Yena and The Ying and Yang
By Mike
Yena had time to watch the young Amazon Gabrielle perform in the Squat Smother event ...


CHAPTER I

This story takes place when Yena was young. Yena, as with most people, was
neither all bad nor good. She had this complex internal conflict between good
and evil. Like the Korean symbol of two tear drop like shapes, one black to
represent evil, and one white one to signify good. Each symbol chases the
others tail into eternity. All of us, as we go through the monotony of our
daily lives, are constantly torn by this internal conflict of good versus
evil.

We now look at a young Yena prior to her fall and turn to the, borrowing a
Star Wars term, "Dark Side". This journey takes her to a place deep in ancient
mythology "Atlantis!"

Yena waited patiently at the dock along with the other passengers. The
passengers, an assorted group of families and merchants, watched in boredom as
a large number of slaves were led onto the ship. Most of us, in our modern
world look upon slavery as horrible, which it is. However, in the ancient
world, prior to the industrial revolution, slavery was a common accepted fact.
People had slaves right up to the American Civil War. Slavery still exists to
this day in parts of Africa and Asia.

One women standing near Yena remarked, "salt mines."

This sent a cold shiver up Yena's back. The salt mines of North Africa were
the worst fate any slave could contemplate. Today we might conjure up the
images of a slaves as some poor household servant of a Roman senator. Yet, for
every household slave there were literally hundreds or thousands of slaves
consigned to backbreaking labor in remote mines or farms. Yena felt
particularly sorry for the young frail slaves, they would die a slow agonizing
death in the hot unforgiving glare of an African sun.

Yena was in an adventuresome mood. She had just turned 20 and was looking for
excitement and travel. Her warrior skills had not been fine tuned yet, though
as a young girl, often bested the males of her village in wrestling. Her
outstanding swordsmanship and acrobatics had not yet been developed.

During the voyage to Crete many of the passengers got seasick - then there was
the storm. A violent storm arose the tossed the frail ship about like a log.
The sails were quickly torn to shreds. The captain, a wise old sea dog, had no
choice but to put in at an Atlantian port.

Atlantis was a remote and mysterious land. Atlantis maintained trade with the
Mediterranean countries but that was all. They avoided all other contact.
Everyone in the ancient Mediterranean cultures was aware of Atlantis but few
had actually set foot on its soil. Yena was thrilled and excited at the
prospect of visiting this mysterious land. Slowly the creaking hulk nudged its
way towards Atlantis. The captain was particularly anxious to put into a port
for numerous pirates lurked in the area and a fat, hulking, badly damaged
merchant ship would be easy pickings.

Days later a lookout shouted excitedly that he spotted land. Yena strained her
eyes. The sun was so bright and full that she had to squint hard. Then a vague
fog shrouded shape began to take form. She then made out two sleek Atlantian
warships coming out to challenge them. The cargo ships' captain, after much
haggling, managed to secure three days for repairs. The price would be the
slaves. Our old grizzled captain was glad to be rid of them, after such a
violent storm they were so sick that they wouldn't bring much of a price in
Africa anyway.

One of the warships took them in tow and soon the island kingdom of Atlantis
unfolded before them. Yena went forward to take in as much of it as possible.
The harbor was so clean and neat. The Atlantian ships didn't use sails but
some secret propulsion system the made a slight humming noise as they almost
silently glided past. Gold adorned everything. Even the sailors, generally the
lowest and roughest of a bread, had large gold belt buckles. Yena then looked
up in awe. Five huge dormant volcanos dominated Atlantis. They were all
massive and there peaks perennially shrouded in clouds. However one massive
volcano stood out from the rest "The old man" it was called. The sight of such
a monster frightened Yena.

An Atlantian sailor standing near Yena had noticed her fear when looking upon
such a massive monster. He was tall and blonde with deep blue eyes like the
ocean that surrounded them. He was quite a handsome catch for any young women.

"Yeah, the Old Man is sure a terrifying sight". He stated while coiling up the
tow rope.

"Lucky it's dormant otherwise." he added then let his sentence trail off.

Finally the passengers were allowed to disembark. Yena was one of the first
off. With eyes full of wonder and excitement she walked the crowded streets of
Atlantis. The first thing she noticed was how beautiful the people were. They
were tall and mostly blonde. Yena was just as tall but had long jet black hair
which set her apart from the rest. Many women walked about in public topless
or even nude. This raised no concern. The human body was revered in Greece and
even the Olympics were conducted in the nude. People in the ancient
Mediterranean cultures quite often walked about nude. Yena had been to Sparta
and it seemed "everyone" went about naked. Some of them, she mused, she wished
had been clothed.

The women that were clothed wore very short pure white skirts that barely
covered all their "charms". Intricate brocades of golden thread were woven
into these loose fitting skirts. In today's world their cloths resembled an
abbreviated tennis dress embossed with beautiful gold designs. Yena was
determined to buy one of these striking skirts. Her first project was a bath.

The huge heated public baths were free and open to both genders. Yena noticed
attendants positioned around the springs to hand out towels to bathers. No one
glared or leered over her body when Yena removed her cloths. If anyone looked
at her it was because of her long black hair that labeled her as an outsider.
To her right some small children were romping and having great fun splashing
in the warm water. To her left were two young women about Yena's age -twins.

"Hi" One of the twins said to Yena. Yena then exchanged pleasantries and small
talk with them. "I've just got to get one of these sexy little outfits you
Atlantian women all wear." Yena stated.

"No problem, we know just the shop," The other added. They all dressed and
headed to the central part of town. The twin's names were Hipparete and
Xanthippe. Both were tall blondes with long sexy legs. They kept their long
blonde hair tied up and piled high which added to their height. Yena
immediately took a liking to these blonde beauties and soon they were laughing
and joking with one another like old friends.

Haggling over merchandise, be it skirts or swords, has traditionally been
common throughout the Mediterranean and Atlantis was no different. After much
arguing and several "let's go someplace else" or "the same one is cheaper at
another shop down the street" Yena secured her skirt. She changed into it
right their in the shop. Several tops were available but she decided to go
topless for the time being.

Hipparete asked her newfound friend Yena what her plans were. Yena didn't
really have any. All she knew was that her ship sailed in a couple days. The
twins then presented Yena with a job offer.

The twins worked for their mother whom employed a number of women and girls as
Goltars. Yena was familiar with the term and even went to a Goltar arena in
Athens several times. Goltars were specially selected women and girls that
eliminated unfit slaves as offerings to the gods. The victims were, at least
in the arenas Yena had been to, wrestled down sat on and slowly smothered.
Atlantis didn't have arenas but did have several Goltar houses that smothered
slaves. Sitting on and smothering young males was an accepted part of everyday
life in the Mediterranean cultures. Many women and girls, even Yena, had
partaken of this delicious pastime but never in a professional capacity.
Goltars were a bit different, they smothered slaves for a living. Because they
offered constant sacrifices to the gods they were revered throughout
Mediterranean society. It was an old and ancient tradition and such positions
were eagerly sought after by many young women.

The slaves, for that part, were ecstatic to be selected. They would be
cleaned, given good hot meals and slowly smothered by beautiful women. What a
majestic and beautiful death they faced. Much better than some lonely death
coughing out your lungs in a dark mine or slave pen.

True, slavers could easily put a sword through the chest of an unfit slave
but, being a superstitious lot, they preferred to turn them over to the
Goltars as a sacrifice. Also, the young of any politician or military leader
that fell from power would have their sons turned over to the Goltars. Yena
didn't hesitate but immediately agreed.

As they made their way to the Goltar house Yena thought of those poor dirty
slaves being led onto the ship. Perhaps she might smother some of them. The
thought cheered her up immensely. Yena's recollection of the Goltar arenas of
Athens wasn't very clear. She did remember a lot of betting going on in the
stands and the wrestling quick and violent. A victim would be quickly brought
down and smothered to the cheers of the crowd. She surmised that Goltar House
would offer more refined, relaxed smothers.

The Goltar House was spacious with an inner courtyard. The women and girls
were arranged in various large rooms along its perimeter. Yena glanced into
some and noticed women of all ages astride victims. Some of the girls were
quite young. She wondered how could they ever make a kill of a male sometimes
twice their size. Then she noticed one young girl atop a male. She was
frantically pumping hard on him. That answered Yena's question.

Having performed numerous smothers herself back in her old village Yena was
familiar with the positions the women were using. The common straddle smother,
reverse straddle smother, full body smother or "69", upper thigh head
scissors, squat smother (forward and reverse) and breast smother. Yena saw
every one of these positions being used and a few new ones she'd never tried
yet. As expected the victims were laying still and hardly resisting, they
didn't even need to be bound. Young girls, probably slaves themselves, were
busily removing bodies and directing fresh victims to the various rooms.

A tall middle-aged women was hunched over a young victim with her back to the
door in a straddle smother. Yena couldn't help but notice the heaving chest of
the adolescent male. Though obviously desperate for air he lay still,
accepting his fate. The women kept up a steady pumping hip grinding on him.
One of the twins whispered to Yena that this constant pumping, besides feeling
really good, would put the victim in a drowsy, dream like state and make the
kill go that much easier. Suddenly the women tossed her head back and sighed
deeply. Yena was experienced enough in the ways of the world to know what
"that" was all about. The victim gave one short violent twitch then lay still.
The women stayed on him for a minute or two longer then stood up.

The twins then introduced Yena to their mother, Polymius. Yena immediately
noticed the similarity to the twins. She was a very pleasant women and showed
genuine pleasure to add a raven haired beauty such as Yena to the house. Pay
would be quit generous and after a year the job included Atlantian
citizenship. Yena was pleasantly surprised over that revelation. Atlantian
citizenship was not easy to attain.

The twins seemed anxious to get to work and showed Yena to their room. The
room was well lit and offered a panoramic view of the city. It also offered an
unobstructed view of The Old Man in all its terrifying glory. Yena couldn't
put a finger on it but the sight of this huge old dormant volcano frightened
her. The room contained several large colorful pillows and a mysterious
glowing bulb. It put off yellow/white radiance but didn't have anything
attached to it. Yena noticed a glowing crystal of some sort inside. Everyone
knew that Atlantian science and engineering was well beyond anything in the
known world but to see such secrets close up was awe inspiring.

A timid and overworked young girl led three young males into the room. The
victims were frightened but otherwise seemed pleased when they looked over
Yena and the twins. One handsome brown haired lad lay down almost at Yena's
feet. The two other captives quickly did the same and lay at the feet of the
twins.

Xanthippe turned to Yena and stated simply "enjoy". Yena carefully removed her
new skirt then sat high on her victims shoulders with his handsome face framed
between her perfectly formed thighs. She spread her legs wide, put a hand atop
his head then slid over him pressing his nose deep inside her. Slowly she
began pumping down hard on him, working his nose around inside her. It all
felt so delicious, the bonding of their two bodies as one. It was like a warm
sensual bath. Then she felt the rising tide of an orgasm swelling up in her.
Like a huge wave in a violent storm it shook them both. For a second, just a
second, she felt his soul and hers united. It was a majestic and emotional
bonding, two souls entwined as one, locked tightly together. Yena savored the
moment for as long as she could then it passed and she felt her young captive
go limp. The kill had taken twenty minutes but it seemed like only a few
minutes had transpired.

Both twins were pleased with Yena's smothering abilities and no doubt were
going to pass it along to her mother. Victim after victim, in quick
succession, succumb to her awesome hip actions. Something primitive and
sensual had now been awaken in Yena. This deeply repressed female smothering
had at last matured. Yena knew that no matter where life took her with it's
various twists and turns, she would always be dedicated to smothering. Perhaps
it was an addiction, who knows, all Yena now cared about was keeping a victims
nose pressed deep into her body. The twins knew for they, as with the other
women and girls of the house, were also addicted to this most intimate and
pleasing profession. During her first day "on the job" so to speak, she had
smothered 25 victims.

After dinner Yena excused herself and wondered the beautiful streets of the
city. It was well lit, no litter and very little crime. The tremendous and
magic like advances in technology were evidenced everywhere from streetlights
to strange circular flying ships. Yena had felt she had now discovered
paradise.

She returned from her walk to find the twins stretched out atop victims in a
"69" smothering position. They explained it was customary to select a victim
to sleep on and smother during the night. Seldom would they survive to see the
dawn. Yena noticed that one of the twins was atop a girl. Yena hadn't seen
many females among the victims. For one they don't last long in the mines and
another they are usually reserved for the sexual pleasure of the ruling class.
Yena called to a sleepy-eyed attendant that she needed a fresh victim.

She quickly returned with a cute male. He made an audible gasp when he looked
on the sensually curved body of Yena bathed in the bright Mediterranean
moonlight. Without saying a word he lay down at her feet. Yena then lay down
on his face, carefully inserting his nose deep inside her. The feeling was so
overwhelming delicious to have a victims nose pressed deep into her and his
heaving chest pressed tight to her body. She then began a slow deep grinding
circular pumping on the male.

After her first month of work Yena had accumulated a large number of kills.
She would still have a long way to go to even get near the 35,000 or more that
the twins had each accumulated or the 120,000 that there mother had accounted
for. Even some of the youngest Goltars had accounted for several thousand
victims. The twins recounted that they had made their first kills as very
young girls and that the victims had been full grown men. Hard to believe but
Yena had seen some of these young Goltars in action. One mere wisp of a girl,
Magnera, was incredibly aggressive and would take on any male. Some of them
would even go so far as to laugh but within half an hour an attendant would be
seen dragging his inert body away.

Though the smothering was habit forming it did stop during a women's period.
Yena found she now had about a week off. She used this time to write to old
friends and explore the wonders of Atlantis. Yena was amazed at the huge
hanging gardens, the rich lush green rolling farmland of the interior and the
mysterious flying discs. One day she wondered over to a field where several of
these discs were parked. The captains of these ships were all gathered about
talking. About half of them were women. They all eyed Yena suspiciously - an
outsider.

Yena introduced herself then told them she was a Goltar. This broke the ice.
They, as with most of the ancient world, held the Goltars in deep respect. One
of the aircraft's pilots seemed to take a special interest in Yena. His name
was Demetri, handsome, polite and even a bit shy. Somehow he gathered up
courage and offered Yena a brief ride over Atlantis. The words were hardly out
of his mouth when Yena raced up the ramp and onto his ship. He briefly tried
to explain how the craft worked.

With a slow patient voice he began to explain. Yena was thinking "he would
make such a nice father, slow and patient with the children - ah but in bed
she wanted wild uncontrolled passion. Would he be up to it?" Yena forced
herself to listen to his words but she kept looking into his soft blue eyes.

Basically what he told Yena was that the earth is surrounded by a huge unseen
force, the same force that surrounds a natural magnet. Yena, as with most of
the ancient world, knew about naturally occurring magnets. Atlantian
scientists had developed a simple way to enhance the earth's force field in
one small tiny spot. This spot, directly below the craft, could then be
repelled by even a natural magnet. This contact between the craft and unseen
force caused the craft to spin. Through various means the inside, however, was
kept calm and flat no matter what the speed. Yena listened patiently then it
hit her, "the earth is round!" "Yes" the handsome Demetri replied and produced
intricate maps to prove it. These maps showed huge unknown lands far off
across vast expanses of water.

Yena noticed one area far out to sea. It had a red triangle drawn around it.
"What's this?" she inquired. "The link" he stated, "it's like a door and a way
for us to travel to far off places not even charted by us - the stars" Yena
gasped "the stars. You mean you can travel up into the heavens." The pilot
nodded. Perhaps he felt he was telling her too much or, not really knowing the
details himself, he put the maps away and started the ship.

It made a deep hum just like the sea going ships. A large crystal located in a
glass jar centered in the middle of the craft now began to glow. Manipulating
two long metal rods the craft began to rise. Yena took a seat near a window to
look out onto the moving countryside. It was so beautiful to glide
effortlessly and silently between huge soft white columns of clouds. Perhaps
it was all a dream. She couldn't control herself any longer and went over and
passionately kissed her handsome pilot. He was pleasantly surprised by this
sudden and unexpected kiss from a magnificently beautiful Goltar.

Yena, not wanting to overplay her hand returned to the flight. "Where are we
going now?" "To fly over the peak of the Old Man," Demetri replied with a
smile. "No, anyplace but there." she heard herself say almost instinctively.
Demetri then maneuvered the craft to fly low along great expanses of beach.
Yena saw many young lovers lying on beautiful white beaches. Some were making
love, others just content in each others arms. "Uh Yena, maybe when you have
some time off.maybe you'd like to go for a walk along the beach?" he asked.
Yena, now playing coy replied "maybe."

Soon her thrilling flight ended and she walked away from the craft on wobbly
legs, like she'd been at sea for a week. At the edge of the field she turned
and waived as the bright silver craft rose and sped away into the distance.
Her heart virtually leaping with joy and she skipped along like some starry
eyed school girl. Two days later her period ended and she returned to the
delicious task at hand. One day she was about to mount a young victim in a
squat smother when he cried out "Yena".

"Yena, do you remember me Celon, from your village." Yena thought for a second
and remembered a small obnoxious boy that used to throw stones. "Well you've
grown up," she said kneeling next to his head. They talked briefly, even
laughed over the ridiculous pompous mayor, the antics of the village drunk and
other amusing things of their past. Though she knew the young male laying at
her feet she also knew she had to smother him. Xanthippe was nearby, astride a
victim and asked if Yena wanted to switch with her so Yena wouldn't have to
smother Celon. "No please, Yena you do it. I couldn't think a more beautiful
death than to be smothered by you." Young Celon stated looking up at her. "All
right Celon, but I'm going to work on you for a long time. You'll be my long
term victim."

Long-term victims were just that. Sometimes a Goltar would come across a
particularly handsome victim and they would smother them when not otherwise on
another victim. Long-term victims could last for months. Celon's handsome
brown eyes came alive with excitement at the prospect of having Yena's
beautiful body continuously astride him. One hard and fast rule of the Goltars
was No Sex With Victims! Yena firmly stated this to Celon right away so he
would know right where they stood. She also casually informed him that she
would smother him to death whenever she felt like it. It could be tomorrow,
next week or two months from now. Celon seemed content with the rules. He was
assigned to help out the attendants when not otherwise under Yena. Looking
over one of the cute attendants Celon whispered to Yena. "Does that no sex
rule apply to the attendants?" Yena smiled and whispered "No" to the
mischievous Celon.

Later that night Yena had to go looking for Celon. She found him in the garden
making out with one of the attendants. Yena grabbed him by the ears and led
him away. But first she apologized to the bewildered young girl for
interrupting such an intimate moment. Once she had him positioned under her
she settled on his face in a squat smother. His nose fit perfectly in place.
Yena had to remind herself not to get too carried away with her passions and
restrain from smothering him at the height of an orgasm. Yena had been on him
for over an hour, using a number of positions when a worried young attendant
came in. She was the same young girl Celon had been with in the garden.

"Oil?" the young attendant asked. Various lubricating oils were available to
the women to help speed along and make the smothering more enjoyable. "Sure"
Yena replied and climbed off young Celon. At that particular moment she was
laying on him in the traditional 69 position.

He looked around and blinked while gasping for breath. "You apply it to him"
Yena stated to the attendant. She was cute with long brown hair and a nice
body. Yena could see why Celon chose her for his affections. It was a sad
doomed love affair for Celon, as well as, the girl as they would eventually
both be smothered to death. Slowly and carefully she applied a thin layer of
oil to his nose. With her task completed Yena remounted him. Now well
lubricated Yena really went to work on her handsome victim. Yena noticed the
young girl looking on with a pained concerned look. "Don't worry" Yena said,
"I'm not going to kill him just yet."

Two days later the house learned that a huge supply of victims was just
unloading at the docks. Everything was thrown into turmoil. All attendants and
long-term victims were to be smothered immediately to make room for the next
consignment. Poor Celon and his girlfriend were to die. Yena directed Celon to
her bed. Before she smothered him she decided to try one last appeal directly
to Polymius.

Much to Yena's surprise she found her mounted atop Celon's brown haired
beauty. This would make her plea for their lives even that much more
difficult. Polymius had the girl down in a reverse straddle smother, tracking
her nose deep up her butt. Yena briefly explained the circumstances. None of
the Goltars were deliberately cruel or cold blooded but they did have a duty
to perform. Polymius stopped her pumping then climbed off the girl. "Do you
love this Celon boy?" she asked. The girl, though being furiously worked,
managed to gasp "yes".

"Then by the holy powers of the Order of Goltar I hereby excuse you and Celon
from the smother. However, I train a number of young girls as Goltars. You two
will be practice victims for these young girls. They are told not to kill but
practice only. Sometimes things get out of hand though. We've lost a number of
victims in that manner. Tomorrow you will report to the Novice Master."
Polymius stated.

She went on to explain that, though still slaves, they would be granted some
freedoms. Also, they were to help the new Goltars by offering suggestions on
better smothering techniques from a victims perspective. Celon was quite
excited about the surprising outcome and hugged Yena. Yena felt good, she had
united two young lovers. Probably they would both eventually be killed during
a practice session or perhaps not. Anyway she did all she could, the rest was
up to fate.

With the arrival of the new victims the smothering accelerated at a tremendous
pace. Yena and the rest of the Goltars were furiously working victim. She must
have smothered 50 victims in one day. Several times her handsome Demetri came
calling but Yena had to turn him away. Yena got so disoriented that she almost
climbed back onto a victim she just killed. "This has got to slow down," Yena
said climbing atop a fresh victim. Hipparete, thoroughly exhausted, turned
nodded in agreement. Because of the massive influx of victims Polymius had to
take on several more women and girls to help ease the crush.

Unfortunately Yena and the twins had to take in a mother-daughter team of
Goltars. The mother, Effenie, was in her mid to late 30's. She was pleasant
and about 4 months pregnant. Smothering was not new to her as she had
accumulated 45,000 or more victims. Her daughter, Indetrus, was a pert young
thing and quite eager to start her new career. Yena watched while the mother
carefully instructed her daughter on smothering techniques. As with most girls
her age she wanted to take on older victims - to demonstrate her women-hood.
Finally the mother relented and a handsome tall male victim was led in.

He humored Indetrus, though you could tell he was very skeptical as to her
supposedly deadly smothering abilities. Indetrus looked him over like someone
looking over a fine meal. Technically that was true. Since the Goltars were
hopelessly addicted to smothering then victims were really "food" for a
Goltars body. Indetrus immediately climbed atop him in a squat smother.
Seconds later she was furiously pumping away on him. She was working him so
hard that she almost fell off a few times. Her furious pumping had been going
on for some time when Xanthippe said softly "look, his chest."

Yena then observed the uneven rise and fall of his chest as he tried to take
in air. Soon his body was twitching. Vainly he tried to pry her off but by now
was too weak from the incessant pumping. Desperate for air he tried one last
time but to no avail. Indetrus's continuous pumping was quickly putting her
victim into a state of atrophy. He arched his back, gave one last twitch, and
died. Indetrus stayed on him a little longer to make sure he was dead then she
climbed off. Everyone was so proud of her, especially her mother. Word of
young Indetrus skills spread and she was quickly accepted into the fold.

The tightly packed room soon became a deadly smother chamber. It was like that
throughout the whole Goltar house. According to Polymius this was the way
things were going to be from now on. Athens had just defeated several
archenemies and were now in custody of millions upon millions of slaves.
Naturally a number of them would be too young or unfit for the mines so the
Goltars would get them. Though all crammed in together they managed as best
they could. On occasion one of the women would receive a kick from somebody's
victim in his death throws.

Eventually Yena got a day or two off and dated her handsome pilot. They made
passionate love on lonely stretches of beach. Other times they would just walk
along in silence sharing a burning passion for each other. Demetri proved to
be everything Yena had dreamed of in a man. He then told Yena he'd gotten over
his apprehension of Yena being a Goltar. It seems that parents, in-order to
curb unruly children, would threaten them by saying they would turn them over
to the Goltars if they didn't behave. Yena laughed, she was now the "Boogie
Man!" Yena, in the depths of love for Demetri, even went so far as to broach
the subject of a married Goltar to Polymius. She had no problem with that,
though it was well known that but a pilot was gone a lot and she'd have to get
used to long periods of separation. She wished Yena luck in her quest to
capture the handsome Demetri.

Several months later Effenie had her baby, a handsome girl. She had maids take
care of her during the day while Effenie continued at her smothering. It
wasn't an uncommon sight to see the new mother, astride a victim, while she
breastfed her newborn. Giving life and taking life, all within the same cycle.
Everything had gone along so wonderfully, the women had even adjusted to the
frantic pace of smothering now demanded of them. Yena found she could easily
put away 50 to 60 a day without feeling exhausted. Due to this constant
smothering Yena and the other Goltars were now in an almost continuous state
or orgasm and they loved it. Life was now so beautiful to Yena. She didn't
feel the least bit remorseful smothering so many victims. She, and the rest of
the Goltars, were sparing them a slow horrible death in the mines. Yena
couldn't smother any victims at all if they cried and begged for mercy. Each
victim, without exception, gladly submitted to the gentle, sexual death the
Goltars offered. The IT happened.

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2 Chapter II

It was a typical morning like many others. The sun was streaming in. Yena was
laying on the face of a cute victim in her favorite position the "69" when a
sharp jolt shook the earth - earthquake! The people of the Mediterranean area
were well familiar with earthquakes and instinctively knew they had to leave
the building immediately. Yena raised up off the lad and looked down into his
blinking eyes. "You ok?" He gasped for breath and replied "yeah, what's
happening?" He even seemed a bit perturbed at his delicious smother being so
rudely interrupted. "Earthquake, let's get the hell out'a here." All of the
other women were quickly climbing off their dazed victims. Effenie's and
Hipparete's victims didn't stir as they were near death.

"Everyone out" Yena shouted. They then all managed to climb out one of the
large open windows. Since the Goltar House was at ground level and sturdily
built they had no fear of it collapsing on them. They were all out in the
street standing away from the building when another more violent jolt shook
them so hard they all fell down into a heap. Yena was untangling herself from
the arms and legs of Goltars and victims when she saw a large two- story
building slowly collapse. Standing in the street below were perhaps 30 or 40
people. They didn't have a chance as a deadly rain of brick and mortar buried
them.

"Quick" Yena shouted and directed her companions to the rescue. Working
furiously they dug into the pile. Some citizens were horribly crushed while
others showed signs of life. A mother and her baby were pulled from the
wreckage dazed but otherwise unhurt. Effenie, seeing the small infant safely
in her mothers arms, began to cry. The rescue went on for hours. Soon the
Goltar House emptied of victims and Goltars, as they all contributed to the
rescue effort. Yena couldn't help but notice that each victim stuck close to
and worked with the particular Goltar that had been smothering them. Right at
Yena's side through the whole rescue effort was the youth that she had
previously been smothering. His young nose still glistening from the
lubricating oil she had generously applied to him. Just minutes ago she had
his nose pressed deep into the depths of her body killing him. Now they were
working side by side in a valiant effort to save lives.

Yena, having the untapped qualities of a leader, stood out as the most valiant
worker. With her young victim as a faithful assistant they rescued countless
people. An official finally ordered her and her victim to take a rest. Naked,
sweaty and covered in white dust she sat down next to her youthful helper.
They drank some water then returned to the rescue.

Hours later the rescue concluded and Yena, as well as, the remainder of the
women and their victims returned to the Goltar house. During the rescue the
attendants had been busy clearing away debris. Everyone had a quick bath and
something to eat before the women resumed where they had left off.

After applying a fresh coating of oil Yena quickly laid back down on the face
of her victim and reinserted his nose back into place. He had shown such
bravery during the rescue that she decided to give him the full smothering
treatment and worked him in every position imaginable. The youth loved it and
cooperated as best he could while she furiously worked him.

Her young victim couldn't hold out much longer. Yena was preparing to go for
the kill when an emissary from the queen arrived. "The queen" thought Yena
with shock. The ruling royalty of Atlantis generally kept to themselves in a
massive and ornate castle high on a hill. The beautiful yet aloof Queen Antara
was well loved by her people. Yena was deeply engrossed in the process of
killing her victim when she had to suddenly stop. Her young male, lay still
for several minutes while he caught his breath. He sat up and looked around
curiously. Once again a most delicious smother had been interrupted and he
wasn't happy. Neither was Yena for being deprived of a kill. But, orders from
the Queen had to be obeyed without question.

Yena thought of the queen. She had a reputation for smothering tens of
thousands of victims. Thought not officially a Goltar she, as with most women,
loved nothing more than a good long relaxing smother.

Many women, be they Goltars, Greeks, Atlantians or barbarians, often enjoyed a
good smother. Yena remembered one of her young friends while growing up back
in her village, a cute lad, being led away to be smothered. It was just an
accepted way of life, one of those hazards a young lad has to get through.
Though the women leading him away was Yena's own mother. Yena recalled the
constant creaking the floorboards made as she worked him. Sometimes Yena would
hear a long gasp or moaning then silence, seconds later the constant squeaking
would resume. Not having the luxury of a bedroom all of the smothering was
done on the cottage floor, usually in front of the fireplace. It did bother
Yena a bit to watch as her mother slowly smothered her friend. Yena would miss
him but then again this was a normal everyday hazard of any young male.

One day the victim's mother came calling. She was a pleasant lady that didn't
seem the slightest bit disturbed that Yena's mother was working her son.
Yena's mother directed Yena to mount him while they visited. Though the lad
had been her friend the thought of mounting her first victim was exciting.
Yena pumped hard and fast on him while the women visited and reluctantly
turned him back over to her mother when the guest left. Eventually Yena's
mother made her kill and days later selected a young lad from a large
destitute family that was traveling through. The family was glad to get rid of
him, one less mouth to feed.

It seemed that whenever a large family or even stray street urchins wondered
into town the women of the village would be out looking them over deciding
which one would make a good smother. Yena's neighbor, Tamera, had an
insatiable appetite for victims. She was always hard at work pumping away on a
young male. Yena liked her and would often visit while she furiously worked a
chosen young lad. The lady was tall and rather thin with a lot of nervous
energy. She was in her mid 30's and had several rowdy children. Her husband
had been killed in one of the innumerable wars that swept the land. For his
services she received a widows pension. This pension allowed her to
concentrate on her true passion - smothering! Her favorite position was the
"69" which was, while Yena thought about it, now her favorite.

Several incidents occurred that stuck in Yena's memory. Once while Yena and
Tamera were talking they heard the voice of a local women calling for her son.
Her son, at that particular moment, had his nose pressed deep into Tamera's
body. The lad, upon hearing his name, put his hands on the women's hips.
Tamera ignored him and continued her pumping. She then called to the women and
informed her she was smothering her son. The women didn't act upset about it
and replied in a joking light hearted manner, "That's two of my sons you've
smothered so far. You've exceeded your limit!" She then added "when are you
going to kill him so I can plan for his funeral?" Tamera momentarily stopped
her pumping and thought for a moment. "Not anytime soon, I'd like to work him
for at least a month but I don't think he's going to hold out that long." No
doubt the poor victim was quite upset to hear of his death to be so casually
discussed.

Yena remembered how brave her mother had been. One day some rich high official
was traveling through and stopped in their small village to water his horses.
There the family sat it all their finery and gold surrounded by a cordon of
soldiers. Then Yena's mothers eyes lit up - a victim. He was a cute young lad
sitting high in the coach. Yena tried to talk her mother out of it but to no
avail. Somehow she made it through the cordon of soldiers and boldly told the
lad's mother she wanted her son for a smother. The women looked down at her in
disbelief "The smother.my son."she thought for a moment. It was universally
accepted that any young lad was "up for grabs" so to speak - even a high
officials son. Besides this women had probably smothered countless young
victims herself. She immediately informed her husband. He seemed shaken by the
whole matter but was well aware of a women's right to select a young male as
her victim, no matter how rich or powerful. To go against such a basic right
might even cause rebellion and much more dire consequences greater than
loosing a son.

The lad was shocked when his mother ordered him out of the cart. He was even
amazed more when he was led away. The village women cheered and congratulated
Yena's mother for her determination and bravery. Once back at the cottage
Yena's mother directed the lad to remove his shirt and lay flat on the floor.
She then slipped out of her cloths and put on a loose fitting robe. The lad
was completely terrified as she slowly squatted down onto his face in a
reverse squat smother tracking his nose deep up her posterior. She'd hardly
started on him when the village women came in, one by one, or in small groups,
to visit and complement her on such a fine catch. A number of women marveled
at his fine cloths still others looked at his trembling callous free hands.
They had never seen such a finely dressed or delicious victim. Eventually the
parade of well wishers trickled off and Yena's mother could concentrate on her
handsome captive.

He proved to be a rather nice adolescent male and tried to cooperate in any
way possible. A bonding began to grow between Yena's mother and the victim.
They would sometimes play little jokes on each other. He knew she was going to
eventually kill him and she knew she would kill him - this was a given fact.
But, none-the-less, a close friendship did flourish. She was continuously
sitting on him in one position or another working his nose around inside her.
He would tap her on the side of the leg in some little secret code known only
to them. While squat smothering him she would look down into his bright blue
eyes. Though being furiously smothered and his view obscured by a thick mat of
pubic hair, he would somehow manage to wink up at her.

He proved to be a rather sturdy lad and lasted much longer than most of her
victims. They all got along well together and Yena remembers relaxing evenings
during the winter with a howling storm outside. Yena's mother would be totally
nude straddle smothering him in front of a roaring fire. Sometimes she would
stop and ask if he wanted anything or her to change to a different position.
He was always polite and asked for no special favors. One of those relaxing
evenings she smothered him at the height of a massive orgasm. Both Yena and
her mother cried as they drug his body out into the cold dark night. A grave
had been prepared for him and they solemnly lowered his still form into the
ground.

Yena's village was no different from hundreds or thousands of others
throughout the ancient world. Young victims were constantly being smothered
day and night by the rich and poor. Even the Atlantian queen herself had an
unsatisfied hunger for victims.

Yena looked outside and say a much smaller version of the craft her handsome
Demetri piloted. It sat motionless several feet above the ground. The craft
was flat with a railing to hang onto while airborne. The pilot was impatient,
obviously when you're summoned by the queen you waste no time about it. The
quick flight to the castle was thrilling. They zoomed silently above housetop
and trees. Being out in the open with the wind in your face gave a sensation
of tremendous speed.

The castle was a massive marble structure adorned with exquisitely crafted
statues. Gold virtually dripped from every possible location. Few people were
about and most of them were either nude or wearing only a purple sash to
denote royalty. Without much fanfare Yena was led into the royal court. Yena
was nude and, for the first time in months, felt like she probably should have
put on some cloths. Slowly she walked toward the throne. A lone figure sat in
regal splendor surrounded by richly adorned guards and royalty. Queen Antara
was a tall stately women, even an inch or two above Yena's height. Yena was
relieved to see she was nude except for a bright purple sash she wore in her
beautiful golden hair. Though in her late 50's her body was magnificent. "A
swimmer" Yena surmised noticing her well developed shoulders and powerful
legs.

The queen went right to the heart of the matter. Yena, for her bravery and
leadership, was to be granted Atlantian citizenship. A man then stepped
forward with what looked to be a branding device and permanently branded Yena
on the right shoulder with the symbol of Atlantis. Yena also received another
smaller brand, the symbol of a Goltar Master. She was now an Atlantian, one of
the highest honors in the ancient world. And, a Goltar Master, another high
honor. Both positions at the same time; it was so overwhelming. As a Goltar
Master she could start her own House, though she had no intentions of doing
so. Now, as an Atlantian, she would be more accepted. No more whispers behind
her back or stares and the hushed - "outsider!"

Polymius organized a large party to celebrate. Demetri attended and was
virtually bursting with pride over Yena's high honors. The party did have a
cloud hanging over it. Demetri seemed troubled by something, it was as if he
knew some terrible secret but couldn't share it. His love for Yena was very
intense and hadn't wavered. This secret, as best Yena could guess, involved
his position as a pilot or perhaps involved Atlantis it's self.

The next day the new citizen of Atlantis and newly appointed Goltar Master
resumed her smothering. While atop a squirming adolescent male Yena wondered
what it must be like for the victim. True, her constant and sometimes violent
pumping would put the victim into a dazed or even euphoric state, but she was
afraid she might be hurting them. She could never smother any victim if she
knew that he was suffering.

Young Talmarus waited patiently for him to be led in by one of the cute
attendants. It had been a long and difficult journey for the youth. He was a
Helot, born and raised by an indifferent peasant family along the Greek coast.
His father was a brute that drank up the families small income. His mother
took to drink herself and left he and his 11 brothers and sisters to fend for
themselves. Her only diversion from drinking was smothering. In one of her
rages she smothered one of his younger brothers. It didn't seem to bother her
in the slightest that she was smothering one of her own children.

One day a slaver came to town and young Talmarus, along with two other
brothers, was sold for a few loaves of bread. He remembers how happy and
gleeful his mother was as she tucked the loaves under her arm and ran back to
her dilapidated cottage. She was accompanied by a swarm of begging street
urchins. Just as she entered the cottage she grabbed one of the boys and
pulled him inside. So far nothing of young Talmarus's life had been fun. His
only joy was to look out onto the vast expanse of the blue ocean and imagine
himself as a brave sea captain rescuing beautiful women from evil pirates.

Now he faced a slow, painful death in the mines of North Africa or the oar
pits of Laurium. All of the slaves were sullen and resigned to their fate. It
was as if they were already dead and just their body hadn't gotten the message
yet. After being feed a horrible tasting gruel they were loaded on a large
cargo ship. Being slaves they were stuffed into the black cramped depths of
stinking cargo holds. Rats abounded and several slaves died, suffocating on
the stench. At least the gently rocking had a soothing effect on him for he,
as with most of the slaves, and they soon went to sleep.

Talmarus's mind went blank. When put in a position such as this, beaten down,
unloved and forgotten by the world you turn inward. His young mind was
virtually blank. All thoughts of escape were laughable. The slaves were barely
alive and defenseless. How could they overcome well armed and perfectly
healthy guards. He was jarred awake when the slavers opened the hatches.
Bright sunlight, like a searing intense beam, penetrated into their stinking
lair.

All chained together at the ankle they slowly filled onto the ships deck. A
big fat greasy brute of a slaver looked them over one at a time. Every so
often he would select a slaves and one of his assistants would unchain the
slave and make him stand in a separate group. Finally it came Talmarus's turn.
All he said was "This one" to his assistant and moved down the line. Talmarus
found himself separated from the main body of slaves. He heard a whispered
"Talmarus it's me Markus". Talmarus didn't want to take a chance and turn and
look but it was a younger brother of his.

There were perhaps 50 of them chained together separate from the rest. All of
them were quite young and many of them small boys, obviously unfit for the
mines. Talmarus didn't get his hopes up for the lot of slaves was a very cruel
one and any unspeakable fate could await. Much to his surprise they were
loaded onboard a sleek golden encrusted ship. As with the slave ship they were
led into the ships hold. Much to Talmarus's surprise it was clean. They were
even fed a decent meal. Hundreds of other young slaves were already in the
hold. The ship seemed to glide through the waves and emit a low soft humming
noise. For the first time in his life he felt a spark of enthusiasm. Then he
heard the word "Goltar" whispered from slave to slave. "Goltar" - he was to be
smothered. His spirits soared. No slow death in the mines or a dog like
existence in some dirty hot dry North African slave pen. The slaves began to
talk amongst themselves. They were all excited, elated in fact. True they
would die, ah. but such a death for a young male. A slow sensual smother by a
beautiful women was not such an awful fate. They all were happily looking
forward to it even more so since it would be performed by some golden haired
Atlantian beauty.

After docking they were unchained and led in large groups to a bath. This was
the first time young Talmarus could ever remember such a warm relaxing bath. A
stern matronly like women checked each boy to see if he was clean enough and
many were sent back. After the bath attendants handed out new cloths. It was
nothing more than a white cloth that went around their waist. Then they were
fed and what a feast.

Talmarus had never seen such a display of food. A long table covered with the
most delicious food his mind could ever imagine stretched out before him. The
young lads ate like wild animals and Talmarus was no exception. They all knew
this food and decent treatment would end in their smother but they welcomed
it. It would be the crowning moment of a fantastic dream. A majestic smother
would tie it all together into one beautiful package.

Talmarus and several hundred companions were led through the clean and neat
streets of Atlantis. Slaves being led to a Goltar House was a normal everyday
sight and the Atlantian citizens showed no interest in them at all. None of
the lads were chained and there were occasions when a slave could have made a
break for it. This was the furthest from their thoughts. They welcomed the
sensual deadly embrace of the Goltar.

Each of the youths tried to take it all in, to look with wonder on all of the
Atlantian technology with awe. A hush came over them when a bright metal
flying ship glided silently overhead. The column stopped momentarily when an
Atlantian housewife indicated to the guards she and her two teenage daughters
wanted to look over the lads and select victims. The women, though in her
early 40's, was very beautiful. Her beauty was also enhances by the fact she
was totally nude. Both her daughters, also nude, had immaculate bodies any lad
would gladly go under. She and her daughters briefly looked over the slaves
and made their selections. Talmarus passed the door of the women's home when
one of the boys, the women's captive, turned and smiled. He was obviously
pleased to have been selected and was evidently looking forward to the
smother.

The large group of slaves was further broken down into groups of two to three
hundred and led off to the various Goltar Houses throughout the city. Now and
then the column would be halted by an Atlantian housewife or young maiden so
she could select a victim for her smother. In most instance the selected youth
would turn and smile or waive to his companions.

Talmarus, through all the confusion, had lost sight of his brother. He had
hopped to perhaps catch sight of him before the smother. Once again the column
shuffled to a halt as two young women looked over the victims. A tall sexy
blonde pulled his brother Markus from the line. His young face was radiant.
Talmarus felt a strong tinge of jealousy especially when she and her companion
turned to lead the youths away. Both young women had the most magnificent and
perfectly formed posteriors you could imagine. As Talmarus passed he called to
his brother. Markus turned and smiled. The women seemed nice and patted Markus
affectionately on the head. Markus waived and shouted "good luck!" The column
moved on and soon the young women and their victims passed from sight.

At last they arrived at their destination. Talmarus didn't get to see much of
the building. An attendant came around and offered them water or fresh fruit.
Young Talmarus had never at any point in his brief life known such kindness.
He knew that he would pay for this with his life but that was of no
consequence. He thought it was much better to be smothered by some majestic
beauty than to suffer for years as a nameless slave. One attendant, a young
girl, was making her way amongst the slaves, putting a light coat of oil on
their noses. Over the next few hours an older women or young attendant would
come in and select a few victims to be distributed to the Goltars. At last it
was Talmaruss turn. His short journey through life would come to an end.

He was led down a long hallway. Along the hall were a number of rooms, or
rather more like open stalls. He looked inside and saw some intense smothering
going on. Many of the women were being quit loud about it and moaning in
pleasure as orgasm after orgasm swept over their bodies. Attendants were
frantically dragging body after body away. "Here" the women said pointing to a
stall.

Talmarus's breath was taken away when he saw her. She was a tall beauty with
long black hair. Muscular yet retaining all of her feminine charms. "Over
here, lay down here" she said impatiently. The youth regained his senses and
obediently lay where indicated. He placed is head on a large soft purple
pillow. She then lowered herself down over his face for a "69" position. This
raven haired goddess had a glistening thick mat of jet black pubic hair. She
was well lubricated probably from all of the kills she'd performed so far that
day. He had watched in almost slow motion as she lowered herself onto him. He
felt her gently wiggle her hips, working his nose deep inside her. Next she
spread her legs wide and began a slow circular hip grinding. He could see out
from under her just a tiny bit. Talmarus wanted to giggle for her soft pubic
hair was rubbing against his face tickling him.

Gradually her pumping and grinding was making him dizzy even though he was
desperately trying to remain conscious. With a precision of a Goltar Master
she worked his nose around inside her. Then he could feel it, the often talked
about ethereal bonding between a women and her victim. It was beautiful - they
were uniting as one. It was like some warm hot erotic sensual bath. He
couldn't believe it. Young Talmarus had never experienced such beauty in his
life. Wave after wave of savage passion swept over both of them. With each
wave they rose to a new level. Then, at the height of the most intense
emotional experience of his young life young Talmarus died. He surrendered
willingly. Yena, well satisfied, climbed off his inert body. A young attendant
quickly drug his body away. When dragging away Talmarus's body she had noticed
a slight smile on his face. She had seen the same smile on many such victims.

CHAPTER III

The smothering had gone on very intensely for several months when Hipparete
casually mentioned the Goltar Olympics. Yena had heard of them but never
dwelled on the subject much. The interesting point was they would be held in
Atlantis. Polymius was going around trying to get all of her women and girls
to participate. Effenie, her daughter, as well as, the twins Hipparete and
Xanthippe virtually begged Yena to participate. They praised her "69" as the
best performed on any victim. Yena finally agreed and decided to participate
in the Straddle Smother, "69" and Artistic Smother events.

Everything was thrown into turmoil. Victims were now being smothered
"artistically". A victims nose that casually might slip out of a women's body
was now a major mistake. Effenie was very upset when this happened to two of
her victims. The judging was very specific, a simple everyday occurrence like
that might cost them valuable points. Yena, while pumping away on a young lad,
also felt his nose slip out of place. Quickly she reacted to correct the
error. She had always felt pride in her smothering techniques and now some
twerp of a judge was to watch closely for flaws.

At last the great day arrived. Atlantis had seven Goltar Houses and all of
them would be represented. As with custom the host nation sat in the arena
stands while the visitors paraded in. The stadium was huge and adorned with
flags and colorful banners of all types. Each Goltar House had there own
symbol and banner. It was an exciting and colorful affair. The arena, unlike
the Athenian ones, had a grassy floor, not sand. Not many men were in the
stands. They were free to watch but smothering was looked upon as one of those
mysterious "female" pastimes.

The Greek Goltar Houses from Athens, last year's winners, paraded in, all
fourteen of them. One House, was particularly prominent, holding a golden
standard. They had over 60 women, and everyone of them a stunning beauty. Next
Goltar Houses from Sparta, the fledgling village of Rome, as well as, Goltar's
from Britannia marched proudly under streaming banners. Next came wild looking
barbarian women from Germania and Gaul. Tall feather bedecked Nubians now
entered. They strode in; tall and stately. "Watch out for them" someone
whispered. It was an impressive display of beauty and deadly smothering. The
final, and largest contingent now paraded through the arena - the Amazons.
They had a furious and well known appetite for victims. Yena was feeling
apprehensive about entering such a difficult event.

The city slave pens were virtually bursting with delicious victims of all
smotherable ages. Everything was now it place when Queen Antera, the
officiating hostess stepped forward. With a loud powerful voice that all could
hear she shouted "Let the smothering begin!" Such a huge cry rang out that
probably everyone in Atlantis could hear it. Yena's heart jumped when someone
pointed out her handsome Demetri sitting not far away. Now she HAD to succeed.
Her handsome lover would be watching.

At last individual events were beginning to take place. The first was a run.
Young victims were turned loose in the open area and run from the predatory
Goltar's. One by one they were caught and smothered. After the smothered the
women had to drag the body to a collection point. The women with the most
kills won. The Nubians seemed to excel in this as their long legs gave them an
advantage in running. Laughter erupted in the stands when one small lad
managed to outwit his purser, a tall and powerfully build Gaul. She had a lot
of muscle power and could have crushed her victims skull between her thighs -
if she could catch him. She was angrier and angrier by the minute and even
stopped long enough to shake a fist at the laughing onlookers. At last she
caught him and pulled the lad down for a breast smother. Finally the body was
the last victim was drug out. As expected the Nubians won without question.

Yena was anxious for action and it finally came. Now it would be Goltar House
against Goltar House in the run. At last they were all lined up. Over three
hundred Goltar's wearing only an identifying scarf representing their
particular House. Yena looked up into the stands and could barely make out her
handsome Demetri. With a loud shout the victims were released. The adolescent
males ran in all directions like small fish scattering from a predator.
Seconds later the women were set loose. It was a thrilling and exciting moment
as the women whooped and yelled in all languages. Victim after victim was
being brought down all around her. Yena concentrated on one particular youth.
Finally she caught him and was about to pull him down when a young teenage
girl, an Amazon, pulled him down. She quickly tucked him under her in a squat
smother.

Just at that second a young lad, fleeing a pursuer, ran headlong into Yena.
She then brought him down to the grass in a reverse squat smother. The young
Amazon shrugged her shoulders about grabbing Yena's victim. "Don't worry Yena
said" its such a mess out here it was bound to happen." Yena said while
keeping up a steady stoking on her victim. It was too early in the smothering
for a kill to have taken place so the women could relax a bit while they
smothered. Many of them spent their time visiting and talking to whomever was
near them.

"What's your name?" the young Amazon asked. "Yena, what's yours?" she replied.
"Gabrielle." It was a nice pleasant name. Somehow the pretty Amazon looked
familiar, it was as it they had known or would know each other. She was a nice
pleasant girl with an expert and well developed squat smother technique. "Kill
many victims?" Yena asked. "Tens of thousands, that's all we do between
raids." Then the girl then made a curious statement. "Do I know you? Somehow I
think I know you. It's weird." Yena was surprised by this question especially
when she was about to ask the same thing. Their pleasant visit came to a
conclusion when the girl's young male expired. Yena hurried to complete her
kill as well. Frantically she half drug and carried the body of her victim to
the collection point.

Young males were swarming all around when Yena reached for one. She caught him
by the hair and spun him to the ground. He landed with a thud, the wind
knocked out of him. Just then a tall blonde barbarian laid down on his face in
a "69" working his nose up tight into her. She looked up at Yena and laughed.
Yena was furious at this blonde giant, she was contemplating knocking her for
a good one but this was the Goltar Olympics and she had to maintain her
composure.

There was no time to stand around and argue so she made a dive for another
small youth. She caught him by the wrist and pulled him down. She then mounted
him in a "69". She was behind the blonde barbarian and got a close up view as
the women furiously pumped hard on her captive. She was a big powerful women
with a strong grinding hip motion. Very little was visible of her victim's
head. She had all but consumed his small head up into her body. Just then Yena
heard a familiar voice, the young Amazon Gabrielle, she had a victim and was
preparing to mount him in a straddle smother. "She's the reigning "69"
champion." Indicating to the giant blonde barbarian. "I'm scheduled for that
event," Yena said. "Well good luck, you'll need it, she's a terror. Champion 3
times in a row. Not even any of my sister Amazons are as good." The young girl
replied while she worked her victims nose deep inside her.

Yena asked the girl what events she was scheduled for and would make an effort
to watch. Gabrielle was very proud of her squat and reverse squat smother and
had entered those events. Their conversation was interrupted when the blonde
giant completed her kill. She casually tucked the body of her victim under her
arm and walked over to the collection point. She flung him on top of the pile
like he was a rag doll.

The smothering continued furiously for the next two hours. It was exhausting
and everyone was relieved when a trumpet sounded to cease the event. When the
final tally was made an Athenian Goltar House won the event. They were so
tired they hardly had the energy to celebrate.

Later that afternoon Yena participated in her first individual event, the
straddle smother. Events such as this were not measured on how many victims
could be smothered but on how expertly it was accomplished. She would get
three victims and three victims only to demonstrate her skills. The first kill
went off without a hitch and she received a high score. Next a pretty Athenian
Goltar did a magnificent straddle smother on her victim. Many other fine
Goltar's racked up impressive scores. Then came the second round.

Yena was stroking hard on her prone victim with a judge watching intently then
tragedy struck. Yena felt his nose slip out from inside her. The judged
frowned and made a note. Yena was allowed to complete the kill but she knew
she'd screwed up big time. "Disqualified" in big letters was posted next to
her name on the Master Listing.

Next came the Artistic Smother event. Contestants had to dance and sway to
music while periodically smothering various victims. Though she tried her best
Yena couldn't match some of the graceful moves of the competing Goltar's. An
Atlantian from a rival Goltar House captured this event. As the day drew to a
close Polymius was very disappointed with her girl's showing. Only young
Magnera had won a gold medal for an event.

Yena had time to watch the young Amazon Gabrielle perform in the Squat Smother
event. She carefully squatted over the lad's head then pressed herself tight
to his face. His well oiled nose vanished from view. She then pumped down on
him to the cheers of her fellow Amazons. Various other Goltar's participated
in this event, even Polymius and the twins. None came close to the expert move
that the young Amazon demonstrated. Amid wild barbarian like yells she was
declared champion.

Yena didn't have a restful night. Tomorrow was the deciding event - the "69".
The vision of the powerful blonde barbarian grinding down unmercifully on her
victim was fresh in Yena's mind. Her Goltar House had not done very well and
only Yena's "69" event could save them from disaster.

The next day dawned bright and colorful. Yena didn't have time to watch her
Amazon friend in the Reverse Squat Smother event as she had to prepare for her
"69". Demetri had to work so she wouldn't see his handsome face in the stands.
She was surprised to see Gabrielle watching from the sidelines. Many of her
Amazon friends were with her as well. They say if you befriend an Amazon then
all Amazons become your sister. Yena was surprised to find she had her own
cheering section of fired up young Amazons. Yena looked over at Gabrielle and
asked about her Reverse Squat Smother event. Gabrielle made a sour face and a
thumbs down gesture.

Goltar after Goltar now demonstrated to the judges their expertise in the
"69". Some did very well but Yena knew she was the best. Finally it came down
to Yena versus the blonde barbarian. Yena, gathering all her inner strength,
won the coveted Gold Medal! The blonde giant gave Yena a hug and congratulated
her. She didn't turn out to be such a brute after all. Hildara was her name
and respected Yena as the best. Later that night, amid wild celebrating and
drinking Yena felt truly at home. Her new friends the Amazons, Hildara and her
barbarians, and the sophisticated women of Yena's Goltar House celebrated as
one. Chants of "WOMEN POWER!" rang through the night. This was perhaps the
high point of her life. To have so many warm and caring friends yet they were
so different and diverse from each other.

Tears streamed from her eyes as she stood on the podium and the gold medal was
hung around her neck. The memory of that moment would be savored forever. She
vowed to never, as long as she lived, forget the friends she'd made or the
glory of the Olympics. At last Yena felt an inner peace, she could accomplish
anything now. A young women had died at that moment and a valiant brave
warrior was born.

CHAPTER IV

Though it was hard to come down from such a high the everyday task of
smothering victims had to continue. Yena's love affair was turning to
marriage. They even went and examined a small cottage. Yena wanted a bed large
enough to accommodate victims. Demetri didn't mind her occupation but, when he
was around, he indicated that he was to be the only male in her bed.

One bright clear day the earth shook hard. It was a deep rumble, far in the
interior. Yena, squat smothering a young male, heard people comment about the
smoke. She looked outside and to her shock saw wispy clouds of black rising
from one of the, until now, dormant, volcano's. The people were terrified, and
should be. The volcano's were all monsters and dominated the whole Atlantian
landscape.

Finally one night while she and Demetri were walking along a romantic moonlit
beach he told her everything. Yena was virtually cold with fear when she was
told the complete story. Atlantian men of science had determined, almost to
the second, when the giants were to explode. Atlantis didn't have much time
left. Sacred and well kept secret after secret came pouring from his trembling
lips. Atlantians were not of earth, they had originally come from the stars.
He reminded Yena of the red triangle he'd shown her on the map. It was a
portal for his people to return to their original home. Five huge air ships
had secretly been built to carry the Atlantian's away before the cataclysm.
Naturally he assumed his beloved Yena would be among them.

So many things were going through her mind now. Her beautiful new home
Atlantis was to be no more. The artwork, intricate gardens, beautiful homes,
and sun lit bays would be forever destroyed. Soon everyone knew and began
packing. Laborers were hard at work removing the most beautiful of statues.
The usually calm streets were not crowded with people rushing about.

Almost every citizen of Atlantis turned out to see the first airship depart.
It was a massive silver disk with thousands of multicolored lights dancing
around the edges. Slowly it rose in the midday sun then, with the blink of an
eye, vanished from sight. The next ship was accepting borders when Effenie
informed us she would be on it. Yena inquired about victims on the homeworld
and Polymius informed her that there were as many victims as she could
possibly imagine. Many tears were shed when Effenie, her daughter Indetrus,
and a number of Goltar's from the House when they boarded the huge silver
disk. Three more craft were left.

Yena was besides herself as to what to do. These were all her dear friends.
She was now an Atlantia. She had her handsome Demetri to consider. So much
more waited for her out there in the heavens. She had nothing to hold her
back. Yet, something was eating at her. She truly was not one of them. Earth,
with all its defects, was her home. Perhaps a perfect life on some far off
world as "too perfect" for her. She craved adventure, excitement not stability
and security. Her mind was made up - she would stay. No amount of persuasion
could budge her from this decision.

News of her decision soon reached the royal court. Queen Antara summoned Yena.
The castle, usually an orderly place, was swarming with busy workers and
Atlantian men of science, packing all of the important documents and papers.
The queen was naturally saddened by Yena's decision but respected it as well.
"Perhaps you can still serve Atlantis while on earth." She went on to explain
that a number of people besides her were staying back, some had enemies on the
homeworld, others for reasons only known to themselves. Each was to be
implanted with the exact location of dozens of cavers. These caverns contained
samples of the greatest of Atlantian achievements. Also, several small
airships were positioned in the caves. When activated, they would
automatically follow a course to the homeworld. Yena could then rejoin them in
the heavens. The caverns would be well protected from robbers by various
deadly traps so Yena would have to tread carefully.

Knowledge of these treasure troves of Atlantian culture and science and how to
avoid the traps would be implanted in Yena's mind. It would be in her
repressed memory and only under extreme duress or longing to return to the
Atlantian fold would it be activated. Also, Queen Antara told her of a rich
merchant living in Athens. The man was trustworthy and had always been
friendly to the Atlantian people. A number of years ago his family had been
saved by the timely arrival of an Atlantian warship. Several pirate raiders
were about to descend on their helpless merchant ship when an Atlantian
warship intervened. The kingdom of Atlantis had deposited a vast fortune with
him. He would gladly give Yena as much money as she wanted. Yena's eyes lit up
- a Goltar House. She could start up her own Goltar House!

Yena was told to sit down. Several men then pressed brightly colored crystals
to her forehead. Swirling images of well-lit caverns filled her mind. She saw
three small circular craft resting on solid gold ornate cradles. Artwork,
paintings and crate after crate of untold treasure lay stacked in orderly
rows. Next she saw various prominent landmarks that led to these treasures.
All of this was etched deep into her mind. When she came out of the trance
like state she remembered nothing of what they had told her. She did have a
vague feeling of some vast knowledge or secret.

Next the queen then presented Yena with a large ring. It was gold with a light
colored stone of some sort. The queen told her that the stone was a weapon. It
would turn varying shades of red when confronted with danger. It could read
the intentions of any person. Light orange might mean that they intended to
only rob her or even make violent love to her, however bright red meant they
intended to kill. There was one spot on the ring, when pressed a certain way
by and adjacent finger and a high intense beam of red light would shoot out.
The queen then demonstrated it by destroying a pure golden ornate vase. Within
seconds it was reduced to a molten pile.

The queen made one last appeal for Yena to join them. Her personal airship
would be the last to leave and the queen added that Demetri would pilot it.
Yena was given another chance to join her friends but she was adamant on
staying.

Yena and Demetri had many long and sometimes violent arguments. He virtually
begged her on his hands and knees to come with them. Eventually he became
resigned at losing his raven haired beauty forever. They had one last lonely
walk together along a pure white deserted beach. He then kissed her with such
intense passion and emotion that Yena virtually melted in his arms. With tears
streaming down their cheeks they said their goodbyes.

The next day Yena watched as the third craft silently departed. With half her
women gone or departing Polymius began shutting down her Goltar House. Yena,
for once, had nothing do so she went about collecting small souvenirs of her
life in Atlantis. The people, though assured a seat on the craft, were
nonetheless scared witless. There was near panic when the remainder climbed
aboard the fourth craft.

Yena was assigned to depart on a fast Atlantian warship that would deposit her
at a Greek port. The passengers were the remaining Atlantians, each imprinted
with the "secret". The captain and crew, not wanting to let Atlantian
technology pass to some barbarian culture, would scuttle the ship in deep
water. A small, bright disk rested firmly in its cradle on the stern to carry
the crew to the heavens.

The deadly volcanic explosion was drawing closer when the last passenger ship
rose high in the bright Mediterranean sky. No vast throng was there to watch,
just Yena, waving and wishing her friends well. Atlantis was now deserted.
Rubbish and fine art lay strewn about. Slowly Yena collected her things and
walked through the now deserted Goltar House. Many ghosts whispered to her as
the wind made an eerie whipping sound through the abandoned structure. She
looked into her old room. Many beautiful memories of delicious victims filled
her mind. She closed her eyes for a moment and could hear the laughs of or
friends. It was all empty and deserted now.

Yena heard the sharp shrill blast of the Atlantian ship calling for the
passengers to board her. While walking along the abandoned streets a dark
shadow come over her. It was Queen Antar's craft floating gently above her
beloved Atlantis. Within seconds it disappeared into the distance.

Yena felt she had enough time so she stopped by the abandoned arena. For a
lark she stood on the same podium where she'd received her gold medal. The
memories were too intense for her and she quickly climbed down. Then she heard
it, a second blast. The third one would be the last so Yena hurried up her
pace. Panic had overtaken her as she ran through deserted street after
deserted street. While running she surmised that she was perhaps the last
person to walk the streets of Atlantis. Stride of stride of her powerful legs
brought her ever closer to the docks. She heard the last and final blast as
she ran down the dock and jumped on board.

It was a fine sleek ship and no doubt the captain would find it very painful
to send such a beauty to the bottom of the ocean. Quickly the ship put to sea.
They had hardly left port when everyone noticed a vast number of ships lying
just off Atlantis. "Pirates" the captain shouted. "Man the weapons. All
passengers below." He shouted with authority. Yena found an inconspicuous
hiding place on deck to watch what would happen next. Pirates throughout the
whole Mediterranean were aware of Atlantis being abandoned. No doubt tales of
vast treasures and gold lined streets blinded them to the dangers. Though the
Atlantian ship was fast and sleek and not dependent on sails it still was no
match for a huge armada of pirate ships that blocked their path to safety. A
dozen pirate ships drew nearer. Yena, as with the rest of the crew and
passengers, knew with cold certainty what happened to those poor unfortunates
captured by such brutes.

Two crewmen stood next to a long metal device. On it was a red crystal of some
sort. The sailors took careful aim at the bow of the nearest pirate ship and
fired. A bright beam of red light silently shot out and blew the whole front
end of the pirate ship off. The brigands were dumped unceremoniously into the
ocean and left to drown by their fellow pirates. Another beam of red light
split the next pirate ship in two. One pirate, completely on fire, dove
headlong into the waves and vanished from sight. Seeing what happened to their
companions the remaining ships gave the Atlantian craft a wide birth. Clear of
the pirate fleet the sleek craft put as much distance from Atlantis they
could. The captain and crew laughed out loud at the thought of the greedy
pirates looting their beloved Atlantis. They would soon pay dearly for such
greed.

Yena made many friends while on board the ship. She gave the captain a small
lock of her beautiful black hair to present to Demetri when he returned to the
homeworld. The captain invited Yena, and any of the passengers, to come with
them. About a third of the passengers had a change of heart and took him up on
the offer. Not Yena, her mind was made up - she would remain. After a day at
sea they put into a small Greek port. The sight of a fast and beautiful
Atlantian ship pulling into a little backwater port drew a large crowd to the
docks. Yena quickly disembarked and said goodbye, perhaps forever to her
beloved Atlantians.

CHAPTER V

After disembarking from the craft Yena stretched her long sensuous legs. She
was glad to have the feel of solid earth beneath her feet. It had been all so
painful for her, to say goodbye to the many friends she'd made in both
Atlantis and her fellow ships passengers. She hoisted up her heavy pack and
began a slow long journey to Athens. The year and half she'd spent on Atlantis
had spoiled her. This small seaside village stank; the people stank and were
often drunken louts. Several sailors smirked and leered at Yena's naked body.
The sun was hot and a long lonely journey awaited. Slowly she trudged her way
up the steep slope of the main road to Athens. Her mind had been in a constant
turmoil, had she done the right thing, maybe she should have gone with them to
the stars. Right now her Goltar friends were no doubt pumping away on
delicious victims in idyllic surroundings while Yena struggled with a heavy
pack on a lonely Greek road. Suddenly a mighty blast knocked her flat to the
ground.

She stood up and looked out onto the vast expanse of the deep blue
Mediterranean. A massive ominous black cloud was billowing high into the clear
sky. Atlantis, her beloved Atlantis, was no more. The Old Man had finally rid
himself of mankind's intrusion in one final eruption. All the art, the beauty,
the intricate buildings and technology was all gone in one second. Yena
dropped to her knees and cried. She suffered such a deep searing pain in her
heart that no amount of consolation or passage of time could ever heal. She
felt alone now, truly alone; only her beautiful memories and some small
souvenirs were left. Yena would treasure them all for the rest of her life.

Yena had enough money to pay for a ride into Athens but she needed time alone,
to think of her future and what would she do with her life. As the day wore on
Yena was aware of a growing need for a kill. She had passed any number of
suitable males loitering around the road. Then up ahead she spied him, a cute
young lad walking along unaccompanied. Yena quickly caught up with him. He
smiled up at her and they exchanged small talk. He was a likeable young male
with soft light brown hair and deep brown eyes. She had to have him.

Yena stated plainly her intention. "I want to kill you. I want to sit on you
and smother you to death." The youth looked up at the tall beauty. Perhaps he
had guessed at Yena's intentions all along. Yena was aware that there seemed
to be some unspoken connection or mutual mind link between a women and her
intended victim. He shrugged his shoulders and sighed.

She led him not far off the road to a small grassy field. He immediately laid
flat on his back to await Yena's smother. He didn't have long to wait. Yena
stood over his up turned face then slowly settled down on him in a squat
smother. She closed her eyes as the familiar pleasure of his nose rose deep
into her body. The exquisite feeling of his young nose resting tight inside
her reminded her of the Goltar House and Atlantis. She took him, slowly at
first then building to an overwhelming orgasm. He had been a most cooperative
victim so far, so, with great restraint, Yena decided to postpone the kill
until later that night. After working on him for a few hours she decided to
give the lad a break. She, with great reluctance, climbed off him.

The youth laid still for a moment in a dazed state. Then his chest heaved
deeply as he gasped for air. Being under Yena's pumping hips for over two
hours had all but exhausted him. He was quit surprised to discover that he was
still alive. In fact, he seemed anxious for Yena to re mount him. The lad
seemed happy to hear that Yena was going to save him for a long relaxing
smother later that evening.

Yena gathered her things together and she, and her youthful companion began a
long walk to Athens. They hadn't gone far when a women called to them from a
small cottage off the main of the road. "Polemo where the hell have you been?
She yelled. The women was of typical peasant stock, rugged, a bit crude and
unpolished. It was obvious that all she had known her whole life was constant
back breaking work with few pleasures. She was in her early 40's with a tangle
of unwashed brown hair that had a few strands of straw sticking from it. The
young lad at Yena's side was obviously the missing Polemo.

"Hi my name is Yena and I've been smothering him for the last few hours." The
women looked at them for a few seconds and said softly "Oh I see. That's fine.
Why don't you come in for a cup of wine, I don't often get visitors,
especially an Atlantian. They're a rare sight in Greece."

Her name was Altora, just a common pheasant women with no exciting past. Her
husband was a sailor, perhaps she surmised, a pirate. He hadn't been home in
six months. The only good he ever seemed to do was send her a tidy sum of
money now and then. Yena remembered the pirate fleet poised to invade Atlantis
- if he was with them he would never be coming back.

Her hut looked very familiar to Yena for it resembled her own home she had
been raised in. The only furniture was two rickety chairs and a well used
table. A large stone fireplace dominated the room. As was typical to peasant
homes it didn't have any rooms. Just one open wooden cottage with bedding
spread out along the sides.

She had two small cute girls and a young boy that walked around with his thumb
in his mouth. The children were all dirty and un-kept. Off to one side lay a
young boy. He just lay still breathing hard. Yena then inquired. "Your son
over there, is he sick?" The women shot a bored glance in his direction "He's
not my son he's my victim. I've been smother'en the hell out'a him for the
last few weeks. This is probably the most he's seen of daylight for a long
time."

The thoroughly exhausted boy turned toward Yena. He was in a very bad way. No
doubt the constant smothering by Altora was having a devastating effect on his
frail body. He tried to sit up but couldn't and just slumped back down moaning
and taking in air in small raspy gulps. Yena noticed that he was especially
young for a victim. But then this was not Atlantis. Greek women couldn't be
choosy. They had to take what was available and be thankful at that. Yena's
mother, as with the rest of the women of her village, had no hesitation to
smother a young boy. Many a time she had seen her mother stretched out atop a
small male. Yena had made only 23 kills as a young girl. They were mostly
young village boys. This was normal and expected of a young girl. Some of the
more aggressive girls of the village accounted for hundreds of smothers. You
might expect that with all the smothering going on a shortage of young males
might develop. The peasants bread like rats, each family might have 12 or more
children and there was never any danger of a shortage.

Yena remembered one time while out playing with her friends she looked at one
of her playmates. He was a young boy several years younger than her. She had
only made a few kills so far so and smothering was a new adventure for her. He
had always been a playmate now it suddenly dawned on her that he would make a
nice smother. They wrestled playfully for a few minutes then Yena pinned him
to the ground. She remembered the surprised look on his face as she carefully
hiked her dress up and slid over his face. It took her four hours of hard
work, including a lot of grunting and groaning, before she made her kill.

Yena thanked Altora for the wine but explained she wanted to put some miles
behind her before dark. She tried to pay for the drink but Altora wouldn't
accept any money. Young Polemo paused at the door and looked around. He knew
he wouldn't ever be coming back. Yena could tell that Altora was anxious to
start again on her victim. As Yena and Polemo prepared to leave Altora pulled
up her skirt to her waist at sat firmly on her victims face in a reverse
straddle smother. She then smoothed the dress around herself so only the boys
small feet protruded out from under her.

While walking toward the main road Yena asked Polemo if his mother did much
smothering. Yes, a lot, she was always sitting on a victim. All of the women
seemed to have a young lad in their bed. The nights were long and lonely,
their men were often gone to war or to sea so a relaxing smother was a nice
reward after a hard day's work.

Yena's long powerful legs were not match to Polemo and she would often have to
wait for him to catch up. Mile after boring mile passed behind them. Several
large bulky farm wagons passed by dropping a few delicious oranges and other
fruit. Yena and Polemo would then grab up all they could. At last dark was
coming on the land and Yena began looking for a well protected site for a
camp. Before she left Atlantis she'd purchased a number of items that would
make her life easier. One was a small compact tent and a whole sack full of
utensils. Gander had great fun looking over the mysterious items. He was
intrigued when Yena took out a blue rock from her sack. She casually hit it
hard with a rock she found on the ground and the blue rock began to glow. Not
only glow but put off warmth as well.

Yena would miss Polemo, he had been a nice well behaved lad and traveling
companion. However, a women's needs had to be satisfied and Polemo would
fulfill those needs amply. With the campsite all arranged she directed Polemo
into the tent. He, quite naively, lay down with his head on the pillow. Yena
stripped then entered the tent. "Polemo" she said in mock irritation, "the
other way round." Then it dawned on the youth she wanted him the opposite way
round. "Sorry" he said with an embarrassed laugh.

Yena then lay down on his face, spread her legs wide and wiggled her hips
around, working his nose deep into place. Once satisfied she pulled a blanket
over both of them so they would be protected from the cold. They then began
deep pumping circular hip grinding. A flood of warm erotic sensuality swept
over her almost immediately. She rode him like a ship riding a violent flowing
sea. She traveled to new heights of orgasm, time and time again her body
trembled as she was swept away in the sweat embrace of passion. She hadn't put
any oil on the youths face but she was giving him a very wet ride none the
less. She violently worked him long into the night, then, at the height of a
majestic orgasm, he died.

Her body ached from such an ordeal. Now completely exhausted but well
satisfied, she drug the body of her latest conquest from the tent. A small
ravine was nearby so she tossed it in. Completely relaxed, Yena slipped off
into a peaceful sleep. Next day dawned bright and cheerful. Yena looked around
and found a stream to bath in and relax before she "hit the road again." It
was such a warm beautiful day that she decided to go nude.

Other than the delicious Polemo, it had been a long and boring journey. While
on the road she kept a look out a suitable victim to liven up an otherwise
lonely journey. Often her thoughts would drift to Atlantis, the twins,
Demetri, and the Goltar House. How she missed them. She'd given up all that
beauty and security and for what - a lonely hot walk through miles of
nothingness to a hot smelly city.

Apples, an apple tree sat off to the right. A nice ripe apple would be a
pleasant snack. Then she saw the boy sitting leaning against the tree eating
an apple. Yena immediately looked him over. He was just a mere boy much too
young to be taken for a smother. Yena then thought of the women in her
village. They wouldn't have hesitated for a second. Yena's own mother would
have had him under in no time. The possibility of taking him for a smother
intrigued Yena. She would look him over, talk to him and perhaps build up her
courage to mount him.

He was very cute with jet black hair and a small round face. His name was
Balak or something like that for he slurred his sentences and ran words
together. According to the lad he had been abandoned by his parents a few days
ago and he'd been living on apples since. While they were talking Yena
carefully took note of the tall warm grassy field behind them which would make
a good location for a long smother. She sat down next to the lad and brushed
the hair out of face. He had big round dark eyes. She gently pushed him flat
to the warm grass a swung a leg across his chest. Yena was contemplating which
position to use on him when an old women approached.

She was one of those "colorful people" or an eccentric. Her ragged cloths was
nothing more than various patches of brightly colored cloth sewn together. She
had a big colorful floppy hat that made her whole appearance comical. She was
tall and thin with a rugged weather-beaten face. "Well sister, ya gon'na plant
your bare butt on his face or not." She said, getting right to the point.

"Yena ran a fingers across his small bare chest and said thoughtfully "maybe.
Do you want him?" "Damn right I do, I ain't had a nose up the old puss for
over a week." Yena hadn't quite gathered up the courage to sit on the boy -
perhaps, she thought, theirs a victim more to her choosing right around the
next corner. Besides, this poor old lady had gone for a week without a
smother.

"Take him if you want, he's a little too young for my appetite." Yena said
sitting up. "Well thank you. Names Jabberbar" she said extending a hand. She
then stood over the boys head, hiked up her skirt and lowered down on him in a
straddle smother. She spread her legs really wide and began to slide slowly
over his head. The lad arched his head back and looked out on the world for
the last time. He had a frightened look in his eye. "Come on little one,
cooperate with granny" Jabberbar said as she held his head straight. She then
slid over him and his nose slowly disappeared into a dark mat of pubic hair.
All that was now visible of the boy was a small wisp of his black hair now
mingling with Jabberbr's dark brown pubic hair. Satisfied he was firmly in
place she began working his nose around inside her.

"Ah, oh, this feel SOOO damn good. You shouldn't be so damn fussy. Ya got'ta
take your smothers were ya finds e'm. I've had many a young nose up my butt.
Hell, a lot a them younger than this." Jabberbar stated as she smoothed her
dress around herself.

Yena and the eccentric old lady talked for sometime. It seemed that a band of
Amazon raiders had recently swept through the farmland up ahead. They didn't
do much damage but concentrated on smothering every young male they could
find. Even small babies were not exempt from their smothering frenzy. By
stripping certain areas bare of young males they reduced the prospect of them
becoming warriors when they grew up, warriors that the Amazons would then face
in battle. By keeping the male population down to a more manageable level they
ensured their own survival.

Yena then excused herself and wished the old lady a good smother and moved on.
The thought of a whole vast area stripped clear of victims was frightening. It
was about mid noon when she came across two women arguing over a small boy.
Both of them were claiming him. It was quit a heated exchange that might
eventually lead to a fight. The women of this area, deprived of victims, would
soon get desperate - who knows what would happen then. Yena passed a field
where the rotting bodies of several dozen victims lay. She had to put a cloth
over her face to cover the stench. It was getting late in the day and she
hadn't seen one victim.

For the next two days she marched on - still no victims. By now her body was
virtually crying out for one. Things were getting desperate, just how big an
area did these Amazons devastate anyway? Why oh why hadn't she gone with the
Atlantians, she thought to herself.

Rounding a bend she almost stumbled into a young boy. He was even younger than
the old lady Jabberbar's victim. Yena was not going to hesitate but quickly
ushered him off the road.

It seemed like in no time at all she was sitting on his face, stroking his
nose up her butt in a reverse straddle smother. With each stroke she began to
feel her female needs satisfied. Aside from being young he was also very
frail. Yena had to be careful and not get carried away. With choice victims in
short supply she wanted this one to last a bit, to get the most out of him.
After two hours she decided to climb off the lad and look over just what she'd
captured.

He gasped for breath and coughed. His soft blonde curly hair was all matted
down. "Sorry about his." Yena said apolitically. He didn't say much then
looked up at her.

"You an Amazon? He asked rubbing his nose. He was terrified of them. He had
been playing with his brothers and sisters when the Amazons swept in. They
wore frightening masks, feathers and held long swords. Somehow he managed to
dive into a pile of hay. The boy watched from safety as they smothered his
brothers to death. Some of them then went into his house and drug out his
mother's victim to smother as well. She was begging and pleading to spare the
boy but they ignored her. Now, well satisfied, they grabbed his sisters to
take them away and raise them as Amazons. His mother tried to fight them but
was instantly killed by a sword thrust. He was now alone and subsisting as
best he could.

"Well you'll have a new home of sorts deep inside me." Yena said gently
stroking his hair. Holding back tears he nodded in agreement. About that time
a farm wagon approached. An old peasant women was driving it. Yena asked if
she could pay for a ride. With the exchange of a few coins Yena and her fresh
victim climbed onboard. Yena immediately noticed the body of a very young
victim stretched out underneath the old lady.

Yena then directed her young victim to lay down in the same position so she
could sit on his face while the cart bounced and bumped its way along. The old
lady handed Yena a large blanket. "Better cover him up good" she said pointing
to Yena's victim. "Them's scarce around her and lot'sa women gonna get REAL
excited over a cute one like that." She said.

The old lady then raised up slightly off her victim. "You want water or
something honey?" she asked looking down at him. The victim, as much as Yena
could see of him, had light brown hair and was about the same age as Yena's
captive. A small weak voice replied "no thank you." "Suit yourself," replied
the old women sitting back on his face. With Yena's victim safely concealed
under a blanket she sat securely on his face. The old wagon made a lurch and
moved forward. The motion of the cart constantly massaged the victims nose's
up inside the women created a most pleasing sensation.

After a few miles the road separated. The old women explained she was going to
the left and Athens lay to the right. Yena thanked her and helped her
exhausted victim off the cart. The lad was in a bad way so Yena decided to
kill him. She led him to a small grassy field and mounted him. The smother
didn't take long and soon she was back on he road.

Not far ahead five ordinary looking men blocked her path. Yena was nude and
carried no sword so she felt very vulnerable. Carefully she fingered the ring
given to her by Queen Antera. They didn't look threatening or particularly
dangerous. Maybe they were just fellow travelers on the way to Athens or local
peasants. Just to make sure she looked at the ring. To her horror it was
glowing bright red. They intended to kill her. This was crazy for they looked
innocent enough. What would she do, what if the ring was wrong? Yena didn't
want to murder innocent people. She had seen enough of Atlantian science to
know that the ring was not lying. No words had been spoken when Yena aimed her
ring at them and methodically fired blast after blast. The men didn't have a
chance. She aimed for their chest and sent them flying some 20 to 30 feet. It
was all over in seconds. Yena never gave them a second thought and resumed her
journey.

Mile after tedious mile stretched out in boring repetition. The she perked up
when she noticed many delicious young males about. At first just a few then
more and more. She was now out of the devastated area. While walking along she
noticed the bodies of three freshly smothered young males on the side of the
road. A women in her mid 40's was struggling with a heavy pack. She was nude.
A tall blonde with her hair piled high on her head - an Atlantian! She had two
girls with her, they were also nude and in their early teens. Evidently they
had just completed kills and were resuming their journey. Yena approached and
said "Hi." They looked at her with suspicion until they noticed her backpack
and Atlantian symbol burned into her right shoulder.

Their whole mode changed. To meet fellow Atlantian on a lonely stretch of
Greek highway was a heartwarming experience. Yena was about to broach the
subject of Atlantis when the women casually stated she couldn't wait to get
back to her home in Atlantis. Evidently she and her daughters hadn't heard. As
carefully as she could Yena told her the whole story. They all broke down
crying and screaming. Yena couldn't blame them. Their home, security, friends
and family was now gone, vanished from the face of the earth. They were now
trapped on this world and in an alien culture.

Yena told them of the merchant in Athens and her plans on setting up a Goltar
House. This seemed to liven up their spirits. Perhaps they could make a living
as a Goltar. The young girls were especially excited over such a prospect.
Then again they could find other Atlantian women and create a little of
Atlantis right there in Athens. Yena and her traveling companions walked on
until he came to a top of a small hill. Ancient Athens lay before them, and a
whole new adventure was about to unfold.

To Be Continued.