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 one.

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"You don't want to know where I work" Britney wrote to
him on their regular chatroom.
"But I think that's key in our relationship. I know so
much about you already, where you live, hobbies, food
preferences ... I think I deserve to know what you do for
a living" Jerry wrote back to her, intending to ask
her out for the first time.
"Well, I don't know how to put it, so it's better if I
say it straight. I make a living by squeezing men
between my legs" she wrote.
"You mean you are a hooker, don't you?" he asked,
hoping the answer to be no, hoping that after all
those years of anticipating, of yearning for his
ultimate goal, it will possibly come to fruition. He
had a great deal of respect for the female legs. He
knew it is the strongest body part of any person, let
alone women. Even an average girl has a great deal of
strength in her legs. Not to mention a
natural-born-killer thighs. The invincible power they
seem to generate, he wanted to shove his head in
between them for so long. He could only imagine the
horrible pressure they can execute, his helplessness
when being there, the level of pain his temples will
be able to endure, while her inner thigh muscles
engulfing his vision, crushing his soft head, leading
him toward oblivion ...
He wanted her answer to be true, literally, not a
paraphrase.
"Oh no, Jerry, my legs are much too big and muscular
to be a prostitute. I meant what I have said. I work
in a leg-itimate company called NSA, which stands for
the National Squeeze Association. We have about 40
squeezettes, me being one of them, and we squeeze men
between our thighs all day, as long as they're willing
to pay. I know it sounds crazy, but it's a good way to
make money, it's a great way to keep my hips in shape,
and, don't take it personally, but it is a fancrushtic
way to punish all those males that used to humiliate
us, degrade us and sometimes rape us during history. I
hope that doesn't spoil our relationship, does it, my
dear?"
Jerry was speechless. He couldn't believe his dream is
about to come true. He felt he is falling in love with
Britney, in spite of the fact he has never seen her.
Or was he in love with her massive thighs? Her female
strength? He didn't care, he just wanted to meet her,
to feel the power. "You would not believe me if I told
you I have been fantasizing about being crushed by a
strong thighed girl since I can remember. I've gotta
meet you. Your thighs live in New York, don't they?"
"Where else on earth do you think the NSA could
flourish? I told you there are 40 of us, 40 ladies
that is, which means 80 thick thighs. Would you fly
from Dallas all the way to N.Y.C to visit us thighs?"
"You bet I would. Just tell me where I can find you,
and I'm there in a day" Jerry wrote with shaking
hands, pushing the button ^Ńsend' on their private
chatroom. 
"Go to 39th street in Manhattan, between 5th and 6th
avenues, look for the NSA store. You can't miss it.
But there's one thigh, or, I mean one thing. There is
no Britney in the NSA, I have a ^Ństage' name there so
you won't know for sure whether the thighs that
squeeze you senseless are mine. Of course you can be
squeezed in 40 separate sessions, but, as you'll see
on the menu, we have different squeeze categories. I
can't elaborate on that, let me just say that for your
own sake, I hope you won't be caught between my raging
thighs."

He took off from the Dallas airport the next morning,
heading for the city that never sleeps, a city that
will encompass his existence and put him to sleep with
the thighs that control his soul for as long as he can
remember. He envisioned the twin towers engulfing his
skull, cracking his jawbones, his face is being forced
into the empire state panties, his screams are muffled
by the smothering china town ...

"Hello and welcome to the national squeeze
association." Said a gorgeous blonde when Jerry
entered the ^Ństore'. She had a huge pair of
proudly-exposed legs, legs he was certain could bring
a man to his knees, literally, if they wanted to.
"Have a sit and make yourself comfortable, while your
neck is free from the prison you are about to be in"
she said, twice slapping her muscular thighs together,
a motion that brought all sorts of muscle groups to
life in those trunk trees that were standing in front
of him. "And by the way, do your bones a favor and
look at the girl's faces at least once. They don't
like the men staring only at their means of
destruction. Your bones might suffer some irreversible
results" she said, handing him the menu, as he was
mentally forced to lift his gaze to look into her deep
blue eyes.
"I'm Marie, and I hope you'll survive the adventure
you are about to be trapped in. and as we always say
'shop till you drop' takes on a whole new meaning
here" she said, turning around to walk to her desk,
his eyes are immediately riveted back to the two legs
that could kill him in an instant.
Jerry open the NSA menu, amazed to see there were
different kinds of squeeze categories, each with its
price range, pressure levels, and pictures of lower
women's bodies, from the belly button down, all thick
solid muscles like he has never seen before:

The sensual squeeze, $150-$200   
The gradual squeeze, $180-$220
The breath deprivation squeeze, $250-$300
The bones breaking squeeze, $300-$400
The to-death squeeze ... ask Marie.
     
Jerry was ecstatic. Who cares about Britney? He
thought to himself, so close to his dream. She was
right. All the abuse women had to take during history,
the Hindu ritual of wives jumping to the bonfire when
husbands die, the domestic violence so common in
nowadays America, Napoleon's wife not being able to
take a shower a week before he came back from the war,
so he could sniff her nether lands ...
As far as his head is concerned, the soft gender can
pay the 'strong' sex back now. Make his head suffer
for all those years of violence, he thought to
himself, chuckling, what an inappropriate word, soft,
came to mind, to describe women. He looked under
Marie's table, seeing the thick meat of her thighs,
knowing those animals could easily break the table
into pieces if they only wanted to.
"What's the thing about the to-death squeeze, if I may
ask?" he queried.
"Well, you'll have to take one of our squeezes if you
wanna know. It's kinda confidential to nonsqueezee
men" she answered looking to his eyes, while he still
stared at her imposing legs.
"I'll take the sensual one please, the strongest
thighs must be $200 isn't it?" he said, drooling.
"Yea, she's called Beth, down the corridor, last door
on the left".

When Jerry opened the door he thought he was going to
see a businesswoman, prepared to talk about the
sessions, comparing expectations, duration, pressure
levels, tips ... Instead he saw Beth sitting on the sofa,
stark naked, her huge legs wide open in front of her,
muscles bulging from all sides, smiling at him.
"Hello baby, don't you stand there. Come here and kiss
my lips, and make your $200 work for you" she said,
inviting him with her finger to approach her. Jerry
came close to her, standing between her unbelievably
powerful thighs, bringing his face close to her mouth
to kiss her.
"Not those lips, you stupid jerk. Get down on your
knees and worship the sacred shrine" she ordered,
placing both hands on his shoulders, and violently
pushing him downward, his head guided by her motion to
nestle in front of her nether lips, her thighs are in
both sides of his head, waiting for a squeeze order.
"Hey you, I thought it was suppose to be the sensual
squeeze" Jerry shouted, not being brave enough to
budge his head from the explosive thighs that were
ready to burst on him any second.
"Oh, it's gonna be sensual, my darling, in a way you
have never felt before" she said, slowly bringing her
mighty poles closer together, knowingly smiling at him
from above, seeing, like with all her customers, the
fear in their eyes, realizing what those burly thighs
could do, if they only wanted, regretting the moment
they've decided to enter the NSA, when it's already
too late. She touched his cheeks with her inner
thighs, legs straight, not squeezing yet, only smiling
at him, like she was expecting him to say something,
himself lying on the floor, stomach down, waiting.
"I placed my legs on both sides of your head, honey,
and I am going to start squeezing soon. I want you to
try to extricate yourself when it hurts, cause it
usually increases our mutual pleasure. We will both
enjoy the simple fact that you won't be able to escape
from between my expanding, pressure-applying thighs in
spite of the fact I'm a woman. I cross my ankles
behind your head now, I lock my calves together, just
to make sure things don't get out of thighs, and I
start squeezing now, baby, so get ready"
Jerry was ecstatic. He felt the smooth, feminine inner
thighs of her slowly constricting around his face, and
he instinctively raised his hands to feel those iron
thighs. His nose was half an inch from the
intersection of her legs, when he began to feel the
crushing power starts to mount. To him, it was like
peas and carrots, one pea and two carrots, that is.
"I like to gradually increase the pressure on the
heads of my customers, so I grind my thighs, one at a
time, into your cheeks. Can you feel my thigh
adductors getting to know your face contours, so they
will be more decisive later? Can you feel the feminine
power controlling your head? One of my most loyal
customers is a wall-street broker who comes here to
relieve some of the stress he has to suffer in the
NYSE, only to be squeezed between my killer thighs. He
calls my crotch home-away-from-home. I now lift my
butt off the sofa, so that I could exert more
pressure. You are about to feel thousands of pounds of
pressure converging on your head from all sides. Your
head is lifted along with my mighty legs that hold it
snugly, your upper body follows, my arms carry my
whole body, my legs, and your upper body high in the
air above the sofa. Your nose is so close to my smelly
garden, the situation is so personal, my clients like
to call it up close and personal."
"I know it's not the right time, but can I ask you a
question? How do I get to feel the to-death squeeze?"
Jerry asked, his hands encircling her legs, resting on
her muscular buttocks, feeling the two hard bowling
balls bursting with muscles. 
"Oh baby, I was waiting for this moment" she said. "I
was hoping you'll make this mistake, asking such a
silly question while being squeerotically compressed
between my steel thighs in mid air. I am going to use
my world-class, award-winning thighs to force your
nose into ..."
Then, without notice, she violently pointed her toes
to the wall in the other side of the room, a motion
that brought her inner thigh muscles into action,
hitting his cheekbones on both sides, and sending his
nose straight to her crotch, he thought his nose was
broken. She slowly brought her toes back to point at
the ceiling, taking his sore nose back from her garden
an inch, only to swiftly lower her toes back,
forcefully slamming his face again into her waiting
crotch, all the while their bodies hanging in the air
by the strength of her arms.
"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 ...

End of part one.