Stats
by Mike



Joel watched from the beach as each wave rolled in with rhythmic regularity.
The sunset was majestic, and if painted, people would say it wasn't realistic.
Joel ignored it; his world consisted of varying shades of Grey. Each day
flowed like a wave merging with one another and forming a boring endless
chain.

Joel opened the paper and turned to the sports section. It listed, in a rather
dry tone, the clans that recently lost at STATS. There were ten in all;
between 2,000 and 3,000 lives forfeit.

Joel lived in a unique, advanced, matriarchal society. Women ruled a society
void of crime and war. All children were reared by the state and organized
into groups of 150 to 500 members. Each distinct group, or Clan, had it's own
insignia, color, and internal societal structure. Your particular clan was
your whole life. Life outside a clan wasn't worth living; you became, like
Joel, a non-person, existing on the edge of society. Tolerated yet shunned.

Joel then caught sight of a familiar name, Mary 248C1/Fem STATS. The first
letters of her last name denoted her Clan. The Fem STATS denoted a
professional all female STATS team (also a Clan unto itself). The Fem STATS
were on constant tour, playing all comers. Joel had, at one time in his life,
the 248C1 at the end of his name.

Jeff, a neighbor, entered Joel's hut. Jeff was in his mid 40's. A bearded
shuffling non-entity. Jeff was also clanless and reduced to existing day by
day as best he could.

"Say, ain't that pro Mary 248C1 from your old Clan." He stated.

"Yes, I knew her once. What a Hell of a STATS player." Joel replied.

"Hey Joel tell me about it. How you once knew the rich and famous."

Joel looked at Jeff and nodded. Though Jeff was a young man at the prime of
his life he was also a broken one. He had more in common with Jeff that one
might expect.

It hadn't always been that way. He was once young full of spirit; a proud
member of Clan 248C1. There were 211 of them, all brought up together. The
ratio was 2/3 male to female which was quite common among clans. The clan
lived in several large barracks with male and female randomly mixed. Everyone
ate together, slept together and even had common showers together. It was an
idyllic life with few cares except for the STATS elimination games. Each clan
had to prove themselves, to justify their existence. The STATS games ensured
that.

STATS, short for status (because everyone was always inquiring about your
clan's status in the games) was played in a large indoor gym. Bleachers were
on either side of the main playing area. A large soft mat covered the main
floor. Opposing clans faced each other 100 feet apart above the gym floor on a
network of ropes and rope ladders. It was an intricate mix of knots and ropes
expertly designed by rigging specialists. Their design was such that a player
could never get a solid footing. Also, it was designed to start to unravel as
the game progressed. This network began 10 feet from the floor and reached 35
feet high. Two large turnbuckles secured it at both ends. Someone said it was
like playing dodge ball on a mangled badminton net 10 feet off the ground.

Teams consisted of 25 players each side with 1st, 2nd third string and so on.
Sometimes the 5th or 6th string players would be incorporated into the first
string to take hits, and sacrifice themselves for the clan. Each team also had
a dozen or more cheerleaders.

The ball, or "spike", was smaller than a soccer ball and made of hard leather.
It was ingeniously designed so as to allow cures to be thrown. An expert could
even make it boomerang back to you. Every team was allowed three balls on each
side. If one fell it was quickly tossed back up into the net. Opposing clans
were to try to knock off each team's members from the net. At some point so
many opponents would be knocked off that one clan would be declared the
looser. Additional points, or technical points, could be made for good hits on
the face or chest.

There was a serious and deadly component of the game. The loosing clan would
forfeit their lives. This brings up the concept of the Cheerleaders. They did
provide the important function of keeping the clans spirits up but, beyond
this, their function was much more deadly.

When an opposing clan member was knocked off the netting a cheerleader would
run out, push him flat to the mat, then sit on his face and slowly straddle
smother him to death. Fallen victims never resisted and accepted their fate.
This "kill phase" might take over an hour but usually it was completed in 15
to 20 minutes. Also, if a player came too low into the netting, a cheerleader
could pull him down.

At the end of a match the defeated clans colors or flag would be torn apart by
the victors.

The victorious clan had the option of sparing five of the defeated clans top
players. They could even incorporate them into their own clan. As with custom,
all of the defeated clan's cheerleaders would be spared. The rest of the clan
would then be led out onto the mat to be slowly and carefully smothered by all
of the females of the victorious clan.

"Jeff, do you really want to hear my sad tail of woe?" Joel said.

"Talk on old buddy," Jeff said, lighting his pipe.

The first thing that comes to mind was our barracks. It was a typical military
style Quonset hut and held 50 of our clan. Our living arrangements included
both male and female all living together equally. Being brought up together
like this left no mysteries to the female body and the whole arrangement was
quite honest. I was lucky and had a bottom bunk.

My bunkmate above me was Tim. Tim was short and frail; this relegated him to
the 5th String, the lowest of low positions. Tim was my best friend you know.
He was real smart, a brain, and had a quick wit. Usually he kept to himself.
Tim had dark brown hair that he hardly ever combed. His wild tossed hair gave
him a "mad scientist" look, which he cultivated. I felt bad about him being
assigned to the 5th String. Your social standing in the clan was determined by
which position you played.

Carol was on a bunkbed to my right. Carol, a studious girl, and a bit
overweight, had brown hair done up into a bun. She had large round thick
glasses that gave her an owl like appearance. She was a nice friend to have
and always ready to help on a difficult math problem. Carol read a lot,
spending most of her time in the library. She had no interest in sports but
had told me she harbored a secret desire to become a cheerleader. Carol had a
good enough body to become a decent STATS player however she was content with
her books and a lowly position on the 5th String with Tim.

In the bunk above Carol was George. He was a blonde lad full of energy and a
bit too spontaneous for his own good. Deep down he was shy and insecure and
this caused him to overcompensate with the barracks clown routine. Our clan
seemed to be cursed with an overabundance of clowns. One red hared boy in the
next Quonset hut, Oliver, was always getting into big trouble. George was
athletic and quick which made him a good STATS player. George and I were on
the 2nd String together.

On my left, on the bottom bunk was Terry. Terry was an athlete and 2nd String
captain. Terry was handsome with curly blonde hair and a tanned athletic body.
What with his good looks and high status as a team captain he was a natural
hit with the girls. Tim was quite arrogant; I didn't like him at all.

Above Terry was Amber. Amber was what you might call a "fluff head blonde".
She was always talking and had to be the center of attention at all times.
Amber considered herself the team's social director, always- planning dances
and such. Amber was a bit short and thin with a nice well- developed body. It
goes without saying that she was on the cheerleading squad.

Unfortunately the cheerleading squad was also occupying our barracks. They
were loud, elitist and lording it over everyone. They constantly went about in
their cheerleader's uniforms. This proved humorous at times since no
underpants were worn with them.

Gloria was the Cheerleaders Team Captain. She was a tall statuesque blonde
with a magnificent mature body, developed well beyond her 17 years. She had
high cheekbones, piercing green eyes and carried an air of sophistication
about here. Since we all showered together I often cast an envious eye on her
luscious body. She was a no nonsense type leader that herded her cheerleaders
around like sheep. She was tall and sexy yet with an aggressive, get the job
done attitude. I definitely wouldn't want her under the net waiting for me to
fall. Because of her status as a team captain she had her own private room at
the end of the barracks. As expected Gloria was dating our STATS Team Captain
mister "macho muscles" Dennis.

The cheerleaders often practiced cheers in our barracks or chattered
constantly about boys or fashions. If you weren't at least a First String
player you were a nothing, not even worthy of a "good morning". Often Tim and
I would come in to the barracks and find all of the cheerleaders sitting
around on our bunks chatting it up with Amber. Tim and I, being such low life,
had to wait until they were through before we could lie down for a rest.

One advantage of having the cheerleaders in our barracks was that we would
find out things before the rest of our clan did. On one particularly
uneventful day I heard the name 511D4 - another clan! Tim and I and Carol knew
where the Clan Registry was kept in the library. Carols eyes lit up when she
read that they were 4 years younger than we were. Clans would often be
unequally matched, probably to reduce the competition. The cheerleaders were
esthetic and latterly bouncing around the barracks. One of the cheerleaders,
Casey I believe, did a cartwheel down the full length of the barracks.

Just prior to loading on the bus I ventured into the bathroom. The
cheerleaders all had their skirts up and were applying a thin oil all over
their crotch. I inquired of Janice, a dark hared beauty that spent all of her
available time swimming, what this was all about. Janice was one of the few
cheerleaders that had treated me decent and I figured I could get an actual
reply not some quip "get lost creep" like I would probably get from one of the
others.

"Oh this", she stated, is to lubricate the victims face so we can work his
nose in good and tight. You know, work it around inside a lot." She then
playfully bumped me with her hips. She then laughed a put a little of the oil
on my face.

"Want to try out a little before the D4 girls get a hold of you.

I sat next to Carol on the bus ride over. She told me that she was looking
forward to the mass smother at the end of the game. This surprised me. I
always thought of Carol as rather shy and bashful. Carol said that the thought
of a victim's nose pressed deep into her body was so exciting that it gave her
Goosebumps all over. Girls, would I ever really understand them?

Though we had been constantly practicing nothing really prepares you for an
actual life and death game. The Clan 511D4 was already in the bleachers when
we filed in. It was huge clan, about 500 members. The noise was deafening for
their cheerleaders were working them up into total frenzy. Once we filled into
place our cheerleaders began working us up and shouting chants and taunting
the opposition.

Being on the second string I was positioned right behind the nets, towards the
right side. It wasn't a really good view except that I was close to a large TV
screen. Several of these TV's were positioned strategically around the gym. In
the center of the court, hanging down from the ceiling, was a large electronic
scoreboard to present the number of victims smothered.

A trumpet was sounded to begin the game. Both groups of cheerleaders paraded
solemnly around the gym, proudly carrying their clan colors. An elderly lady,
the local director of the STATS games, gave a short speech then she waved a
small flag for the play to commence.

Both clans' 1st string players were already in place waiting nervously for the
games to start. The camera slowly played over the faces of each teams main
player. The 511D4 Clan was young and nervous; they did have a few strong
looking players though. Their cheerleaders were all cute and very keyed up for
the action.

Various strategies are applied during a game of STATS but the one that seems
to work the best was the simplest - hit them hard and fast with everything
you've got. Knock off a few of their key players and they begin to loose
confidence. The cheerleaders also play a crucial role in demoralizing the
opposition.

Their role is to make fast and aggressive kills. It's like having a vicious
school of sharks circling just below the surface waiting for a victim to fall
into the water. The camera then played over Gloria's intense and determined
face. Any opposing player that to fall out of the net and land at her feet was
facing a sure swift death.

A spike ball was tossed towards the opposition but went far from its intended
target, a skinny lad trying to keep his footing. Then spike balls from both
sides began to fly back and forth for a few minutes, not really doing any
damage. Ms Thomas, our coach, was fuming; she wanted to see some aggressive
action. Dennis, our Team Captain, let loose with a powerful curve ball. It
caught a handsome blonde lad square on the right side of his head. He seemed
dazed, looked around, then fell to the arena floor.

Gloria had been waiting for this moment her whole life and raced out to him.
Play stopped as everyone was fascinated by the drama now being played out on
the gym floor. A camera had zoomed in for a detailed view. The poor lad had a
"what happened" look on his face. No nonsense Gloria was anxious to work on
him and pushed him flat onto his back. She then sat high on his shoulders,
hiked her skirt up to her waist and spread her legs wide. She then put one
hand on top of the lad's head and slowly moved forward. The camera zoomed in
for an extreme close up of the victim's nose slowly disappearing deep into
Gloria's body. Soon his face was almost totally obscured by her honey blonde
pubic hair. The boy's bright blue eyes were just barely visible - all wide and
full of terror.

The camera then moved up for a close-up of Gloria's face. She was in deep
concentration, placing his nose up into just the right position. Satisfied he
was in good and tight she began a rhymic pumping and grinding motion on him.
When she started pumping on him our whole clan let out a huge roar of
approval. Gloria smiled and waved up towards the crowd. She then blew a kiss
towards Dennis, her boyfriend. A few of the lads nearby began to make bets as
to how long the victim would last. The consensus was 15 minutes, tops!

The pending death and aggressive kill behavior, as well as, the superbly
thrown curve ball had an unnerving effect on the opposition. Dennis then sent
another fast ball into the head of a young D4 member. He fell to the floor at
about mid court. Janice raced out to claim him, beating out three other
cheerleaders that also had their eye on the young male.

The camera zoomed in for a close-up. Janice knelt over him and hiked up her
skirt then laid on his face, facing his feet for a "full body smother" or
"69". She then spread her legs wide. This allowed the camera to zoom in for a
close up of his nose disappearing deep into a glistening black mat of curly
pubic hair. Janice then began a quick pump and grind on him. Action was
heating up in the nets so the camera didn't linger long on Janice and her
victim.

One by one our opponents began to fall. Dennis, as well as, other team members
were now firing one devastating shot after another into the terrified ranks of
the D4 Clan. Nine of our 12 cheerleaders were astride victims in one smother
position or another. A sharp fast curve ball sent a small frail lad to the
mat. Amber quickly ran out to claim him.

The camera zoomed in for a close up. The boy had evidently hurt his right arm
in the fall and was grimacing in pain. Amber, however, was all business. She
seemed like a different person from the usual fluff blonde. The victim tried
to sit up and pointed to his arm. Amber nodded, and motioned for him to lie
flat on his back. She looked him over a bit, deciding just what position to
use on him. She then sat on his face with her leg's spread up and out to both
sides, not tucked under her in the usual straddle smother. The camera tried
for a close up of her crotch but the victim's face was entirely covered by her
pubic hair. A bit of the old Amber did show through when she realized that the
camera was on her.

She tossed her hair back in a casual manner then smiled broadly into the lens.
Realizing that the camera crew wanted a close up of the victim under her
crotch, she leaned back a bit, exposing the poor lad's eyes. He blinked in
stunned amazement. Amber then began grinding her hips, working his nose around
inside her.

Once again the action returned to the nets. Our hapless foe was now sending in
2nd String members to replace their fallen comrades. One young girl lost her
footing while working her way into the nets. She screamed in terror when she
realized it was too late and fell to the mat. Brenda ran out to claim the
sobbing girl. Brenda was short and had short cut brown hair. She was a bit of
a snip at times and had no time for small talk. Of the girls on the
cheerleading team she seemed the most prudish, especially around boys.

Brenda, without hesitation or deference to the cameras, squatted down onto the
girl's face and expertly tucked her nose deep inside her body. Seconds later
she was grinding away on the unfortunate girl.

Gloria had just completed her kill and waived up at Dennis. She then pointed
to a lad high up in the netting. He obliged and sent a fast ball into the
boy's face. He fell almost at Gloria's feet. Soon all of the cheerleaders,
after they would complete a kill, were pointing out their next victim. Our
team was obliging them and sending player after player to the arena floor.

This casual slaughter was not to go on un-avenged. From out of nowhere a fast
ball shot towards our team. Oliver, the official clown of our clan was not
paying attention and was hit hard in the jaw. He wavered for a moment then
fell to the arena floor.

Now it was time for a 511D4 Cheerleader to claim a kill. Two young girls raced
out towards him. He looked up at them, shrugged his shoulders then lay flat to
await the smother.

A good game of STATS employs a lot of psychological "tricks" to shake up and
demoralize the opposition. The coach of 511D4 called for a time out. All play
in the nets would now stop for 20 minutes, however the cheerleaders would
still be free to continue smothering victims. This break would allow the
cameras to play over in detail the slow smother of poor Oliver. The camera
then moved in for a close up.

Oliver wasn't just some obscure member of our Clan. Everyone knew him. True he
could be a jerk at times, but to see him slowly being killed, in full color
and close up was un-nerving to all of us.

The two cheerleaders briefly discussed the situation then a tall blonde stood
over his head. She knew that all the cameras were on her and how important the
psychological effect of a kill would have on the opposing team. Ever so slowly
she began to settle down onto his face for a reverse straddle smother, facing
his feet.

The girl, though young and not fully developed into a women, was quite pretty.
She had big wide soft brown eyes and a clean clear complexion. She was sitting
solidly on Oliver's face. She then looked over her shoulder and smiled broadly
into the camera. Then she leaned forward, just far enough to expose her
victim's eyes. She made a point to still keep Olivers' nose pressed deep into
her nicely curved posterior. Once she knew the camera had a good view of the
action she began pumping down hard onto his face, working his nose all around
deep inside her.

The whole arena was silent while everyone watched the large TV screens. The
cameras played over the girl's face. Her eyes were shut tight, obviously in
deep concentration. Suddenly her whole body shook as if a convulsion. I was
seated next to Dominic, a thin rather unkempt girl that had once been a
cheerleader but was eventually bumped to make room for a more glamorous type.
She was watching the screen as if mesmerized. Quite unexpectedly she put a
hand on my knee and squeezed real hard. Just under her breath she sighed "Oh
God", several times. The sight of the cheerleader obviously having multiple
orgasims while smothering her victim was arousing deeply repressed and
primitive sexual emotions.

Just then a note was passed down to me. It read simply "Now the fun
begins.Carol". I turned around to look for her but couldn't pick her out
amongst the sea of faces. I knew what the note had implied. Carol knew the
511D4 Clan's position was hopeless and that soon there would be a mass
smother.

The smothering of Oliver had been going on for some time. The hip grinding now
was getting deeper and harder. Whenever the camera played over Oliver's eyes
they had become glassy and not bright and alert. His chest was heaving up and
down erratically. Suddenly the girl's eyes opened wide and her whole body
shook as if in a convulsion, then a broad smile came across her face. I heard
Dominic sigh deeply. Oliver's right leg twitched hard for a few seconds in an
involuntary muscle spasm then he lay still. The girl stayed on him for a few
more moments, just to make sure he was dead then stood up. Her whole clan
erupted into a wild cheer.

Play resumed after the bodies of expired players were drug away by attendants.
511D4 were now trying some desperate tactics but nothing seemed to work; their
players were stilling falling to the mat. Suddenly their coach called for
another time out. All of the coaches and overseers were in an intense
discussion. From out of the group stepped Ms Thomas, our overseer and coach.
She was holding D4's colors high in the air, she then began to rip it apart,
destroying forever the identity of our opponents. We had won!

511D4 had no top 5 players left. All of their cheerleaders were naturally
spared. Our coach had decided to incorporate one of their cheerleaders into
our squad, the one that had completed the lone kill. She would even be allowed
to participate in the mass smother of her former clan. This seemed to please
her as she squealed with delight.

We were pleased and excited about our victory. This pride in victory was
tempered by the fact that our girls would soon begin to smother to death the
remaining D4 members. While filing out of the bleachers I noticed Dominic. Her
eyes were wide and bright, obviously eager to begin her deadly task.

Most of the male members of our clan were headed for the locker room for a
quick shower and ride back to the barracks. A few of us guys lingered behind
to congratulate our cheerleaders on an outstanding game. This whole mass
smothering was a "female thing" and we didn't want to hang around too long,
gawking and such.

By now all of our clan's girls had made it down to the mat and were busily
removing their gym suits. Gloria and her cheerleaders were already naked and
oiling themselves up, preparing for action. The mass smothering was to be done
slowly and carefully. These wouldn't be fast and often brutal kills like we
had witnessed during the game. This whole process would take several hours,
perhaps all night.

Ms Thomas had selected 4 young lads for herself and was taking them back to
her home for a private smother. Just before she left she shouted "Gee girls,
you can get started anytime."

Our girls were being quit civilized about it and asking D4 clan members to lay
down for them. Everywhere I turned I saw our girls carefully mounting and
settling down on a prone victim. I then noticed the cheerleaders congregated
in on group. Though the cheerleaders had been a bunch of elitist snobs I
couldn't help but appreciate the fine job they had done.

Bravely I walked up to Gloria. She had just settled onto the face of a male
victim slowly working his nose around inside her, trying to position it just
right. She acted actually happy to see me and greeted me with a hug and kiss
on the cheek. The girls seemed to have changed. Maybe it was the game, a life
and death struggle, or perhaps the bonding one experiences when in intense
combat that had caused this sea change. I then went from cheerleader to
cheerleader thanking each one. Even Brenda, the coldest and most aloof member
of the squad, gave me a warm smile and hug. She had always been such a prude
now she spread her legs wide and leaned back a bit to proudly show me her
victim. His dark brown eyes flashed up at me through a thin tangle of pubic
hair. I could see quite clearly his nose, and where it vanished deep into her
vagina.

Janice, the dark haired athlete, called me over. She was slowly and carefully
working a young girls nose deeply inside her in a squat smother. The victim
had very bright blonde curly hair that made a beautiful contrast to Janice's
thick mat of jet black pubic hair.

"Nice game" I said, engaging her in small talk.

"Just a second Joel" She replied, grinding her hips around a bit. Obviously
Janice was deeply engrossed in the delicate task of positioning the victims
nose in just the right location prior to beginning her hip grinding and
pumping motions.

"Ah, that ought to do it" She replied, looking up at me. Janice had now
started grinding her hips down on her victim. The girls blonde head was now
rotating around like a marble being rolled around in the palm of your hand.

"I just stopped by to thank you for a great game" I said with enthusiasm. I
then told her about how the camera had zoomed in for a close-up of Janice's
first kill. She was thrilled. She then looked at me straight in the eyes and
said, "why don't we go for a swim together sometime - you know, just you and I
- alone." I lost my breath for a moment. Janice, with the body of a goddess
and high social ranking as a cheerleader was - in fact - asking me, a lowly no
body, out for a date.

"Yes, yes" I stammered. This was so unreal. My heart jumped and I felt as
light as a cloud. I didn't want to push my luck and hang around Janice too
long. I was at such an awkward age that, given enough time, I was bound to say
or do something stupid at any second.

I excused myself and began to look for Carol. The mat area was now completely
covered with our girls pumping away on their respective victims. There were a
very large number of D4 youths sitting in the bleachers patiently waiting
their turn.

I then noticed Carol. She was lying on the face of a rather small victim. His
feet hardly came up to her chin. She was in the standard body smother 69
position. Her legs were spread very wide apart and her eyes were closed.
Obviously enjoying every second of the kill. I came up from behind her and
playfully gave her a gently slap on the butt. Startled, she looked over her
shoulders.

"You", she shouted in pretend pain. "That hurt".

"How's it going - I mean the smother that is?" I inquired.

"Oh wonderful. His nose fits in perfect." Carol replied while continuing a
steady pumping grinding motion on him.

"Say.ah.would you like to go with me for a walk." Carol said looking deep into
my eyes. I knew what she was getting at. She was interested in me as more than
just a friend. Carol and I had been friends are whole life. This was such a
shock to me. It was as if you sister asked you out for a date. But then the
STATS game seemed to have turned everything around and matured us all.

"Yes, that would be fun" I replied in earnest. Just then Carols victim gently
tapped her on the side. Carol raised up off him, only an inch or so, and not
enough for me to even see his face. He took a few deep breaths and coughed.
With a weak voice he almost whispered, "I think I need some oil on my face".
The victim was right. Carol had been in such a hurry to start on him that she
neglected one of the basic fundamentals of smothering.

Most of the bottles in our immediate are were empty. One young girl from our
clan was applying a liberal coat of oil on her victim's face. She then oiled
up her butt real good. I concluded her victim, a handsome black haired lad,
was in for a reverse straddle smother. My suspicions were proven correct when
she calmly settled down on his face.

"Uh, are you through with the oil? Carol needs some." I inquired.

"Oh sure" she said, handing me the half empty bottle.

Carol had moved off her victim and was kneeling down by his head. I gave her
the bottle and she spread a thin layer of oil all over his face. The lad lay
still with his eyes closed while she applied the oil. I saw why she had chosen
him. He was cute with a very young look about him. Her task completed she lay
back down on him and quickly resumed her pumping.

"His head isn't positioned right and I sure don't want to get off him again.
Could you please hold his head steady while I work his nose back in good?"
Carol asked.

"No problem." I replied then moved around behind her.

Carol had her legs spread very wide with the victim's nose pressed deep into a
dark black mass of pubic hair. I put my hands on either side of his head to
hold him steady while Carol wiggled her hips around working him into just the
right position. The lads eyes were briefly exposed during this whole process
and he looked up at me. They had a pleading "save me" look. Carol was a nice
girl and I felt that her kill would probably be very pleasant for him. He just
needed to relax. I patted the boy on the head and said, "It'll be alright,
she'll do a perfect smother on you." Carol then began her deep grinding
pumping motions on the lad. Once she resumed her pumping he seemed to relax a
lot more.

I then left Carol and the other girls to their task and boarded the bus. Most
of the guys were quiet, a few slept during the ride back to camp. The driver
wanted a cup of coffee so we made a quick stop at a small mini-mall. I
casually looked around and saw a florist shop in the process of closing. This
gave me an inspiration. I dashed quickly out of the bus and burst into the
florist seconds before he locked up for the night.

"I need a 13 red roses" I gasped. The florist, a middle aged balding man,
looked at me warily. "We're closed" he said in a dead pan voice. I recited
what had recently happened, about our victory and such. He seemed impress and
handed me 13 perfectly formed red roses, one for each cheerleader and one for
Carol. When we got back to the barracks I laid a rose on each of their beds.
Every rose had a small card with my name on it. This would be a little
surprise for them when they returned.

I was still all keyed up from the days events and couldn't sleep. I was still
awake when I heard the buses pull in. The girls were trying to be quiet and
not wake anyone. They all immediately noticed the roses and were very
appreciative of them. Mostly they were exhausted and sore in the most delicate
of places. Amber mumbled something about 17 kills in one night was quite
enough for her. Carol said something about 9 kills and how sore she was. Both
girls then agreed they would gladly do it again in a heartbeat. Amber stated
that Gloria must have really been hurting with 37 kills to her credit.

For the next several days the girls didn't talk much about their kills. They
were proud of them and definitely enjoyed the smothers, it's just that they
tended to keep their thoughts to themselves. Sometimes though, in their sleep,
I would hear Amber or Carol moaning with pleasure, obviously reliving a
delicious kill in a wet dream.

About a week later Gloria came over and sat on Carols bunk. The had a quiet
chat then Gloria hugged Carol. After Gloria left I just had to know what had
transpired. Carols eyes were wide, like she'd just been shocked. It seemed
that Gloria was going to add an additional 12 cheerleaders to the team. In the
last game they barely had enough girls to complete the smothers and none
available to try and pull opponents out of the sagging netting.

Later that day Carol showed me her new cheerleaders uniform. It was really
short. Just covering her crotch with large slits on each side. Gloria had
decided the usual uniforms were too long and got in the way of smothering.
Because of the new cheerleaders a number of the guys had to move out. Not me
though, my little gesture with the roses had permanently endeared myself to
the cheerleading team.

I was dating both Carol and Janice at the same time. They didn't seem to mind,
as long as, I didn't favor one over the other. If I took one to a movie I
would have to immediately take the other. It was a delicate balance but well
worth it. Both girls had ravenous sexual appetites. I figured the smothering
really unlocked some wild suppressed emotions.

Barracks life was sure changing due to the heavy female influence. Plants were
now appearing in the windows, the smell of perfume often drifted through the
air, and the sinks were constantly getting clogged with hair. One day we had
so many blow dryers running that we tripped all of the circuit breakers in our
barracks.

On the main wall in every barracks a large space was reserved for pictures of
our fallen comrades. Oliver's smiling face with a black felt strip across one
side hung as a reminder of the seriousness of the STATS games. The young
cheerleader, Victoria, that had killed Oliver didn't seem to be bothered by
it. In fact she was quit proud of her kill. None of us held anything against
her. She was completely accepted into the sisterhood of our cheerleaders. I
think if she'd botched the kill in some way she would have probably faced a
different reception.

Everything was going along fine for several months when there was a sudden
buzz of activity. Even the cheerleaders didn't know what it was all about. Ms
Thomas came into our barracks one day and posted a message on the bulletin
board. Quite a crowed had gathered and, after some one had read the notice
they would turn away with their eyes wide in shock. Eventually I got close
enough to read it.

Essentially it stated that our next competitor in the STATS game had suddenly
conceded defeat. They had opted to forfeit the game in advance. Our girls were
to be bused to an arena for a mass smother. It was a huge clan with 500
members. To add a bit of icing on the cake, several clans in the same area had
also been defeated but not mass smothered yet. Ms Thomas, who knew everyone in
the STATS program, pulled a few strings, and our girls were to smother them as
well. A grand total of 1500 of victims. Our clan had 42 girls which would mean
an average of about 34 kills each!

Ms Thomas had reserved the arena for 6 days to allow the girls to enjoy slow,
relaxed smothers. This was a way of rewarding our girls for such a fine
performance in the last match.

All of our girls, cheerleader and non-cheerleader alike, were virtually
trembling with excitement. Carol especially was eager to try out a breast
smother on a victim. She figured she had a big enough chest to try her tits.
She did have a nice firm set and I figured she would be quit successful.
Janice was excited as well and was looking forward to a slow relaxing body
smother on a handsome victim.

Early the next day the girls were loaded onto two buses. It would be lonely in
the barracks without them, but I knew they were having some well deserved fun.

Seven days later they returned. Everything had worked out perfectly. Carol
filled me in on all of the details. She had smothered 43 victims, Janice
finished off 55. Carol was proud to relate that 8 of the kills were done with
a breast smother.

Several days after our big victory I was called over to Ms Thomas home. Ms
Thomas was a coach, overseer and actually mother to all of us. She had been
with us since the beginning of the formation of our clan. If we passed our
final STATS game against a professional teams we would then all be released
into society as free citizens. Ms Thomas relished that day for she could then
retire with honor. I had never been called to her small home on the compound.
It could either mean big trouble or perhaps some promotion - maybe to 1st
String!

On her front porch lay the bodies of 5 of her recent kills. Ms Thomas had
always been smothering victims. As far back as I could remember bodies were
always on her porch waiting for pickup. The victims were donations from her
friends, usually professional STATS players. Professional STATS teams numbered
about 30 members, net players and cheerleaders combined. Sometimes they would
have a real tight game schedule and a mass smother of a 500 member clan would
be too much for them to handle. We figured Ms Thomas smothered about 10
victims per day, some more, some less, depending on her mode. On warm summer
nights it would drive our girls mad to hear Ms Thomas moans of pleasure as she
completed a particularly delicious kill.

The door was open so I carefully ambled inside. Two additional bodies were
laying on the living room floor and a young blonde lad sat watching TV. He
seemed bored and just probably wanted to get it over with. She beckoned to
come into her bedroom.

Ms Thomas was sitting on the face of a young male in a familiar straddle
smother. She had her back to me and was pumping hard on the youth's face. Her
wide posterior was spread over the lads jaw. She was leaned forward, resting
her arms on the headboard. The victim's chest was heaving and he was arching
his back, obviously desperate for air. She pressed down extra hard then
climbed off the victim.

Ms Thomas had a nice body for a women in her late 50's. She was a bit muscular
and very solid in appearance. I was used to seeing the sleek bodies of our
girls not the mature body of a grown women. Her breasts were large and well
formed, though they tended to sag a bit. She had a very thick dark brown mat
of pubic hair that extended even to her upper thighs. I was really quite
shocked to see her totally naked like this. She had always seemed like a
mother to us.

Basically what she wanted me to do was to drag the two bodies in the living
room out onto the porch. Then escort her two victims to the mess hall for a
quick lunch. Also, she wanted me to tell the cook to send over a small snack
for her lunch. She wanted the victims returned right away then added, she had
something important for me to do. This extra little side comment intrigued me.
Obviously I wasn't in trouble - but what?

Her victim was by now sitting up and blinking his eyes, taking in huge gasps
of air. His light brown hair was all sweaty and matted down and his face was
covered with small ringlets of dark brown pubic hair. I mentioned the poor
condition of her victim so she let him use her bathroom to clean up a bit.
Neither victims, both attired in their respective clans' gym shorts, hardly
spoke and only poked at their lunch. Soon it was time to return them to Ms
Thomas.

She was in the bedroom waiting patiently. The lad obediently laid down flat on
her bed. Both her victims genuinely liked her and were gladly accepting her
smother. She propped his head up with two large, hard pillows so that he was
in a slouching position. Ms Thomas then swung up onto the bed, on her all 4's,
facing the youths feet. She then backed up to his face, wiggling her hips
around to insert his nose into just the right location. I thought she was
positioning his nose up her butt, however, because of the position she was in,
his nose was pressed deep into her cavernous vagina. She then sighed softly
and resumed her pumping.

Now comfortable, she related what she had in mind for me. Because of her
numerous friendships through the years she was able to supply a continuos
supply of victims for our cheerleaders. The then could practice on real
victims at all times, make as many kills as they liked. Ms Thomas had
cultivated friends her whole career. Now, as our clan approached the
elimination STATS games, she was cashing in on all her old debts. My job,
since I seemed such a trustworthy lad to her and friend of the cheerleaders,
was to escort the first batch of victims to our barracks. She also informed me
that our barracks would face some major remodeling to modify our bunks and
such. She asked if I, or any of the male members of the barracks would want to
move out. Perhaps the constant smothering would bother us. I assured her the
other lads and myself would love to stay. The first STATS game had so changed
our cheerleaders that I felt they were all my friends now. Besides I had
Janice and Carol to keep happy. Though I was a bit worried that, perhaps the
constant smothering would too exhaust them for sex with me. It was commonly
known that smothering often turned the meekest of females into a ravenous
sexual animal.

When the cheerleaders found out about the victims they went almost hysterical
with joy. Even the usually reserved and professional Gloria was bubbling over
with excitement. The thought of being in an almost constant state of orgasms
was overwhelming to them. Gloria, as well as the other cheerleaders, were glad
to have some guys left in the barracks; we could help drag the bodies out to
the porch.

Although the journey to collect and return with the victims was uneventful, it
was still nice to get out a bit. For the most part the victims were a well
behaved though terrified of there pending death. Several asked me about our
girls, what they were like and such. They were all in shock from their final
game against a pro STATS team. No "junior" level team can ever seriously
expect to actually defeat a pro team or even knock a player off the netting.
The way for team like ours to win is to get enough technical points. Good
shots to the head or chest. If a junior team can rack up 100 technical points
they are deemed worthy to survive as a clan. We could all enter society with
full honors and privileges.

This clans had been up against the Fem STATS. The game had been very violent
with numerous head injuries. Within 30 minutes their 1st string was decimated.
Kills were performed with terrifying finality.

When I got back to the barracks I could hardly recognize it. It was now
painted a soft pastel color. Our old military style bunks were replaced with
extra long and wide beds. Each bed had a swing out night stand and reading
light. Several small tables and chairs were positioned by each bed. It all
looked so much more civilized and homey than the usual cold Spartan military
look.

My bed assignment had been modified. I now had a very pretty young girl on my
right - Roxanne. She was average height with light brown hair swept back and
braided. She had big soft brown eyes and a cheerful smile. Her body was well
developed and looked like she could really put away the victims. Since she was
a recently assigned cheerleader she had had only 28 kills to her credit, a
very small number. Most cheerleaders, because of the games and practice
sessions, usually smother several thousand victims throughout their career.
Our clan wasn't unique in getting an almost unlimited supply of victims.

Janice was assigned to the bed on my left. This assignment was probably not
just by chance. Carol was assigned to a bed across the aisle from me. This was
a cozy arrangement, to be surrounded by my girlfriends. I'd have to watch what
I said and did around them to keep a happy balance.

Ms Thomas had gone out to the bus and selected a dozen choice male victims.
She then turned to the girls and said "have at it. We'll be getting in bus
loads of victims all of the time now."

Gloria looked over the victims carefully. This lot was three years younger
than we were and she seemed to tower over them. All of our girls were naked
and oiled up, ready for their kills. Gloria's well formed tits came up to one
youths face. She took him by the hand and purposefully led him away to her
private room. I couldn't help but notice the delicious sway and bounce of her
beautiful posterior as she walked away. Of any methods of dying, I was sure
that a long slow smother under Gloria had to be one of the best ways to go.
Her victim seemed quite pleased that she had selected him. As he was being led
away he turned and gave a thumbs up to his companions. Sort of like saying
"hey guys, look at the beauty that's going to be working on me. So long
suckers."

Each girl quickly selected a victim then led him away. Two large previously
unused barracks were to temporally house the remaining victims. It was soon to
be a common sight to see one of our cheerleaders, stark naked, walking over to
the victims barracks to select her next victim.

Janice, with her trim athletic body, was settling down for a Full Body Smother
69 on a young lad. This seemed to be her favorite position. Each girl, through
trial and error, had eventually decided upon a particular kill position.
Carol, although she had the breasts for a chest smother, preferred the Reverse
Straddle Smother. Gloria, on the other hand often used a Squat Smother and
Full Body Smother 69.

Victim smothering would soon become the full time occupation of the girls in
my barracks. They were always on them, all hours of the day and night. The
intensity of their orgasms tended to increase rather than decrease. It
actually would get quit noisy; their was the moans of pleasure, short gasps of
breath, deep sighs, squeaking of the beds, and liquid "squish squish" of the
victims nose being manipulated around inside their wet vaginas.

Smothering really sexually charged the girls. When Carol or Janice wasn't
smothering they were screwing the absolute daylights out of me. Janice would
complete a kill then jump in bed with me and pull the covers over us. After
she would be through Carol would climb aboard. Amber and several other girls
would get into my bed on a regular basis. Roxanne seemed to be one of the most
frequent visitors. I was getting exhausted. I had net practice all day then
sex all night. Janice and Carol didn't seem to mind me having sex with the
other girls, as long as it was sex - not love.

I often wondered what it felt like, the smother, so I asked Janice. She was,
as usual stretched out atop a young male, pumping away on him. The smother,
she explained, is beautiful, a bonding of both her and her victim. They would
meet somewhere beyond time and space. For one instant their souls would
combine as one. She would be floating on a warm soft wave, riding it,
controlling it until it crashed with violent intensity onto a distant shore.
She would feel herself being drawn back into the wave and her victim would be
deposited on strange beautiful beach. Every molecule of her body was on fire,
every emotion at it's peak. You wanted to ride these majestic waves forever.
Nothing, nothing can take the place of the smother. To draw a victims nose
deep into the most private and intimate recesses of your body is to draw his
very soul within you, to make him part of you.

We lived an idyllic existence for six blissful months. Whenever a girl would
complete her 2,000 kill a party would be given for her. Soon all of the girls
were in the 2,000 club. Gloria had a large party for her in celebration of her
3,000th smother. The local STATS official even attended.

My net practice was hard and intense. I believe I could probably play a game
of STATS blindfolded. Even some of the 3rd String players were showing
promise.

One day the whole clan was called into the auditorium for a meeting. We often
had these and treated this with indifference. Probably just another "ho-hum"
meeting about dental hygiene or something equally boring.

Ms Thomas had several huge wide screen TV's positioned so that we could all
get a unobstructed view. Ms Thomas seemed worried and nervous. She snapped at
the attendants hooking up the cables to the TV's. This was not her usual calm
collected demeanor. Something was definitely wrong.

She told us that we would soon be going up against our next opponent Clan
721L2 from a nearby city. This clan, though two years younger, had 3 solid
hard fought victories to their credit. Ms Thomas had several films of their
victories and wanted to show us what we were up against.

Clan 721L2 or "Red Clan" as they were called because red was their adopted
color, was playing against a team about their own age. Our eyes were riveted
to the screen as we watched one hard fast shot after another slam without
mercy into their opponents. Player after player were dropping to the mat.
Nothing seemed to work against them. Their opponents tried every STATS trick
in the book but nothing worked. One Red Clan player stood out from the rest.

Her name was Mary, a short muscular cute girl with short cut brown hair. She
held a position high in the netting and rained down one killer shot after
another into the depleting ranks of her opponents. The girl had a tremendous
throw. It wasn't the power, we had power throwers, it was the clever way she
manipulated the ball. It turned and twisted right in front of a player then
suddenly it would strike a player from behind. The things she could make the
spike ball do were unbelievable.

The cheerleaders were a cute and perky group. They made kill after kill in a
quick efficient manner. Many of them seemed well adapt at pulling a player
down from the sagging netting. Ms Thomas said that these cheerleaders had been
practicing on victims for three years and each had thousands of smothers to
her credit. They didn't wear the traditional cheerleader uniform but wore only
a loose fitting "T-shirt" with their clans symbol silk screened across the
front and back.

The second and third games were short and violent with player after player
hitting the mat hard. The showing of these tapes shook us up. We had become
complacent. Our first victory with only one causality wasn't much of a
contest. The second game never took place because of the sudden surrender of
our opponents. This would be a true contest and struggle for survival.

Practice became much more intense. Before, if we made a mistake, our string
captain might joke with us a bit, now we would get a sever ass chewing.
Likewise with the cheerleaders. Gloria was always watching to see that they
performed good kills. If a victims nose inadvertently slip out of them she
would give the unfortunate girl a sever dressing down.

At last the day arrived and we filled into the bleachers. The Red Clan was
already in place. For the most part they were quiet and reserved and not
worked up into a frenzy. This made all of us apprehensive; this display of
quiet confidence. After a few short speeches the game commenced.

Within seconds three powerful shots in quick succession slammed into our 1st
String. Doug, one of our best players, was hit hard. He desperately clung to a
rope then fell. A very pretty raven haired lass with flashing dark eyes ran
out to straddle smother him. The camera did several replays of his nose
entering into her body. Doug had been a life long companion of ours now he was
slowly being killed, right in front of us. There was nothing we could do about
it either except to fight for our own survival.

Another fast ball fired by Mary caught one of our lads in the back of the
head. He staggered then fell to the mat. Their Cheerleader Team Captain
claimed him. She was a tall girl with brown hair and a face and body of a
beauty queen. She was all business and quickly had our team mate positioned
under her pumping posterior. Three more of our 1st String players fell in
quick succession.

Finally we were able to regain our composure and send a flurry of accurate
shots into our opponents ranks. We made good hits and three of their number
fell from the nets. Gloria and two other cheerleaders ran out to claim them.

Dennis sent a curve ball hard into the side of the head of a one of their best
players. He began to loose balance, and acting reflexively, reached out for
anything to break his fall. Unfortunately he pulled one of his own players
down with him. This could easily happen. In that one split second, when you
lose your footing, you'll reach out to anyone to save you. Carol quickly ran
out and mounted him in a straddle smother.

A time out was called to reassess the damage. Since no action was happening in
the nets the cameras zoomed in for close ups of the cheerleaders making their
kills. I got a quick glance of honey colored pubic hair covering the face of a
prone victim. I was so familiar with our cheerleaders bodies that I knew at a
glance it was Gloria.

My TV watching was interrupted when I and 4 other 2nd String players were
selected to replace our fallen comrades. Finally after endless hours of
practice I would actually get to play in this game. Carol, still astride her
victim, waived up at me. Janice, also mounted atop a victim going through his
death throws, saw me and waived. I felt honored to have my own cheerleading
section.

No sooner had the game resumed when Mary sent a curve ball into the head of
one of the recent replacements. Thomas reeled from the blow but managed to
hang on. I then was hit hard on the side of the head. I momentarily blacked
out but managed to somehow hang on. Our opponents were deliberately targeting
the recent replacements; the least experienced and raw to combat. Eventually
they grew tired of this tactic and a tit-for-tat game ensued for the next half
hour. They would send one of our players down and we would send one of theirs
to the mat.

The Red Clan decided on a new strategy "picking" whereby you would target a
particular player and hit him again and again until he fell. To our surprise
they brazenly chose Dennis, our Team Captain for this onslaught.

Shot after shot slammed into him. He bravely fended them off but couldn't
dodge them all. Gloria was immediately below him performing a Full Body
Smother 69 on a prostrate victim. She had stopped the hip grinding smother on
the lad and was transfixed by the drama now taking place high in the netting

It all seemed to happen in slow motion, as Dennis, our best player, most well
liked and all around athlete, lost his balance and fell to the mat. He just
lay there for a moment, stunned. Gloria was not far away. Nothing was said
between them but you couldn't help but feel Gloria's heart breaking.

An incredibly beautiful, flame haired lass walked slowly towards Dennis. She
was quit tall with long sensual legs, beautiful green eyes and a body with
goddess like proportions. When a team captain is downed it is a major event.
The Red Clans Coach called for an immediate time out for the cameras to catch
every detail of the smother.

All eyes were now on the red haired beauty and she knew it. This was a supreme
honor to smother the opposing team captain. She carefully and slowly laid down
on his face for a familiar Full Body Smother 69 and deliberately spread her
shapely legs as wide as possible. She wanted the cameras to be able to get
close ups of his eyes, full of fear and terror. With a sensual wiggle of her
hips she inserted his nose deep into place and began to pump. Deep, deadly hip
grinding motions were now being applied to our fallen captain.

The camera crews didn't know that Gloria was his girl so they played over all
of the cheerleaders faces a bit. I detected a redness in Gloria's eyes and she
was shaking, hardly able to control her emotions. Here, just a few feet away,
her boyfriend and lover was being slowly smothered to death and she couldn't
help him.

I had seen perhaps thousands of kills, most of them performed in a sexy manner
by our cheerleaders. I must admit that I had never, ever, seen such an
incredible display of pure sensuality as this red headed smothering of Dennis.
For 20 minutes she kept us all enthralled as her magnificent body worked
Denise's nose deep inside her. After she experienced several massive orgasms
Dennis lay still - dead. She then stood, hands on her hips, legs wide apart,
tossed her long glorious hair back then triumphantly placed a foot on her
victims chest.

Action soon resumed but without the familiar presence of Dennis, directing our
shots. Shot after shot were now being fired in a continuous volleys. I was so
keyed up from the combat that I hadn't noticed that they had sent in poor
uncoordinated Tim, my best friend. He was right below me and waved up at me
when he could.

Only a few minutes later Mary threw a curve ball that caught Tim right in the
head. He wavered then began to fall. The rope he was on began to unravel,
detaching it's self from the net. Technically everyone is on their own. If you
stop to help someone you endanger yourself and your fellow players. Tim was my
best friend - I had to get to him.

Three Red Clan cheerleaders gathered below waiting for the moment when he
might get low enough for them to pull him down.

He looked up at me with pleading eyes, "I'm loosing my grip. I can't hold on!"
he cried.

"I'm coming" I replied, desperately trying to reach him. The opposition
realized what I was up to and began to "pick" me. The cheerleaders were
already casually discussing amongst themselves which one was to make the
smother.

His hand was only inches away then a cheerleader jumped up and caught his
ankle. Another one got a grip onto his leg. I'll never forget the look on his
face. His eyes were wide in absolute terror as he slipped from my reach. Tim
fell into the cheerleaders and they all collapsed into a tangle of arms and
legs.

A short, cute, curly haired blonde with a bouncy full of life personality
claimed him. She climbed atop his stunned face in a Reverse Squat Smother,
facing his feet. The last glimpse I got of my life long friend was on the TV,
as his nose quickly disappeared up into the girls shapely posterior. Soon she
was happily pumping away on him, tracking hard.

I had no time to lament my fallen friend, I had my own survival at stake. In
my vain attempt to rescue Tim I had climbed dangerously low in the netting. As
the game had progressed the netting begins to weaken; it's designed that way.
The lower net positions were the most deadliest positions. Now, many of our
team were being pulled from the net by the aggressive Red Clan cheerleaders.

I dodged a fast ball then felt someone grab my ankle. I looked down into the
face of a beautiful blue eyed young girl that was energetically pulling me
towards her.

"Come on, let go" she pleaded with me. Then with a soft sensual voice she
said, "I want your nose deep inside me." She was so pretty that it was a
tempting option. The sexy red head rushed over but I managed to pull free at
the last second. Seconds later I had climbed to a much safer height.

Evidently the game was turning a bit in our favor, despite Mary's devastating
throws. I looked in the direction of the score board when everything went
black. My hearing was nothing more than a buzz. I remember seeing ropes and
turnbuckles pass before my eyes then I hit the mat.

I sat up and looked around then lay flat on my back to await the smother.
Several of our cheerleaders were in the area busily smothering victims. They
ignored me, besides they had a job to do and I was as good as dead. Not far
away a very pretty Red Clan cheerleader was just completing her kill of one of
our team members. I recognized her as the dark haired beauty that had
smothered Doug earlier in the game. She had her victim down in a Reverse
Straddle Smother stroking his nose up into her butt. The victim jerked
violently several times then lay still. She quickly got off his inert body
then stood over my head. She spread her legs wide the slowly lowered herself
down for a Squat Straddle Smother. She placed both her hands on the back of my
head the expertly tucked my nose deep inside her.

I could barely see out from under her, my view was just of her well oiled
tangle of black pubic hair. She quickly began to pump down hard on me. I had
seen so many smothers, especially in the barracks, to the point of boredom.
But, I had never imagined or dreamed that someday I would be under a
cheerleader, being slowly killed. Actually the sensation was quite pleasant.
She had a nice soft body and a soothing rhymic pumping beat that could almost
put you to sleep. The girl hadn't been on me long when I heard the shrill
sound of the administrative whistle. If a Clan called for a time out the
cheerleaders could still complete their smothers. However, on an
administrative time out, all action stopped. The girls could stay sitting on
their victims but they couldn't pump on them or make kills.

The slow rhymic pumping ceased immediately but she kept my nose pressed deep
into place. Then I heard it.WE HAD WON! The girl was off me in a flash. She
shrugged her shoulders and apologized. I told her that if I ever were to fall
out of the net again I would gladly land at her feet - anytime.