The strength of a woman
by Barbunny
Now who really is stronger? the male or the female? 


She opened the door, stepped into the interrogation room, and there he was.
His hands were up in the air, tied above his head to ropes suspending from the
ceiling, a look of astonishment in his eyes as he saw her. The warden had told
her that this time, it's not gonna be so easy. This interrogation has to
extract the names of the three accomplices to the brutal rape that occurred
last night, and when no other method succeeded, they had to turn to their
ultimate weapon. Her huge butt. It was always the same. When all other means
provided unsatisfactory answers, they had to take full advantage of her
massive butt. A butt that was designed to elicit more favorable responses from
male inmates. Nancy looked at him, standing there with his hands bound in the
air, noticing that he could not look at her face. His eyes were focused on her
muscular, naked body, staring at her huge thighs as he was quivering with
anticipation and awe.

Nancy casually climbed the interrogation steps that led to the ropes above his
head, watching his widening eyes as the realization sank in, as the sudden
cognizance of what's about to occur took precedence. She took her regular
place, about a foot over his expendable head, spreading her enormous thighs
for him to inspect, seeing the alarm beginning to form in his eyes, as the
escalating sense of danger spread over his face.

"Let me introduce the new prison talents to you, Timothy. Now tell me, do you
respect these? Do you revere those violent talents?" said Antonio, the warden,
as he was scaling the same steps after Nancy, standing behind her, peering
into his eyes. Timothy's mind was troubled with the presumable awesome power
in Nancy's thighs, thighs that could easily engulf his whole world in a
head-on collision. Though a head-between collision would be more proper in
that kind of situation. "And I certainly don't mean those," continued Antonio,
forcefully pounding on her tremendous thighs, not even able to cause them to
budge an inch, as she was flexing those mighty organs of hers for the both of
them to revere and admire.

"Well," said Antonio, gently pushing Nancy's gigantic thighs around, signaling
her to turn around, so the real jail weapon would be presented in front of
Timothy in all its dangerous glory. And then he understood. Looking up at the
most egregious, the most outrageous ass he had ever seen, Timothy realized the
actual danger looming above him. The frightening proximity to that mammoth
female butt made his blood pressure rising, as he could only imagine what the
pressure generated by that kind of behind would do to his blood. "Do you
respect that?" asked Antonio, throwing his hands around Nancy's thick thighs
so that he would be able to reach her immense butt, kneeling in front of her
as she was still standing naked above Antonio. Accepting the fact that he
could not easily reach her massive ass from the front, Antonio pressed his
face right onto her nude crotch, jamming his head in her genitalia, so that he
would be able to slap those proud cheeks with his hands.

Nancy smiled to herself, looking down at the kneeling warden before her, as
she proudly tensed her ass muscles, allowing her ample behind to function as a
complete autonomous section of her body. She closed her eyes, remembering the
first time she entered the prison several months ago for the interview,
seeking the job, her picture-perfect ass gracefully protruding from her body.
"Nice ass, lady," Antonio had said to her as she came to his office, walking
past him to a chair, feeling him affectionately patting her on the butt. He
must have been thinking she was trying to smuggle two basketballs in her
skirt, so large were her orbs. He was so amazed at the firmness, at the
solidity of her giant bottom that he did not see it coming. It happened so
fast, there was no way he could have done anything, even if he had the
capability to. Nancy had simply thrown him on the chair, his astonished face
up, his vision slowly became blurred as she simply lifted her wide skirt and
sat on him, the broad expanse of her bare behind settling on his head. How
could that be? Where did she find the audacity to...

Every thought in the back of his mind was squeezed out of him, as the back of
his mind was getting closer to his face, literally! He could not believe what
was happening. As those ample ass-cheeks engulfed his head, it became hard for
him to hear anything, while the unheard-of pressure levels of her plentiful
ass crushed the doubts out of him, as to whether to hire that violent
candidate for the job. He had to stop this travesty one way or the other, he
had to try and get her to listen to him, he had to reach her on neutral
ground, but there was no way, for no ground would be neutral to such an
enormous female butt. How in her big bottom's name could she be so casual
about placing her unclothed behind on his face, depriving him of the precious,
priceless commodity his lungs were asking for, otherwise known simply as air?
He knew all too well the chances of escape were slim, as the butt-pressure
ruled it out, while ruling his face in, in between the muscular, impenetrable
cheeks.

Beginning to really panic down there under her bountiful bottom, he knew he
had to execute the responsibility to control his employees. Although the only
execution that was about to take place in his own office, somehow involved his
head and Nancy's immense behind. She obviously could, on the spur of the
moment, on the flex of the butt, slaughter him right then and there, if she
only wanted to, and it would seem like a standard procedure to an experienced
ass such as hers. Antonio started to forcefully pound on her thick thighs with
his fists, he began to try and lift her bulky rump from his squashed face with
all his might, his resistance a pale joke in comparison to the real female
power that was comfortably seated on his head. He knew that if he were going
to get out of this alive, nothing would be the same again. He knew that
looking at big female butts in malls from now on will certainly become second
nature to him, wondering what possibly those bottoms could do to him. He knew
that his face and Nancy's gigantic ass would definitely develop a certain
conversational tradition, as she will smother him whenever she felt like it.
And then, all of a sudden, she lifted her behind from his face a few inches,
saying, "do you have something more intelligent to say, Mr. Warden?" she had
such a sweet, feminine voice, Antonio could not believe how strong could she
be, what power could that immense ass prove to display. He wanted to say that
he actually needed a mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, but he was afraid that kind
of remark would only lead to a butt-to-face suffocation. A case in point would
soon become a head in ass. And a huge, female ass, for that matter.

"I want you to take a good look at what's in front of your eyes, Mr. Warden,"
Nancy said, leaving her colossal ass hovering inches from his face. "If you
really want to have a peaceful retirement, you better try and please me when I
lower that bottom on you again, or else..." Antonio reached for her huge
globes above his face, feeling their power, savoring their enormity. "I'll do
my best, I promise." Hearing that response, Nancy slowly lowered her silky ass
onto his face, feeling her skin arriving at his nose, smoothly wriggling her
unrelenting behind around the length of his face and neck, threateningly
adding, "you better do that. Cause if your best is not good enough, you'll
have no retirement, peaceful or otherwise, capisce? And I trust that looking
at ass like mine, you probably know what I mean. So hang in there, Mr. Warden,
cause here we go again. And by the way, you have a nice face, too." Antonio
winced with horror and consternation, as he knew imitation was the highest
form of flattery. Feeling Nancy's heavy butt bearing down on him further, he
accepted the fact that he was soon to be flattered to death.

He felt the real danger to his own life, when Nancy started to shift her full
weight on his gasping face, thoughtfully muffling any kind of resistance on
his part. It was awful. It was traumatic. It was cat-ass-trophic. He began to
think about the true meaning of words like jail, lockup, state penitentiary,
as he felt his world being incarcerated by that huge feminine rear end. He
started to ponder the correct meaning of words like ass-confinement,
butt-imprisonment, placing someone under arrest, as he felt his squashed face
arrested under the exposed arse of that Nancy. 'Justice may be slow, but it
still works' was what he used to tell his inmates all the time. But right now,
that kind of foolish wisdom took on a whole new meaning, as the frightening
ass-pressure Nancy administered was well under way, slowly allowing Antonio to
feel the hard evidence of her womanly butt contracting his bruised face. If
only I could convince her to take the job, he thought to himself as she
powered her huge bottom deeper and deeper onto his wedged head, If only I
could convince her to stay, there would certainly be no irregularities in my
prison under such a terrible, horrifying behind. She could unquestionably get
what he wants from his male inmates the old fashioned way, by simply sitting
on their heads with the full burden of her sheer weight, a move that would
prove deadly to anyone who'd be brave enough to question her imperious
expertise.

But all that hardly mattered now, as Antonio feared for his own life, focusing
his attention on Nancy's homicidal female bottom, while her bottom focused on
his poor face, securing all facial features hard into her tremendous ass. He
feared that butt could soon cause the known bubble-burst mechanism to take
place at his head, as the face-reshaping continued, as the skull-remodeling
went on. There should be a general warning on asses like that, he thought to
himself, much like the ones on packs of cigarettes. 'Last words to family
members should be prepared before the final crush', 'you should not be afraid
of death itself, but rather of the process of dying', and, the most important
of all, 'copies of the death certificate will be sent to family and friends,
cause of death certainly included'. He felt it was really about to be over, it
was time to grasp at straws, the only straws around were the huge, meaty
thighs of that murderous woman, seated on his fragile head. He began counting
the seconds until the very end, as if reciting the number of shopping days
left until Christmas. No rabbit will be pulled out of a hat in the last
moment, no head will be pulled from under ass, as he sensed the closing
ass-cheeks squeezing as if they were fastening a final nail in the coffin. He
knew the clock was ticking, he knew the ass was clasping, he knew he was laid
to rest, literally, under the awesome pressure of a simple part of the woman's
anatomy, her butt. In a matter of seconds, he's gonna be history. No judicial
pleas are allowed here, all appeals have been exhausted this time, the only
court motion now is Nancy's butt motion on his flattened face. And then,
without notice, it happened. In a one swift, unthinkable motion...

Nancy opened her eyes, looking down at the prostrate warden kneeling at her
thighs, his face wedged onto her naked crotch. Suddenly she realized that
during all those long dreaming minutes, Antonio was pounding on her flexed
behind with his clenched fists, mashing his face into her crotch in the
process. She patted his head lightly, signaling him to stand up, so that she
would be able to begin with the interrogation. Looking over her shoulder into
Timothy's eyes, she saw it. It certainly was there. The fear, the
consternation, the terror in his eyes said it all. He concentrated on her
colossal bottom, eventually grasping what was about to happen. It was so
evident, so inevitable, the moment that piece of titanic female ass will land
on his defenseless neck...

"I've got my rights," Timothy whispered, knowing that it would only be minutes
now, before the looming butt above him will come down on him, effortlessly
breaking his neck in the process. He felt that being too impudent right now
with such a terrific posterior, could prove to be a fatal mistake that
undoubtedly would cost him his own life. But he nevertheless had to try and
exercise his constitutional rights. Antonio looked at Timothy's trembling face
through the opening in Nancy's imposing thighs, what is known as simply 'the
spread' in financial circles, politely smiling, amused by the assertion.
"That's right, Timothy," Antonio answered, aware of the fact that Timothy
wasn't looking at him at all. His gaze was captured at Nancy's threatening
arse. "That's true, you've got your rights. But as I see the obvious
circumstances looming over your head, the only right you've got now is the
right to be squeezed, the right to be crushed, smothered under the violent
surface of the most precious, the most delightful part of our facility.
Nancy's ass".

"But I really don't think that's fair," continued Timothy, suddenly realizing
that he really had his rights, and he was going to demand them no matter what.
He pulled at the ropes, looking at his watch, as though he unexpectedly had to
catch a plane, as if no immediate danger was unmistakably hovering above him,
threatening to shatter his prone face. "I want to smoke. That's one of the
basic rights of inmates, but I forgot my cigarettes," Timothy lowered his
voice, gaping at the enormous ass that floated above him like a badge waved by
a cop, "I guess it's a good time to quit."

"You can ask the guys on the Row, waiting for their death in between Nancy's
courageous thighs. You see, she has carried out more executions than she cares
to remember. They have their rights, too. Each one is entitled to 'an hour
under', as they fondly like to call it, when they are put under that immense
ass you can see now, smothered to blankness in this tiny corner of the world,
waiting to die between a thighful of thick meat. They all know that when
they'll be privileged enough to be placed in between her tremendous thighs for
the grand finale, it's practically over for them. They all know that crossing
those huge calves is worse than facing a cross-examination. Well, Timmy boy,
here, at the interrogation section, we strongly believe that we have found the
right mixture between truth and feminine strength. You see, we know that
ass-mothering is more reliable than extracting confessions, face-flattening is
more convincing than sworn testimony, neck-breaking is more unfailing than
written affidavits. We even do some pro-bono squeezing, too." Antonio looked
up at Nancy, her arms folded across her broad breasts, as she smiled to
herself, knowing she was considered to be the main reason Antonio's Texas
Department of Corrections' prison in Dallas was known as the safest Maximum
Security jail in the country. It was her terrifying, tremendous lower body
that was responsible to that awesome reputation.

"Now I'd advise you to open your mouth, and give us the names of the three
accomplices that helped you last night. And don't make me second-guess you, or
I'll have to ask Nancy to second-squeeze you, and we both know it won't be
pleasant, don't we?" said Antonio, affectionately patting Nancy's muscular
inner thighs with both hands, glancing into her eyes, adding, "I know it's a
tough job, Nancy, but somebody has to do it."

And then it happened. Nancy went backward a few inches, moving to the edge of
the last step. Looking straight at Antonio's face, she began her famous slow
toe raises. Antonio smiled to himself, knowing exactly how it looked from the
other side. He saw it so many times, and now it was time for this rapist,
Timothy, to witness the murderous force in her feminine ass. An ass, Antonio
knew, that hasn't suffered from malnutrition lately, with all those male heads
it swallows daily as food. Not food for thought, but rather food for
smothering.

And then, without notice, it happened. In a one swift, unthinkable motion,
Nancy...

End of part two. Part three is in the smothering. And I hope this is up to
your squeezing expectations, my friend. Your face better believe it. Now lets
imagine for a moment, dear reader. Lets play the what-if game. What if your
wife or girlfriend had such an ass, such a pair of thighs... what if she was
much, but much stronger than you... So why imagine? You already know barbunny
can create them for you. Custom-made ass-stories, much like that one, are
available at barbunny3111@yahoo.com - just tell me what you like, and I'll
tailor a story.