The National Squeeze Association
by barbunny3111@yahoo.com 
a man's death wish is taken too far when a pair of feminine muscular thighs lift him and squeeze him to the point of...  part two

"I hope you are still able to enjoy this, cause we are
getting to the most difficult part of our session, so
I need to concentrate now, sweetie " she declared,
raising her legs slowly and carefully, his head is
stuck between them, his nose is securely pressed into
her crotch, his body follows the motion. 

"My most loved customer calls this a facelift. He
likes it when I lift his face with my thighs the way I
lift yours. I try not to squeeze too hard now, but
there has to be a certain level of pressure, in order
for my titanic thighs not to lose you in the process."
She said, continuing to raise her formidable legs with
his head inside, feminingly knowing he's got no chance
trying to prise apart those awesome squashers of her.
They all try so hard, those stupid customers, when
they realize she starts to open fire with her legs.
She calls it to CLOSE fire ...  those omnivorous legs of
her, clamping down on her prey, or rather clamping up,
their heads are lifted, followed by their whole body,
only by the strength of her dramatically powerful
thighs. 

"I like to keep my customers informed as to what's
happening while they're in there. So I'll try to put
it bluntly. Your head is proud to be between my flexed
thighs, you are gasping for air not because that's The
breath deprivation squeeze, but because I have to
exert a minimum force to keep your weight uplifted. I
have a strange felling I know you from somewhere, but
lets get on with my thighs appeal. Your nose will soon
understand why it's the sensual squeeze, my solid legs
are now practically vertical, you feel a bit dizzy,
but please don't pass out yet. We will both enjoy your
nosejob, the sensual job your nose will do on my
private parts."

With that, Beth swiftly pointed her toes to the
ceiling, the same way she did when her legs were
horizontal, her terribly strong adductors hitting both
sides of his face, sending his nose right into her
waiting, knowing crotch. Only this time she didn't
release his nose so fast. She tensed her trained
thighs, her unbelievably burly inner thighs keeping
his cheeks in place, all the while her body, and most
of his, are being held up in the air by her supporting
arms. And then he realized what The sensual squeeze
meant. She began gyrating her legs around his
miserable, now-there's-no-way-out head, up and down,
down and up, his nose unwillingly penetrating her
body, his hands ineffectually trying to open up those
head-wrappers. He knew exactly what's happening, and
what is going to happen soon, and he hated her for
telling him this out loud, step by step, squeeze by
squeeze, toes-curl by toes-curl. 

"I am grinding your skull now, my toes are still
pointed toward the ceiling, you have nowhere to
escape, sweetheart, you can only wish the damage won't
be as horrible as my thigh are capable of. That's the
only way I can become satisfy without touching myself.
My crotch is using your nose because it can ... " Beth
said, breathing heavily, keeping the excruciating
pressure on. She began moving both of her legs from
side to side, the male head that happened to be
between them is without-no-choice moving with them,
her whole body is jerking, the only thing not moving
in the room are her supportive arms. 

"I hope you stay up with us, honey, cause we're
getting close to the peak. I want to tell you my real
name, cause I think I know who you are. I am Bri ...  oh
no, no, please, it's happening, I have no control over
my thighs, prepare yourself for the flowing estuary,
I'm sorry ... " Beth said, bringing her upward-legs back
to point at the ceiling, then violently bending her
toes toward the ceiling again, a motion that caused
his thighed nose to nosedive into her accommodating
opening, only this time she brought her toes back
immediately, and pointed them back, sending his
pulverized being in and out, himself hearing cries of
joy in the distance ... 
         
"You took the sensual, didn't you?" the doctor asked
Jerry. He was lying in bed, his sore head is severely
injured from all sides, the feeling of female thighs
is still enveloping his vision. He saw around 20 men
lying in the beds next to him. They all had some
bandages around their noses. 'Could it possibly be?'
he thought to himself, till he saw the sign:
'Casualties of the NSA Department'.  He vaguely saw
the doctor smiling at him. "I can see she didn't go
hard on you. I can tell it's Beth, by the fracture
lines on your face. I've told her not to use the
'uplifting sensual' so often, we just can't handle so
many National Squeeze Association patients.
Personally, I like the breath deprivation squeeze much
better. Not too many injuries there. Anyway, you need
a two-week recuperating period and you'll be fine.
They left you a message in your drawer. Good night"  

Jerry opened the letter. "The National Squeeze
Association is proud to be your squeeze of choice. We
hope you still have the desire to be crushed by our
ruling assortment of thighs, and that at least we
haven't squeezed that out of you. Nevertheless, we are
sorry, but the to-death squeeze is under the authority
of the district attorney. That's a sort of capital
punishment reserved for the rapists. It's not for
sale. The chairman of The House Squeeze Subcommittee
is regulating the to-death squeeze procedures. Only
the NSA has the means and the thighs to execute men
this way. The state came to the conclusion that it's
the only way our society can bring the perpetrator
back to the crime scene, literally. He is going to
die, slowly that is, in the very same location he has
committed the rape. We got the idea for this from the
Japanese, but they use the female thighs as a
guillotine, and the NSA gradually and slowly squeeze
the life out of the rapist. No standing trial, no
hearings, no prisons, No correctional centers. Only a
girl squeezing a man to death. It is as simple as
that. The offender becomes the victim ... 
 We hope to squeeze you around some more in the
crushable future. We STRONGLY recommend the gradual
squeeze. You'll have to feel the thigh, in order to
know why ... 
Sinsqueezely yours, The NSA"  

Jerry was devastated. He would not have imagined he
could rape a girl. Never. But he had to. It would be
the ultimate sacrifice. To rape a woman, only in order
to then be on a death row, waiting to be squeezed to
death between a pair of female thighs. The thighs of
the same gender he raped only to earn his way to
higher lives. Liver where the female thighs get the
respect they deserve. And maybe it is Britney ...  maybe
she is the one who kills the rapists. It would be
interesting to feel her thighs for the first time,
though under those circumstances, it's going to be
also the last. The last feel of thighs. The last feel
of anything. A sacrifice. A noble one. 

The door was opened. The lights went off as soon as he
entered the apartment. He looked inside the bedroom
and saw her taking her cloths off. It was dark, he
could only see her shadow.
"Sorry to bother you, but I need to have some work
done here" Jerry said, waiting to hear her screaming,
calling for help, the neighbors calling 911 and the
cops come in while he rapes her.
"Go on, my dear, I'm listening" she whispered,
continuing to take off her skirt.
"I am going to rape you now. You would not believe
this, but I am doing it for the sake of you. Not you
personally, that is, but your gender. It's a long
story, and we don't have much time, so why don't you
just call the police already, and we can get on with
it." He said, amazed to see her, not panicking, not
shouting, just sitting on the bed, waiting.
"Please don't, honey. I beg you. You'll be sorry for
that later. Please don't rape me. Please don't make me
call 911. I'm only a woman. Please" she whispered.
"Listen you, lady, you have no idea what's on my mind.
We have no time. It's not negotiable. If you only knew
why I am doing this, if you only knew how I got here,
a long chatroom relationship ...  someone called Britney ... 
she has a funny way of making a living ...  I ran out of
the hospital ...  all of that doesn't matter right now." 
"O.K. then, but at least let's make it on my terms. Do
you see the big table over there?" she whispered,
pointing to a large table in the other side of the
room. "Just follow me". She went to the table, sitting
on its edge, her thighs wide open. Jerry was
flabbergasted to see her composure, her equanimity,
seconds before he was about to penetrate her world.
She motioned him to come along and stand between her
thighs. He thought her voice sounds familiar, but who
cares now, he came to the edge of the table, standing
between her thighs, preparing himself for the rape.
"I want you to put your hands on my thighs now, baby"
that was the first time she spoke, not whispering.
His mind tried to remember where does he know her
from, he put his hands on her thighs, and then he felt
it. It all came back to him. His hands were so puny
compared to her enormous thighs. It was obvious why
she wasn't afraid of him. If anything, it was he, who
should have been afraid of her thighs. He started to
feel them around. The smooth skin, stretched tight
over the sea of muscles, that were standing out of her
thighs, as if they had their own entity. They were
sculpted like marble, so big and muscular, it felt
like they were making fun of the discrepancy between
his hands and their enormity. He could only dream
about raping her now.  
"I have some good news and some bad ones," she said,
flexing her thighs, for the first time since he came
to stand in between them. "The good news is I am Beth,
and as you can feel, you are not going to rape me
tonight." She said, turning on the lights with the
remote, knowingly, expectantly smiling into his eyes,
devouring his fear, before devouring his body. "The
bad news is my real name is Britney ...  Now what were you
saying about not having much time, my darling? I think
we have the whole night only for us, the thighs that
are going to imprison you soon, to eat you alive, and
oh boy, I am gonna enjoy this so much" she said,
tensing her legs, which were still bent at the knee,
her calves and feet dangling down from the table to
both sides of his body, her thighs going up and down
with his hands on top of them, following their motion.

"To tell you the truth" she continued, "I was waiting
for this for a long time. I am the executioner of the
to-death squeeze, as well as the sensual one. Problem
is I have to apply the pressure only to the head of
the rapist. Not too much space for maneuvers and
imagination there. The district attorney doesn't allow
me to body-kill convicts, after I've shown him a
squeeze-sample. But now we both going to witness the
explosive thighs-stomach liaison." She said, starting
to slowly raise her calves till they were parallel to
the floor, his frightened body is shivering between
them. She leaned backward, placing her hands on the
table behind her for support.
"Please, Britney, please forgive me. I'm so sorry. Let
me go home. You know me, don't you? I'm basically a
good person, just let me go." He begged, continuing to
feel those rapacious thighs with his hands, muscles
bulging all over, threatening to encircle his
oh-so-small body.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart, it's too late now. There's no
escape. You wanted the capital punishment, capital
punishment you'll get. But in a much more painful,
enjoyable, slow way. I am tensing my thighs now, can
you remember how they felt yesterday, in the NSA? Can
you feel them now? I am crossing my ankles behind you,
you can't see that, but soon enough you'll feel. You
are incarcerated in my to-death squeeze instruments
now, there's no way out whatsoever. It's the first
time I have two consecutive sessions with a customer
back to back, or rather thigh to thigh.  
You are gonna be cloistered between my stoutthighed
Spears of steel. I hope you are familiar with the rock
paper scissors game, cause my rock-hard thighs will
scissor your paper-like body. Why don't you say
something? How does it feel, knowing you are about to
lose your own life to a female's thighs?" 
He didn't answer, tears starting to come down his
cheeks, the very same cheeks that were crushed to
fractures only yesterday by the thighs that now
embrace him. And she wasn't even squeezing yet. 
"I see, it's a monologue, you don't want to tell me
what you feel. O.k. so we will begin, but I want you
to know that I've been waiting for this opportunity
for a long time. Practicing with weights, hoping for
the ultimate, the human victim"
With that, she slowly lowered her back to lie down on
the table, still holding him captive in her huge
thighs, placing her hands on both sides of the table,
holding the edges of the table with her fingers. She
looked straight up at the ceiling, smiling, and
crossed her feet a little higher at the lower part of
her calves. Then she let it happen ... 
It was devastating. The pressure was seemingly
unlivable, the muscles dancing all around his waist,
slowly squashing his breath out of him, his innards
are crumpling in reverence of her mighty thighs. 
"Can you feel the fempower engulfing you? Can you hear
your bones are about to break? It's like music to my
ears. My feminine spears are going to work on the
'Secession' of the lower and upper body parts of
yours, honey. I feel as if it is your last day on
earth. Well, on a second thought, it is."
He thought how strange it was, that every move of hers
was so slow, so gradual, she was squeezing him for
what seemed now like hours, her tireless thighs are
chewing on his soft belly like there was no tomorrow.
Well, as far as his male life is concerned, there
really is no tomorrow.
"I think it's time to raise our relationship to a
higher level," she sternly said. "I'm going to bring
us from the down-to-earth position we are to the
well-deserved sky-high altitude we should be in" she
said.
She took a deep breath, and then, all of a sudden, she
violently raised her legs in one full motion into the
air, his body is still trapped between those
gargantuan thighs, involuntarily following the motion,
her back is flush against the table. She held his body
there, high up in the air, his hands clinging on to
the means of the soon-to-be-deadly thighs, herself
smilingly looking straight into his pitiful face,
awaiting the final squeeze. 
Then she started to move both her legs from side to
side on the table, slowly at first, then much quicker,
his whole body is flying in the air like a rag doll,
held tight between them. That was the first moment
that he began to hit her with his hands on her stone
thighs since it all started. The swings were so rapid,
he couldn't reach to her head, not even her body, only
to her thighs, the same thighs that were now jerking
his life so powerfully. He knew there was no chance,
the fight is already over, but reflexively he kept on
pounding on her thick thighs.
Then came the unthinkable. She made the unbelievably
amazing move ...   
End of part two.
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