Diana, The Early Years




This story contains the terms boy, lad youth and such. In no way do they
denote any particular ages.

I felt a delicious wave of warmth sweep over my body. My overwhelming sensual
smothering experience was enhanced by my black leather custom smothering bed.
On a nearby shelf sat a wide assortment of various smothering oils. The oils
were designed to make the whole smothering affair as pleasurable as possible.
I was in a relaxed mood sitting atop my small victim. I looked down and could
barely make out the blonde curls of his hair intermingled with the profusion
of my dark brown pubic hair. I had been enjoying him for some time, massaging
his young nose around inside me.

My name is Diana. Now in my late 50's my life's travels have taken me many
places. I was once wined and dined by the rich and famous. The president even
presented an award to me when I achieved my 100,000th kill. Those were the
heady days. I even participated in the Golden Muscle Award contest. Blessed
with a magnificent body and full muscle development, even at an early age, I
dove whole heatedly in body building. Yet my second love, boy smothering, also
received my full attention.

Ah, what a wonderful life I led until financial ruin, betrayal by a friend; on
and on the disasters marched before me. Eventually I could take no more so now
I reside in Ward 4D. I have a pleasant life though, don't feel sorry for me.
They provide a most delicious assortment of young boys to satisfy my
smothering cravings. Also, I have a small workout area to maintain my muscular
physique. I closed my eyes to enjoy my victim. My mind then went back to my
first victim; my first kill.

I was a very young girl, though big for my age. I had the usual life of
friends, dolls, various games. My family (my mother and I) were dirt poor. No
father, he had been smothered long ago by a neighbor woman.

Though very young I had this yearning to stalk and smother someone. With each
passing year my yearnings grew until it became an obsession. Then one day I
saw him. He was in his mid teens, tall and handsome, with nice muscle
development. I dreamed of sitting on his handsome face. But how to change a
dream to reality? When I get determined I get determined.

First, through my school, I applied for and obtained a temporary smothering
permit. The official that presented me the license had a look of disbelief on
her face. Any physically fit female can obtain one and they have 3 months to
us it or it expires. Permanent permits are more difficult to obtain. There's a
fee, detailed physical, and actual smothering test. My permanent license would
have to wait.

It was commonly understood that most of the female population never smother or
did so only on an intermittent basis; something like .5%, and there kills
hardly make a dent in the overall population. I was happy and elated to be one
of the lucky few.

Everyday the cute boy would walk down a well worn trail through an open field
near our home. The trail connected with another group of homes and a few
stores; everyone used the trail. I watched him like a hawk, every movement of
his handsome body sent shivers up and down my spine. Then I noticed he
followed a well worn trail through a wooded area. That would be my ambush
point.

I went and planned my ambush site. There was rubbish all about from illegal
dumping. Even an old abandoned rusting car, now overgrown with brambles, was
part of the landscape. Then I noticed a small trail that led off the main
trail. Upon investigating I found an old mattress, empty beer cans and other
debris. It was obvious this site had been used in the past for parties. I
returned many times with plastic bags to clean up the site. This would be my
temporary smother nest I thought.

Once we passed each other on the trail. I almost fainted when I imagined his
handsome face under my grinding hips and his nose pressed full into my body. I
had to have him soon or I'd burst.

Finally everything was set. I ate a hearty breakfast and an early lunch. I
wore a real short colorful dress naturally without panties. I carried a small
bottle of smothering oil in a pocket. One of my friends stole some from her
mother. "She wouldn't miss it," she confided, "Mom buys the stuff by the
liter."

Perhaps my mother sensed what I was up to. I'm sure she caught me staring at
the handsome lad whenever he was on the path. My mother had smothered when she
was young and in college. There was even her old smothering bench in the
garage, gathering dust. She, like many women, developed other interests during
the intervening years.

"Mom, I'm gun'na meet with friends today, maybe the mall." I told her. She
just nodded and smiled. "Good luck." she said with a smile and patted me on
top of the head. I was sure she suspected I was up to something and that it
involved smothering.

I got to the ambush point a full half hour early. Everything was set. Two
noisy small boys walked by and smirked at me. I ignored them, I had better
prey to catch. Then, up ahead was my victim. His light brown hair glistened in
the sun. His shirt was open and exposed his handsome tanned chest. Just then a
wave of doubt came over me. How was I, just a young girl , going to bring him
down and smother him. I gulped then stood in the middle of the path. I spread
my legs apart with my hands on my hips and looked him square in the eyes.

"What the..." the lad said when he saw me. Somehow I managed to blurt out what
I'd rehearsed hundreds of time in front of my full length bedroom mirror, "I
want to smother you. You're my victim." He just stood there amazed.

"Huh," was all he managed to say. "You, you're just a little girl. Ha and
you're going to smother me!" He then began to laugh. This infuriated me. I
grabbed his wrist and tried to pull him down. He was laughing so hard and not
paying attention that he fell over. I had planned out many things but this
part of the ambush was the lest thought through. Luck was with me and he
tripped and fell over a small log. We landed on the ground together.

I was desperate, I just had a few seconds to act. He was no doubt surprised at
my speed when I quickly wrapped my legs around his head and locked my ankles.
There he lay, stretched out in front of me trying to pry my entwined legs off
his head.

I squeezed with all my might. I had to act quickly, to weaken him. This was
another part of the ambush where youthful enthusiasm overcame cold hard
planning. I squeezed three times real hard, on the third squeeze I noticed his
struggling ceased and he just lay there. I was relieved because I didn't have
the energy for another fierce squeeze. I had him now.

Acting quickly I unwrapped my legs. He immediately gasped for air and tried to
sit up. I then led him by the hand to my special place in the woods. He was
still disoriented and bumped into several branches along the way. I
immediately pushed him flat onto the mattress. He looked up at me bewildered.
This was the moment I'd dreamed of, planned for, and obsessed about for the
last 6 months.

I sat on his handsome shoulders, spread my legs wide, so wide it hurt, then
slid forward, forcing his nose right up tight into my previously well oiled
vagina. There was an immediate sensation of red hot pleasure overwhelming me.
I lost my breath for a moment. I wanted to scream but instead just sat there
enjoying this moment of pure ecstasy.

I then began grinding my hips down in a circular manner, massaging his nose
all around inside of me. It was then I realized this handsome lad would
probably be only the first of many hundreds, perhaps thousands of victims.

I had him, here we were alone together, hidden from prying eyes, just the two
of us. I could see people coming and going on the path. Little did they know
that, just a few meters away I sat proudly on my first victim, me a young girl
atop my victim, a handsome lad at least 5 years older than I. Furiously I
pressed down my hips without mercy.

Once I stopped and hiked up my dress. He blinked and his brown eyes looked up
at me. They were wide, as if in shock. Evidently he'd underestimated the
determination of a small girl such as myself. The youth then did something
unexpected, he winked at me. I smiled and winked back. I felt a bit
embarrassed, sitting on him with his nose up inside my naked body. Carefully I
pulled my dress back down over him. I then continued my furious smothering.

After what was probably an hour I decided to change positions and stroke his
nose up my butt. Besides I needed a brake as my pussy was getting sore. I had
no idea how awake he was, he might suddenly get up and run away. Quickly I
rose off him. I had just a second to glance down. He looked exhausted, his
handsome face was covered in sweat and soft brown hair all matted down.

I then remounted him, sitting on his face, facing his feet. I ripped his shirt
away so's to see his handsome tanned chest rising and falling before me. I
couldn't help to notice he had a large erection and his jeans were bulging
almost to the breaking point. His nose felt so delicious while I tracked it
along the crack of my ass. This was a most perfect position except for one
thing.

I had my back to the path. People, mostly neighborhood kids, were going back
and forth on it all of the time. I could easily hear them but I could only
catch brief glimpses of them moving between the trees. I didn't want to be
discovered, I enjoyed the secretiveness of it all. Me and my victim, hidden
from view while I had my way with him, no one to watch. Once again I continued
to smother him at a furious pace. Then, quit unexpectedly he tapped me on the
leg.

Maybe this was some trick. Slowly I rose my butt off his face, just a
centimeter or so. He gasped, "I got'ta take a piss," he gasped.. This was a
dilemma and another thing I hadn't planned for. If I let him up he would catch
his breath and stumble to freedom, after all I was killing him. Yet if I
didn't let him up my delicious smother might be marred by some nasty bodily
functions. I decided to trust him and let him up.

He stood and staggered about for a few seconds. "I'll be right back," he
stammered. Then the lad wondered off into the brush. I waited patiently for
what seemed an eternity (actually it was only a few minutes). I was sexually
aroused and wanted his nose back deep inside me. To my great pleasure he
returned, even laying back down on the mattress. While he was gone the traffic
on the path turned into an outright traffic jam. About a dozen youth, all in
soccer uniforms went noisily by. One suggested they sneak off to have some
weed.

My little secret hideaway might be compromised at any time so I vowed to
finish my handsome victim as quickly as I could. I was just about ready to
swing back over, on top him when I noticed him looking around. He glanced up
at the sky, perhaps saying a prayer. He probably figured this was the last
time he'd get to see the outside world.

I was nervous and waned his nose back up my butt where it belonged. I quickly
remounted him and began to grind down hard. I kept at it hard and fast for
some time. Just then, to my right was a soccer ball. There were shouts from
youth on the path. "Damn!" I muttered. I raised

up off my victim's face just barely enough to reach the ball. I tossed it
through an opening in the trees. Seconds later one of them shouted, "it's
here."

I then returned to my deadly task. I could feel him weakening. Some time's I'd
stop grinding down and just press down furiously and sit there. During one of
these quiet moments my best friends went by. They were all giggling; which was
nothing out of the ordinary. One mentioned my name and told of my secret
desire t make a kill. Thy laughed, saying I didn't have it in me both
physically and emotionally. "Ha," I wanted to scream out, "look at me now." I
kept quiet though, this would be my little secret.

Not long after that my victim seemed to convulse; his body twitched and jerked
under me. I was almost thrown off. Then he lay still. I stayed on him for a
full two minutes then rose up. He looked peaceful in death. I was elated, "my
first kill!"

I was sore all over and it was getting near dinner time so I slunk away,
hoping no one would see me. I was a mess and went right to the bathroom to
freshen up. From there I made a secret call to the Body Recovery people and
gave the location of my first kill. The lady said she'd send me a certificate
with the name, date, etc of my kill. I told her I'd pick it up in person some
time.

I sat on my bed for a bit. I had done it, made my first kill - wow! But boy
was I sore.

I was extremely elated over my first kill and soon word of my accomplishment
spread. A few of the guys that normally wouldn't have given me the time of day
began to flirt with me. A cheerleader even asked if I'd like to try out for
the squad that coming fall. This was all fun and great but I soon got a
craving for another victim. The yearning or hunger began deep inside me, deep
in my vagina. I knew then and there I would always crave a victim to smother.
It wasn't some passing fad as it often was for some girls. I had the "HUNGER"
and I needed more just like some drug addict.

One day my aunt made a call. She had her son with her home for the summer from
college. It had been a real hot summer so far, every day a boiler and today
was no different. Having guests of any sort wasn't a fun thought. We weren't
rich; just barely eking along. Our only relief, if you can call it that, were
two old slow turning fans that both mad thunk thunk noises day or night. We
were both afraid they might die at any moment.

My interests were perked when I looked over the young man. He was tall, much
taller than myself. His chest was wide and he had great muscle development. He
had a cute twinkle in his eyes and had soft brown hair that was worn a bit
long even curling on his neck. The more I looked him over the more I wanted -
no - NEEDED him. There was a good 10 years age difference. It didn't matter I
had to have his nose residing deep inside me.

It had been an amiable visit, Jeff, the college boy, ignored me, or at best
called me squirt. Dinner had just started when I brazenly blurted out I wanted
to smother him. All conversation stopped. This was a serious matter and all
eyes were on me. My aunt laughed and thought I was joking but her mood changed
when I presented her my license and death certificate of my first kill. Jeff
sat there in shock. How could I, a mere wisp of a girl, smother to death a
young man?

My brazen demand put a damper on an otherwise pleasant visit. My aunt and my
mother retired to the living room for a serious talk. Later, when it was time
for Aunt Jean to leave, she hugged and kissed her son profusely. She wasn't
sure of my smothering prowess and thought that I might just be able to smother
her handsome son to death. There was a bit of an awkward moment when Jeff and
I just stood there. Finally I got the courage up and directed him to my
bedroom. He obeyed, he had no choice in the matter.

Once in my bedroom he calmly took of his shirt and laid on the bed. I was
extremely nervous and self conscious when I stripped in front of him. I felt
his eyes looking me over, every inch of my naked body. My courage was restored
when he gave he a broad smile and said, "nice." I did have a decent body, way
over developed for my age but deep inside I was still a young girl. Now
stripped naked I sat on his heaving chest and framed his handsome face between
my thighs. I spread my legs wide, real wide, so much that it hurt and slid
forward. I felt his nose slide deep inside of me. I almost passed out from the
pleasure.

Finally positioned I began grinding down, massaging his nose all around inside
of me. It kept it up for several hours. My mother came into the room to check
on me. It seamed my aunt was extremely upset and went home early. I slid off
Jeff. He blinked up at into the light and gave my mother and I a toothy smile.
I kept on him well into the night. I repositioned him for a 69 and laid on his
face, sleeping on him all night.

While in the 69 position, deep in the night I pulled his pants down and began
sucking on his erection. My mom would be so mad if she caught me doing this.
It was all great fun so far. Early the next morning we all ate breakfast
together. I gulped my food down and was soon mounted atop him, grinding away.
He was a big strapping lad and I knew the kill might take several days,
perhaps a week. I just had to wear him down that was all. Furiously hour after
hour I stroked his nose either up my butt or inside my very wet vagina. I had
a decent set of tits and thought I'd try a breast smother on him.

I laid down atop him and felt his heaving sweaty chest under me. Carefully I
inserted my right tit into his mouth. Just then my mother walked in. Jeff and
I looked over at her. It must have been a comical sight with me laying on top
him with my tit halfway in his open mouth. She went to say something but just
blurted out laughing. I heard her laughing all the way down the hallway.

She returned later while I was vigorously breast smothering Jeff and showed me
a small metal dust covered box. I stayed on Jeff, keeping my tit in his mouth
and looked it over. It startled me a bit when I looked inside. It was my
mothers old torture kit. There were a number of well used scalpel like knives,
wicked pincer type things and a few items I didn't even dare to guess what
they did. Deep in my smother frenzy I'd forgotten that women could, if they
desired, torture there victims. The only rule was that the victim had to die
from the smother or head scissors and not by torture. I had never guessed my
mother had been into the torturing aspects of smothering. I didn't want to
sound like some sissy and I asked my mom if she would clean them up for me.
She seemed pleased that I was considering them. In reality I was having
tremendous fun just smothering my victims. Torture, screaming, blood and all
that just didn't appeal to me - yet!

Later in the day, after some furious reverse straddle smothering I decided to
pull Jeff's pants down and straddle his hips, inserting his fully developed
erection up inside me. My mom might not like this much and probably disapprove
but I was determined. Jeff was enjoying both me and a break from my deadly
smothering.

About an hour later my mother came in the room. She went to say something but
just sighed and placed the now cleaned up torture kit on my night stand.
Jeff's eye grew wide when I casually opened it.

I pulled out a small scalpel and looked it over. "No please," he begged. A
begging victim was music to my ears. Carefully I put the blade on his chest.
He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. Somehow I gathered my courage and
began to make a shallow in-cession. Jeff let out a scream of pain. I continued
with my cutting. Blood was beginning to flow. Gaining more confidence I dug
deeper. The lad let out some more ear piercing screams but made to move to
stop me. The pain made him press his erection deep inside me, a most delicious
feeling.

I held the scalpel in place, with the blade well in him and made no move to
pull it free. "No please. Take it out," he begged. I just smiled back at him.
My mother came in. She was quit pleased to see me torturing young Jeff. She
then gave me some pointers on how to skin him if I was so inclined. Jeff's
eyes opened wide at the prospect of getting skinned. I kept my blade in him
for over an hour and finally let up when it was time for dinner.

My mother was in a good mode. Though exhausted I was pretty happy myself.
Jeff, on the other hand was tired and bleeding from several long cuts on his
chest. Mom and I patched him up a bit. In no time at all I was back on him. I
put the torture kit away for now. It was fun but my true pleasure was a good
old fashioned smother.

It was on the fourth day while 69ing Jeff that I felt the first signs of
actually making some headway. I felt him weakening under me. My constant
smothering was finally wearing him down. With renewed vigor I pressed down,
working his nose deeper and deeper in my vagina. His handsome chest heaved,
and his muscular body jerked under me. Later, I got up to make a quick run to
the bathroom.

Jeff was exhausted. He just lay still gasping for air like a fish out of
water. Usually he'd have something to say to me, either a joke or compliment
me on my smothering technique. Now all he did was lay there, his eyes wide and
take in short breaths of air. My mother noticed Jeff weakening as well. She
gave me a friendly hug and said, "I wasn't sure you could do it but, great
job, great job so far."

I quickly remounted him for a reverse straddle smother. Usually I'd track his
nose along my butt crack but this time I pushed it up my vagina. He
immediately struggled against me. Jeff was now in such a weakened state that
his struggles were as weak as that of a small child. Hour after grueling hour
I kept at it. My female neither regions were extremely sore, but in a pleasant
way. While grinding away on him my mother came into the room. In the position
I was in, reverse straddle smother, my mother could see a portion of his face,
in particular his eyes. She motioned for me to get off him.

I had him where I wanted him and sure didn't want Jeff to get his breath back.
My mother had a serious look in her eyes so I climbed off. He lay still,
exhausted. My mother asked him in a careful measured tone what he wanted for
dinner. In all actuality his last meal. He gasped and spit out a few of my
pubic hairs, "pizza, the works." He stammered. Later, while eating the pizza
no one hardly spoke. Jeff, under normal circumstances, being a strapping young
man, could probably eaten the whole pizza himself yet he only ate two pieces.

During my prior smothering of the young man a lighthearted banter had
developed between us. Now the mood was serious; I would kill him soon. Moving
slowly he climbed up on the bed. I positioned him for a 69 smother. So far my
favorite position. He looked around a bit and went to say something but it was
muffled when I settled down on his upturned face and wiggled my hips a bit,
working his nose into me.

I began some fierce "deep grinding" as it is called. My back was arched and I
pressed down so hard it hurt. There was no finessing, no attempt at erotic
pleasure just brute power directed at my helpless victim. My constant
smothering had achieved its effect. Jeff, though a strapping young lad, could
hardly resist me. I had my way with him and pressed down without mercy. Then,
after two hours of this, at the height of a magnificent orgasm, he died. Jeff
succumb with two rather gentle jerks. I stayed on him a bit longer to make
sure.

He was a big lad so my mother helped me drag him out the front door for
pickup. The Body Recovery people were highly efficient and he was whisked away
within a half hour. I leaned back on the davenport to relax. He had been a
delicious yet difficult kill. I decided to concentrate on smothering small
boys from now on. I had selected Jeff to prove I could do it and I did!

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