Under Her Ass

Carl had been locked down for over an hour. Thick leather straps dug into the soft roll of his belly and the meat of his thighs, pinning him spread eagled to the heavy padded bench. Ankle and wrist cuffs were bolted tight. A wide chest strap crushed him flat. The rigid metal bracket clamped around his bearded jaw and forehead held his head perfectly still and tilted just enough that his face was presented upward like an offering. He could not turn. He could not lift. He could not even swallow without the cold metal reminding him he was already finished.

At thirty seven, soft around the middle, thinning on top, the little thick stub of a cock between his legs already twitching from pure fear and humiliation, Carl looked every bit the beta bitch loser he was.

Princess Summer stepped into the room and the air changed.

She was exactly as the photos promised. Long platinum blonde hair falling past her shoulders, that bright, perfect smile full of white teeth and zero mercy, delicate nose ring catching the light, gold chains resting against her collarbones. She wore one of those soft, flowy white tennis skirts she loved, the short hem whispering against the tops of her thighs. No underwear. Bare feet. The cropped top left the smooth plane of her stomach bare. She looked young, soft, and completely in control.

She walked straight to the side table where his phone sat, unlocked it with his face (the bracket held him perfectly for that too), and began tapping.

“Look at this,” she said lightly, scrolling. “Savings. Checking. That little investment account you thought no one knew about. All of it. Going to me.” She glanced down at him with that sunny smile and let out a soft, light girly giggle. “You are not going to need money where you are going, beta.”

Carl’s heart slammed against the chest strap.

She climbed onto the bench, knees settling on either side of his head. The soft fabric of the tennis skirt brushed his cheeks. Then she lowered herself just enough for him to feel the heat of her bare cunt hovering over his mouth.

“You are shaking already,” she observed, almost laughing, the sound a bright little giggle. “Thirty seven years old and this is what you are. Soft little belly, tiny thick cocktail, beard all messy, and you are about to die under a girl half your age because you are too pathetic to be anything else.”

She settled lower. Soft, warm outer lips brushed his mouth. She did not sit fully yet, just rested her weight enough that he could feel the promise of it.

Summer rocked gently, smearing herself across his lips while she continued transferring money with one hand, the other resting casually on her own thigh. Another soft giggle slipped out of her.

“There goes your rent money,” she said sweetly. “There goes the last of your savings. All of it. Mine now. You are just a warm seat with a useless dick.”

She dropped her full weight.

The soft, heavy heat of her cunt sealed over his mouth and chin. Her great ass, round, firm, perfect, settled across the upper half of his face. His nose was forced straight up into the cleft, the tip of it crushed against the tight ring of her asshole. The bracket held him so perfectly there was nowhere to go. Only into her. His own spit mixed with the fresh slick of her juices, turning the seal even more airtight, wet and sticky and absolute.

Carl panicked hard at first.

He tried to thrash. The straps did not give. The bracket did not give. His soft belly heaved against the chest strap. The little thick cock between his legs jumped uselessly, leaking in pure terror.

Summer shifted her hips, grinding down harder so that his nose was completely buried against her asshole while her pussy completely covered his mouth and chin. The soft cheeks of her ass filled his vision, warm and heavy. She could feel every desperate attempt he made to breathe. A light girly giggle bubbled out of her as she felt him struggle.

She kept tapping on his phone.

“Almost done transferring,” she said, voice calm and bright, another soft giggle following. “You are being so useful right now. Dying and paying me at the same time. Good beta.”

Carl’s lungs burned. He managed thin, frantic breaths through his nose, wet, desperate pulls of air that had to travel around the tight press of her asshole. Every inhale dragged the scent and heat of her deeper into him. Every exhale was trapped against soft flesh. The mix of his spit and her juices only made the seal tighter, more perfect, more final.

Summer rocked in slow, deliberate circles, the heavy soft weight of her ass grinding his nose deeper into the cleft while her pussy smeared across his mouth. The tennis skirt draped around his head like a private curtain. She looked down past the curve of her own body at the red, bearded face locked between her cheeks and smiled that same pretty smile from every photo, letting out another light, girly giggle.

“You are starting to fade,” she observed. “I can feel it. Your little struggles are getting weaker. Poor thing. All that panic and there is nowhere for it to go.”

She lifted just enough for one ragged, wet gasp, then dropped again, harder, sealing him completely. His nose was crushed tightly against her asshole. His final thin breaths had to whistle around the soft, perfect ring of it. The wet seal of spit and her juices held firm.

The panic began to change.

Somewhere in the thinning oxygen and the overwhelming heat of her, the terror loosened its grip. The soft, heavy perfection of her ass pressing down on him, the tight ring of her asshole sealed against his nose, the wet heat of her cunt claiming his mouth, it stopped feeling like something being taken from him and started feeling like the only place he had ever belonged.

This is it, he thought, the last clear thought he would have. This is what I was for.

His struggles slowed. The frantic jerking against the straps eased into smaller, weaker twitches. The little thick cock between his legs gave one final, almost grateful pulse and then spurted a weak, watery load across his soft belly, thin and pathetic, right as the darkness closed in.

I am dying under her. Under Princess Summer. Her perfect ass is the last thing I will ever feel. Her asshole is taking my last breaths. I get to go like this, under her.

A strange, quiet resignation settled over him as the darkness crept in at the edges. He was lucky. Out of every possible end a soft, useless beta could meet, he had been given this one. Strapped down, emptied of money, face locked in place, and smothered beneath the young, beautiful weight of the girl who had decided he was finished. He could feel every soft curve of her great ass claiming him. He could feel the tight heat of her asshole against his nose as the last thin breaths slipped around it.

Thank you, the thought formed, almost peaceful now. Thank you for being the one.

Summer stayed seated, full weight down, phone still in hand as the last transfer completed. She rocked gently, keeping his nose buried against her asshole and his mouth sealed under her cunt, feeling the final weakening pulls of air around her. A soft little giggle escaped her when she felt him go completely still.

Carl’s last conscious moment was pure, quiet relish, the soft, heavy perfection of her ass, the knowledge that he was ending exactly where a beta like him should, and the simple, resigned gratitude that it had been her.

His body went still.

Princess Summer stayed seated a little longer, just to be sure, the round weight of her ass keeping his face completely claimed. Then she rose smoothly, the white tennis skirt falling back into place. She looked down at the empty, strapped form of the beta who used to be Carl and gave that same bright, sunny smile, another light girly giggle slipping out.

She reached down, pulled her dirty panties from where she had left them, and shoved them deep into his open, still mouth, packing them in until only a little fabric showed.

“All done,” she said softly. “You made a decent seat for a loser.”

She stepped off the bench, phone in hand, and tapped a contact. “Clean up crew,” she said lightly, still smiling.

The line rang three times, finally it picked up. "I've got another" she said coldly.

Then she settled into a chair nearby and started shopping for clothes online, scrolling through pretty skirts and tops while the strapped, body waited behind her, panties stuffed deep in its mouth.

She giggled once more while she lit up a blunt.