Gem in the Empresses' Tiaras

[dddybee]

Thankfully for Edith, Melony hadn't caught the Hidden Gem starting at her mighty, marvelous hips. That not she would have blamed her. Melony knew her curves were as imposing as they were sexy. She happily enjoyed watching Edith eat the literal peach she had given her, while snacking on her own fruit as well. But after Edith complimented her, the modest monarch blushed as deeply as she did! "O-Oh! Why thank you..." Melony chriped. "And 'empresses' is the proper term for us now, by the way." She briefly corrected Edith referring to them as 'queens'. "But Jazzy has indeed spoken quite a lot of you. And I can tell Hon thinks you to be quite lovely as well."~

"Now...come with me please." Melony would lead Edith into her grand palace. And just as Honie had said, the inside was just as impressive (if not even more impressive) as the outside! The walls were colorful. Fruit branches from outside grew through open windows. The aroma of freshly baked goods penetrated the air. And given Melony's prissy disposition, the entire place was tidy, well-organized and spotless. Various subjects and workers bowed as Melony walked by.

"We'll met up with Jasmine and Honie again soon. First, allow me to show you around my palace a bit." Melony said, as she walked side-by-side with Edith down a long hallway. "I like your attire, by the way! The patterns on your purple pants are fancy, and that tie of yours is a great touch. And...pardon me...is that considerable muscle tone I see, bulging a bit in the sleeves of your black shirt...?"~

[SweetHeart]

Edith would enjoy the treat, nodding as she'd explain they were given the title of empresses now, hearing how much Jasmine had spoke about her wasn't exactly surprising, she could very easy visualize her yammering on about the pinkette, smiling as she'd go along with Melony into the grand palace. The building was massive, colorful walls, fruit branches coming in through windows, next to the Maître hotel, this was by far the most beautiful place she had ever seen. The amount of workers bowing to the pair almost made Edith uncomfortable, clearly being more comfortable being the one doing the work rather then being pampered in such a manner.

Her thoughts would be interrupted as Melony complimented her attire, Edith smiling as she did enjoy getting complimented on her looks, as she herself loved them just as much. Even the mention of her muscle tone didn't bother her, as very few often noticed. "Well yes it is." She smiled, taking a moment to roll up her sleeve, showing off her biscep, giving it a subtle flex. "I don't often show off my overall body as other wrestlers do, with ececption of my training attire which is usally a leotard for the purpose of getting a good work out in, I often wear my suit instead. I obviously don't buy them from any random store despite how many have very nice attires, I have a friend named Napoleon who makes all my suits.... don't tell anyone but his real names David, he just picked Napoleon cuz he thought it'd be more interesting as a name" Edith added, rolling her sleeve back up as the pair continued to walk down the massive colorful hall.

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While Melony noticed Edith's toned arms through her suit, it wasn't until the Hidden Gem rolled up her sleeve that she saw just how beefy Edith actually was! "My my!" Melony exclaimed slightly, as her new friend flexed her bicep. "I've got muscle tone in my arms as well, but your biceps are comparable to Jasmine's! Nicely done." Empress Peaches continued to listen to her guest intently. "I bet you look lovely in your leotard, but I respect and admire the fashion and uniqueness of wrestling in your suit. I bet some of your opponents may have been caught off guard by your hidden muscles. If I were to take a guess, I'd say your abs probably look as lovely as my own. And David's...or should I say Napoleon's secret is safe with me."~

Melony would continue showing Edith around the palace, showing off her kitchen, her dining room, and even her throne room. But eventually she'd take Edith in front of a sizable door that looked particularly secure. "This is technically my dungeon, but I like to think of it as more of a correctional facility. Where reformation and redemption are prioritized over-" Melony abruptly stopped, upon hearing spooky noises from inside. "!?!" As the noises grew louder and closer, Melony recognized them and sighed. All of the Booty Empresses were all too familiar with the sound of muffled screams, especially...

"FUDGE YEAH." The dungeon's door opened, letting no other than Jasmine walk outside! She looked cleaned up from her car scrap with Honie, but the bee girl in question didn't seem to be with her. "Melony! Edith! There you are!" Jasmine was wearing a smother harness around her butt, one that was currently pinning one of Melony's inmates between her cheeks! A man in an orange jumpsuit let out muffled cries and whimpers, as Jasmine causally dragged him along. "Mmmphhh...! Ngghppphhh...!"

"Please Jasmine. Don't you have a Smother Dungeon in your own castle? There's no need to smother Frank. He's suppose to be released at the end of the day."

"Well I'm not in my own castle, am I Melony? I'm just making sure Frank doesn't go back to being an internet scammer. Right Franky?" Jasmine would flex her glutes to clench the prisoner's face tightly between her meaty cheeks! "MMMMNNGHHPPHHHH...!"

"And besides, guest what Eddie? I took the initiative to take my smother lust out on Frank and other convicted criminals in here. So now, I'm less likely to smother you or Honie or Melony! Unless we still end up sparing and whatnot, we should be all good! How's that sound girl?" Jasmine winked at Edith and didn't set Frank free. Empress Cake seemed content on causally keeping the face of a condemned criminal wedged in her buttocks! At least Edith wasn't getting a smothering though, as Jasmine had considerately kept the Hidden Gem's comfort in mind at Frank's expense!

[SweetHeart]

Edith followed Melony through the palace with an increasingly soft, content smile, finding how kind and sweet Melony was being rather heart warming. The pink haired empresses hardly had met her but she was easily becoming the one Edith was quickest to open up with, if not simply due to Melonys gentle behavior contrasting Jasmines so much. She really did start to like the palace, the orderly and elegant castle giving her a sense of peace even with how big and grand the whole place was, Edith blushing a bit as Melony complimented her on her biceps, to which she smiled even when she was quick to cover up her arm after showing it off. And then Melony stopped in front of a giant pair of doors, she explained lead to a dungeon

“The dungeon?” Edith echoed, blinking. “O-Oh, I see. A— correctional facility. That is much more civilized wording—” Before Edith could discuss further a loud THUMP was heard from behind the giant doors, along with a muffled scream. Edith, unaware but taking Melony's abrupt stop as a sign this could be dangerous, and would get into a defensive stance, softening a bit hearing a sigh come from Melony, before then hearing something that made her go from nervous to nervous for different reasons. Only a few moments later Jasmine showed up, and she wasn't alone.

Cakey had seemingly brought along a little friend, this "Frank" being punished for scamming people online, and was paying for it by serving as Jasmines ass accessory. Edith would blush looking at the mans face wedged in Jasmines backside, having a very vivid memory of the feeling of the harness from Jasmine's various antics of smothering her. She could only imagine Frank was wedged as tight as humanly possible to make the smother as punishing as could be, and really only could think about how Jasmine clarifying that the reason she was doing this was to make sure she'd have LESS urges to do it to herself. She felt conflicted, but honestly after a few moments she realized that honestly commenting on it in anyway could lead to Jasmine turning it into her getting the treatment instead, so she'd simply decide to let Frank suffer his face being squashed like a marshmellow in a smore.

"Well I imagine mr um... Frank will not be doing any scamming lest he wish to be treated like this again. As much as many would joke about it I can *ahem* atest from experience it is NOT as fun as it seems. But that aside I am enjoying the tour, Melony has been kind enough to show me around whilst you and Honie had your race. Speaking of which where has she gone off too?" Edith asked, clearly just deciding to ignore the smother harness criminal as he sunk more into Jasmines backside, clearly cakey was busy giving him a talking too.

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Jasmine giggled, upon hearing Edith reference the times she suffered being put in Jasmine's smother harness. "Well it depends on whether the victim is into this sorta thing or not. Hehehe. Frank here is a boob guy and doesn't like being suffocated, so my butt smothers are the perfect punishment for him! Eddie gets it MelMel! He won't be doing anymore scamming, thanks to me. You're welcome!"

"I appreciate the gesture of reducing my nation's crime. Haha." Melony chuckled. "But as Edith asked, where is Honie?"

"Oh! She actually went to our main hangout spot for today. Let's go meet her there!"

Melony nodded, and she, Jasmine, and Edith would walk to the next area. Poor Frank was dragged along by Jasmine, his head still strapped in the harness, smothering his mug in the Booty Bomber's jumbo, meaty, jiggly butt-cheeks. Jasmine would ignore her captive's muffled whimpers and groans, walking causally and swaying her wide hips. It seemed Jasmine was intent on keeping Frank around as her personal smother toy long-term! And she'd intentionally walk in front of Ms. Una to further tease her with the spectacle!

Soon, the three girls would make it to another door. And once again, it would be opened up before they reached it. This time by Honie! "There you three are!" Honie buzzed. She looked cleaned up, following her limo scrap with Jasmine. "Come inside!" The girls would enter into the Booty Empresses' main hangout area. It was a large room containing a massive flatscreen T.V, a music station, video games, a wrestling ring, a massage booth, a sauna, among other things! "While this is Melony's castle, all of us played a role in setting things up for you Edith!"

Honie would then get a bit distracted, noticing that Jasmine was smothering Frank. "Hey! Isn't that the evil-doer who ran online scams in this nation?! Oh BUZZ no! Let Hot Momma Honie get a piece of him Jazzy!" Jasmine would happily allow Honie to press her own dangerously thicc rump into the back of Frank's already harnessed head, amplifying the punishment, with a their crushing Derrière Dungeon move! Honie was clearly very strict with these types of things. "That'll teach ya!"

While Honie and Jasmine dommed the condemned man in the smother sandwich of a lifetime, Melony would address Edith. "So sweetheart, what would you like to do first? May I interest you in the massage booth? I can actually treat you there personally, love."~

[SweetHeart]

Edith followed behind Jasmine, doing her absolute best to maintain a composed and polite expression despite the utterly absurd spectacle unfolding before her. Jasmine, true to form, was anything but subtle. With each deliberate, swaying step, her wide bouncy booty– a masterclass in doughy jiggling in a hypnotic rhythm with those soft, heavy thwump's of her cheeks muffling Franks pleas. The harness leaving Frank with nothing to do other then crawl along behind the empresses, his features sinking deeper into that impossibly soft expanse of her posterior with each step. Edith could almost feel the suffocating warmth, watching as Frank crawled along behind Jasmine crying and whimpering, patting at Jasmine’s thighs in a futile, spastic rhythm mercy, his struggles only seemed to amuse Cakey, who keep eating his features as Jasmine gave an extra playful squeeze of her glutes, causing a fresh wave of choked, guttural sounds to be swallowed whole by the mammoth booty.

Edith even noticed how Jasmine bounced lightly on the balls of her feet, purposely sending a few shockwaves of cheek meat just to show off, either to punish frank more, or to punish frank more so Edith could watch, giving the pinkette acute secondhand embarrassment, only for her to simply roll her eyes as it was clear Jasmine was just messing with her, and Frank just happen to be unlucky enough to be the one showcased for it.

Her internal monologue was interrupted as they reached a grand door, which swung open to reveal Honie. The bee empress buzzed with energetic approval, her eyes immediately zeroing in on the condemned accessory dangling from Jasmine’s harness, which of course only a few seconds later, Honie had swooped in. With a buzz of glee, she positioned herself behind the hapless Frank, as she slammed and pressed back with deliberate force, sandwiching Frank’s already-trapped head between the four cheeks in the Derrière Dungeon.

Jasmine’s squishy, enveloping softness molded to his face, while Honie’s firm, muscular cheek pressed with unyielding authority against the other. It was a perfect, horrifying synergy. Frank’s muffled sounds, which had been muffled before, now became faint, wet gurgles. His limbs, which had been weakly flailing, now hung almost lifelessly, only occasional twitches betraying his fading consciousness. The two empresses grinned against each other over their shared prisoner, keeping the punishment going just to make sure Frank stayed awake.

Shaking her head, a faint blush of mingled fluster and bemusement on her cheeks, Edith deliberately turned her attention to the room itself just to stop staring at the smothering for a moment. It was, in a word, spectacular. The massive flat-screen TV dominated one wall, A state-of-the-art music station with vinyl records which Edith really would like to look at, Several gaming consoles, a full-sized wrestling ring, and then, there was the luxurious massage booth, its curtains partially drawn to reveal a polished table, and beside it, a sauna built of fragrant cedar wood. The air smelled faintly of citrus, baked goods from elsewhere in the castle.

Melony’s gentle voice pulled her from her survey. “So sweetheart, what would you like to do first? May I interest you in the massage booth? I can actually treat you there personally, love.”

The offer, delivered with such genuine warmth and those shimmering pink eyes, made Edith’s blush deepen. A massage. From the impossibly sweet, stunningly curvaceous Peach Empress. The image that conjured was… potent. But honestly, compared to that or sticking around with the overwhelming chaos of Jasmine’s smother-harness likely leading to Jasmine getting a LOT more into it, meaning that the concept of her not getting the frank treatment may be less likely the moment Frank finally goes out, the comparable promise of calm, personal attention from Melony was irresistibly appealing. She’d been so kind to Edith that honestly it didn't take long for her to choose.

“I… yes, please, that'd be lovely.” Edith said, her voice softer than she intended. She offered Melony a grateful, slightly shy smile “That sounds absolutely wonderful, Melony. Would you lead the way?” She fell into step beside the peach-clad monarch, leaving the scene of the smother antics behind. As they walked toward the inviting massage booth, Edith felt a sense of calm settle over her. Amidst these overwhelming personalities, she had found a quiet anchor in Melony. And for now, that was all she needed.

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Melony smiled even more warmly, upon hearing Edith early accept her invitation to get a massage from her. "Of course. Come with me." She said, as she lead Edith into her massage booth, leaving Jasmine and Honie to continue having their way with Frank. The man's muffled cries steadily grew distant. However, after entering the booth with Edith, Melony would look back at the spectacle for a moment. She sported a subtle blush and a small aroused smile, as if debating whether to give poor Frank a taste of her own plump peach at some point. Though the most merciful of the trio, she was still a smother-loving Booty Empress at the end of the day. But that could wait. Melony had a guest to treat!

The hospitable royal would close the booth's curtains and direct Edith to a comfortable massage table. "Feel free to remove any outer articles of clothing that you'd like. Then lay on your stomach and get nice and comfortable."~ The massage table was well-patted, with a spot for Edith to rest her toned arms, as well as a opening for her to lay face-down. Once Ms. Una was good and ready, Melony would play some relaxing jazz music and get to work! Melony would start with Edith's back. Her dainty, gentle, nail-polished fingers would pat around the area, seeking any areas of tension. And once Melony noticed some, she'd rub down with a level of healing precision that would make anyone jealous that they weren't the ones receiving this treatment to free!

"That's it darling. Just let Yummy Mummy Melony take care of you."~ Melony purred. She certainly had dom energy to her. But in contrast to Jasmine (and to a degree Honie), she was a more gentle dom. "My tag partners are lovely, and I do enjoy absorbing their vibrant energy. But I know better than anyone else how important it is to recharge and restore your own." Empress Peaches began rubbing Edith's shoulders, removing any tension Edith may have gathered from the smothery antics. "Jasmine loves you and means well. Her efforts in reducing the times she smothers you are proof of that. But I know she can still be a bit much sometimes. Jazzy's friends have different ways of dealing with her smothery pranks. Honie will just straight up fight her. Teehee. But I've figured out another way to calm her down, when she's REALLY consumed by her passion for facesitting. It's saved me from getting into smother brawls with her, when I'm not in the mood. Care to learn what it is...?"~

[SweetHeart]

Edith felt a wave of warmth at Melony’s gentle instructions. The privacy of the curtained booth, the soft lighting, and Melony’s soothing presence created an atmosphere of safe indulgence. With a slightly flustered but trusting nod, she carefully removed her clothes, folding them and placing them neatly on a nearby chair until she was left in just her bra and matching panties—a simple, elegant lace panties in deep plum. The cool air of the booth kissed her skin, raising goosebumps, but the blush that spread across her cheeks and chest was from something else entirely.

She settled onto the table, laying face-down as instructed, resting her toned arms along the padded supports. The opening for her face allowed her to breathe easily, and she let out a slow, content sigh as the plush surface cradled her body. The gentle jazz began to play, and then Melony’s hands were on her. Edith melted almost instantly. Melony’s fingers were like magic, finding knots of tension in her back and shoulders she hadn’t even realized were there, working them away with firm, precise circles. A soft, involuntary murmur of pleasure escaped Edith’s lips. The purr in Melony’s voice sent a different kind of shiver down Edith’s spine. It was domineering, but in the most deliciously soft way—a promise of control that felt like care, not suffocate, like Jasmine would. Edith let herself sink into it, her muscles going looser by the moment as she relaxed into the massage more and more and more.

“Jasmine loves you and means well… But I know she can still be a bit much sometimes.”

Edith gave a muffled, affirmative hum into the face cradle. A bit much was a gracious understatement. The she heard something that caught her ears and attention.

“Jazzy's friends have different ways of dealing with her smothery pranks… But I've figured out another way to calm her down, when she's REALLY consumed by her passion for facesitting. It's saved me from getting into smother brawls with her, when I'm not in the mood. Care to learn what it is...?”

The question, laced with playful secrecy, piqued Edith’s interest sharply. A way to calm her down? A way to potentially defuse Jasmine without a fight or submission? WELL, that was valuable intelligence. She lifted her head slightly from the cradle, turning it just enough to see Melony’s shapely legs beside the table.

“If you Could… tell me?” Edith asked, her voice a mixture of genuine curiosity and the relaxed haze of the massage. “I’d be very interested. For… future reference, as you may imagine.” She added, a faint, flustered smile touching her lips as she settled her head back down, eagerly awaiting the Peach Empress’s secret strategy.

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Needless to say, Edith seemed all too eager to learn Melony's strategy on stopping Jasmine from smothering her so much. "Oh I can certainly imagine." Melony giggled, as she gently began to massage the back of Edith's neck. "Jazzy will be a bit annoyed I told you this. But since you're friends, it's fine. This technique should only work for people Jasmine feels close to. But just in case, please keep it confidential. I'd like to protect her from anyone who'd try to use it with ill intentions. And as extra as the Booty Bomber can be, I've learned some people need to be disciplined, with the full extent of her smother-lust."

After receiving confirmation that Edith would keep this on the down-low, Melony would continue. "Deep, deep, DEEP down under all her Dommy Mommy energy, Jasmine does have a bit of a hidden submissive side, one she prefers to keep under wraps. This may surprise you, but I bet you've seen it before..." While talking, Empress Peaches would take the massage down to Edith's lower body. She'd start by rubbing the Hidden Gem's feet.

"Have you ever given Jasmine...headpats...?" Edith had indeed pat Jasmine's head before. The most recent example was during their limousine ride, after the Wild Royal had threatened to smother her. "If you have, you may have noticed her demeanor becomes more mellow. Jasmine enjoys when her loved ones pammer her, by rubbing their hands through her hair or on her head. Next time you feel Jasmine is about to smother you, trying giving her headpats. Instead of facesitting you into oblivion, you may just find her purring in your lap."

Melony had just finished massaging Edith's feet, and she began to work her way up her legs. "That being said, the strategy isn't 100% full-proof. But it will certainly get Jasmine to pause at least, giving you more time to talk her down, escape, etc. But to maximize the effectiveness of the headpats, you can take off her crown to increase the surface area. That's another reason I'd only recommend this to a friend of hers. Normally, messing with Jasmine's crown is a good way to meet her royal fists."

Empress Peaches would finish up Edith's hamstrings, before making it to her glutes. She'd place one hand on each of Ms. Una's cheeks, rubbing them in gentle circles. Her rubs were professional and not that of groping. But Melony still appreciated her fellow thicc chick's tush enough to save it for last! "Once Jasmine has calmed down or redirected her energy, place her crown back on her head. And just like that, you've saved yourself from potentially hours of booty smothering!" Melony chirped, continuing to rubdown Edith's round rear. "Speaking of booty, I see Jasmine was right to say you have a nice bum"~ The Booty Bullet teased, before finishing up the massage! "And done! How do you feel, sweetheart?"~

[SweetHeart]

Edith would nod as Melony would ask her to keep the secret a secret, understanding that as much as Jasmine may annoy her it would be important to keep something like this confidential “Of *ah* of course.” She said, turning her head back down after having let a little squeak out.

Headpats? Oddly as Melony explained Jasmines weakness it kinda made sense the more she elaborated on the specifics. In fact, along with the limo ride, she also remembered how after having spent multiple instances dealing with Jasmine’s constant smothering antiques, she was finally able to get her to calm down after petting the girls head (and also an accidental retaliation smothered, but to be honest, she likely would assume Jasmine would only be goaded on if he just started doing it back). Even the suggestion of possibly removing jasmine’s crown to assist in doing so it was almost a risky move, Edith haven’t heard many stories of Jasmine, becoming utterly furious about others trying to touch her crown, I mean any Empress with any form of power would consider their crown extremely important and for somebody to disregard that crudely lay hands upon their prized possession, well Edith could only hope Jasmine would be so docile she doesn’t immediately retaliate by giving her another form of punishment with cakey.

With her finishing up the massage on, where else, her glutes, he just would take a moment to let her now fully relax and loosen up body enjoy the feeling of all of her muscles relaxing. Enough taking a moment to indulge in this specifically joyful feeling she would roll herself gently onto her feet and let out a comfortable sigh. “Well it was utterly lovely Melony, I appreciate your kindness and Willingness to be so kind to your guests.” Edith gave a gentle smile, glancing around, either looking to her clothes or simply being too shy to make eye contact.