.'

His chest burned from oxygen deprivation and fear gripped his every pore. He had an idea this was just the beginning, that she had much more in store for him. That was just before red stars began exploding at the corners of his eyes and he heard her breathing become very heavy. Then she moaned a lot and it all became too overpowering for him, and as he slipped into a welcoming peacefulness she orgasmed, her juices permeating the front of her and smearing his oppressed face with its dampness.

She knew she'd made the right choice. She loved the hunt, the chase, the wearing down and finally the victory. She liked it very much. And she smiled as she thought of something which made her smile in its amusement. She thought, 'I got a nose for choosing the right nose.'

Then she cleaned herself, leaving his unconscious body lying in readiness for when he was next needed. And knowing her needs it wouldn't be for long. With her needs it wouldn't be for very long at all.

Anjelina pulled up her jodhpurs, sighed a happy sigh and slammed the cell door shut after her, the clanking of the lock reverberating along the corridor.

And as all the fellow captives heard the sound, they all united in their sympathy, fully aware of what it meant. They knew someone had been used, just the way they had been.





It was dark, very dark. But there was enough light from the moon to prevent him from falling. Somewhere in the distance an owl hooted, making the darkness seem even more eerie.

Far off, in the dwindling dusk, on the other side of a stream and across meandering fields, he saw some lights and headed in their direction. Behind him, dogs frantically barked near the place where he'd been held prisoner. And by the sound of them they were getting closer all the time. It looked like his escape had caused pandemonium and he'd probably only got ten minutes head start. If he was lucky.

It hadn't been easy to get away from there. Anjelina had returned a few hours later and had used him again for her perverted pleasure for what seemed like an eternity. She had even face-sat him so much she'd rendered him unconscious again. But this time she'd made the mistake of leaving him unshackled. All he'd needed was a nail to pick the lock...

The memory of what she'd done to him still burned a horrific impression into his mind. He'd never been so frightened in his entire life. And the big-assed cow sitting right on his face! He'd never felt so humiliated. And the agony of her weight. And the feel of her arse squashing his face! And the suffocation!!!

He made for the stream, washing the smells from his face. He hoped the water would put the hounds off the scent. Then he made slow progress across the meadows because of his weakened state. He jogged as fast as he could manage, not daring to look back. The hounds sounded even closer. His heart was pounding with fear.

He was nearing exhaustion but he carried on going. He was just sorry he couldn't help the others escape too. Poor sods, they'd have to remain as the women's captives and be forced to endure the facesitting torture until they were rescued. Whenever that would be.

He was panting by the time he reached the building, and close to dropping. One of the windows had a light on, like a beacon leading him to sanctuary. Peaking through the wide slit in the curtains, he smiled with gladdened heart. The sight he saw was of two women. And from the attire they wore it looked like they were policewomen, officers of the law. This was a police station. He was more reassured now, pleased he'd escaped the vile clutches of those facesitting torturesses. He couldn't be safer.

Rap, rap, he confidently knocked on the glass.

Their look was of momentarily surprise, startled at the face peeping through at them in the dark. Then one of them indicated for him to go round to the door.

'What do you want?' one of them asked, waving him in.

'Err, I'm kinda lost, officers,' he replied, steadying himself from falling.

'You look in a real state,' she said, helping him over to the settee. 'What happened to you?'

'I... I... escaped... from...' he started. But he wasn't sure how to describe the horrendous experience or the type of torturers he'd eluded.

''Go on,' she said gently, sitting opposite and looking at him intently.

'It... it... was horrible,' he went. 'They captured me and then they kept on doing things to me which were awful.'

'What sort of things?' she encouraged. The two women exchanged a look, unseen by him.

He couldn't look her in the eye. He sat there looking at the floor, wringing his hands.

Suddenly the other policewoman grabbed hold of him and yanked him to the floor.

'What sort of things?' she asked.

'What are you doing?' he yelled.

They were both grinning now, and the first officer bent his arms behind his back and tied his wrists. The other hit him with her truncheon.

'Tell us!' she commanded.

'Th... they sat on me,' he whimpered.

'They sat on you?' the other said mockingly.

'Where did they sit on you?' the other joined in, smirking.

'On.. on.. on..' he stammered, 'on my face...'

They both threw their heads back laughing.

He began realizing through his tiredness that they had no compassion. He wasn't going to get any help from these officers of the law. Not at all.

'He's got a pretty face,' the other woman said, her hands smoothing across her bulbous bottom.

'Get down those stairs,' the first policewoman said. She had the insignia of an Inspector on her arm. She kept pulling him towards a door. It lead down into a dingy basement. He involuntarily gasped in horror at the sight which befell him. In the dim light he could see the place was set out like some kind of torture chamber. Across the back by a stone wall was a raised dais with one step up at either end. There were several men's heads which poked through up the wooden stage floor, secured into position, unable to move. Some faces he couldn't see because at least three policewomen were using them as seats. They were forcing them to suffocate and to lick them wherever they ordered. The room was filled with noise. There was wailing from those captives that could breathe unhindered by a female posterior. There was a lot of noisy inhalations and gasping from those that could only breathe when allowed. And there were noisy commands being uttered by the women, who were sometimes wheezing and moaning in ecstasy from their perverted excitations.

'Get under there,' the Inspector said, shoving him through the small door under the dais. Then she shut the door and went up onto the platform. Then she instructed him to push his head through the hole.

'Turn round. That's it,' she told him, securing his face into a permanent up-facing position. He was unable to move his head, and there was nowhere for him to go.

With a small smirk she squatted down, her bottom hovering just above his helpless face. Beside him a man whined, crying in relief at the reprieve the new-comer had given him for the evening.

'I must caution you that you are under arrest' she said, holding up the arrest sheet. 'And anything you say will be used against you.'

He whimpered beneath her, dreading the worst, knowing the impending events would be absolutely dire.

Her voice now began to sound more like she was enjoying herself. But she still retained an air of officious authority. 'I now will read out the charges.'

'Please let me go,' he managed to gasp. 'I won't tell anyone.'

Throwing back her head she gave out a short laugh.

'You are charged with escaping from internment and incarceration,' she said, sitting down on his face, engulfing it. His nose vanished inside her vulva, while her buttocks squashed down weightily over the rest of his submerged countenance. 'You are charged with breathing without consent.' She settled herself more comfortably, riding her hips, working herself off on his nose.

He had been taken by surprise because she'd sat down so suddenly. He'd been on an exhalation when she sat on his face. Now his lungs were bursting.

'You are charged with non-compliance to the superior race,' she went on, enjoying the intense suffering she was causing.

With his reddened face under her, she remained seated on his subjugated head, his entire face swamped by her bulbous backside. Her full-lipped mouth curled cruelly, grinning broadly at the throaty sounds he made pleading for mercy and begging for the faintest breath of air.

'You are hereby sentenced to extreme air deprivation,' she gleefully informed him. 'This will be continuous through the night, and may be carried out by me or any of my officers.'

The weeping man in the neighbouring cubicle attempted to keep quiet but the terror of the oppressive environment forced whimperings from his well-pummelled mouth.

'Keep quiet,' she said, pointing down at him, 'or it'll be worse for you tomorrow.'

The other policewomen were in various stages of orgasm, depending on the amount of suffering they were inflicting on their suffocating prisoners.

'Where did you escape from?' the Inspector asked her seat, raising her bottom enough for him to gulp in much needed air.

'A...n...j...e...l...i...n...a...'s,' he managed to say, before her mammoth backside descended back down onto his tortured face.

'Ha! My old rival,' she chuckled. 'She will not be pleased you escaped.' She grinned from ear to ear. 'And she will be much less pleased that you have been used by me.'

She wriggled herself to push his imprisoned nose deeper into her vagina, her moistened sex organs engulfing it. This was going to be the most enjoyable breath-control session she'd had for months.

'You will now lick my anus,' she commanded. 'And until your sentence is complete you will continue licking it where ever you are smothering.'

There was nothing he could do. He poked out his tongue to search between her voluminous buttocks till the tip reached her anal muscle. She gave out an appreciative gasp. 'That's it, just there... keep it there... I will return you to her after your sentence,' she advised him. 'And I cannot wait to see the look on her face.'

With that she allowed her climax to fully take hold, letting her ejaculating juices to swamp his captured nostril.

Beneath his tormentor, he was suffering to the extreme. His lungs were on fire from oxygen denial, he was close to passing out, and it took all his will-power to keep his tongue circulating in the place she had bidden him to lick.

This was absolute torture. And she'd only just started on him, and already he was near to collapse. She'd said he'd got to endure this for the rest of the night!

But what he was really terrified of was if he lasted the night and survived he still had to face Anjelina tomorrow.

The Inspector's whole body became tingly and her eyes folded up into her eyelids and at that moment she knew he was almost passing out. And that gave her orgasm more impetus and at that moment she experienced the most intense climax and she just allowed it to keep on enveloping her.