Bubble Butt

[laffalot]

Bubble Butt
By Laffalot

‘Bubble Butt,’ that’s one of many names I used to call her in high school. Alright, I know it was cruel, I know she hated the name and she hated me worse, but I didn’t care at the time. You see, I was the most popular, prettiest girl in the whole school. I had it all. I was the captain of the cheerleaders and I had the quarterback of the football team wrapped around my finger. So many people wanted to be my friend because I could make them more popular just by association. All the guys wanted to fuck me and all the girls wanted to be me. I even got really good grades, A’s mostly, which just made my experience in high school even better. I graduated in the top five of my class with aspirations to go to a top college and make something out of my life.

When I graduated high school, I thought I would never see the girl I called Bubble Butt again. I was certain that she would never want to see me again after the way I treated her. Brenda Marshal was the type of girl that I despised, overweight, clumsy, unkempt and stringy hair. I hated her because she didn’t try to improve herself. I always went to school looking my absolute best, and it took time and hard work. I had a morning routine that took two hours to get everything about my appearance perfect, and she would drag her lazy, fat ass out of bed, throw on some rags from Goodwill, and come to school wondering why she had no friends. It was pathetic and I felt sorry for her, but not sorry enough to stop picking on her.

I was eighteen years old and freshly graduated, out of high school just a few days more than a week and I was out jogging my usual route. One mile from my house there is a trail through the woods that is perfect for jogging and I was out there all by myself. It was just past six A.M. on a Sunday and most people were still in bed. I liked being out here alone, I could listen to my MP3 and enjoy nature. There is one section of trail that is a steep hill going up and a long gradual decline going down the back side. I always power up the steep part and get quite a bit of speed going down the back and that day was the same. As I was barreling down the slope, sweat glistening on my brow, I didn’t see her until it was too late. Bubble Butt, the fat bitch herself had been waiting for me, hiding in the bushes, and as I reached the bottom of the hill running full speed, she jumped in front of me. She was in a three point stance like the football players get into just before the ball is snapped and I plowed into her. I was thrown over the top of her and did a complete flip in the air before slamming to the ground, my breath completely knocked out of my lungs.

As I lay gasping for air, still dazed after the violent collision, someone placed a strip of duck tape over my mouth and I felt myself being lifted up into a sitting position. Before I realized what was happening, a large brownish sack was placed over my head and pulled down to my waist. It is obvious to me now that I think back that a lot of planning went into my abduction because the sack was fitted with ropes that when pulled, would tug the opening closed and with one strong yank, the top half of my body was sealed in. If I wasn’t in such a state, I’m sure that I would have been able to fight my way out at that point, but before my head had stopped spinning, another rope was pulled around my elbows and suddenly my arms were trapped against my sides. Two more quick tugs and my lower and upper arms were also bound. I was not getting the sack off without some outside help and the duck tape over my mouth made sure I couldn’t yell for help.

Up until this point, my legs were still free and my legs are stronger than most because of my work outs, but unfortunately, in my state, I was unable to put up much of a fight and soon a second sack had been pulled over my legs and several quick tugs later I was trussed up like a thanksgiving turkey.

I honestly can’t tell you what was going through my mind at that point. I think that I was still in a daze after the impact with what felt like a wall. I remember being lifted and carried a ways and I think that I started to get my bearings about the time I was tossed into the back of what must have been a van. Slamming onto the floor of the van got me going and I started struggling as much as the bindings would allow which wasn’t very much. I remember being very scared at this point, I wondered what this bitch was capable of and I was terrified for my life. I heard slamming doors and the vehicle start up and then we were moving. I was trying real hard to stay calm while I tried to get free.

I struggled and twisted the whole trip and if I had more time I think I could have gotten free, but all too soon we stopped and the driver shut the engine. Once again I heard doors open and this time I could hear the distinct sound of a garage door closing. I was lifted again and carried and I could sense that I was in a house. I also remember the feeling of being carried down a flight of stairs and then I was tossed onto a bed. Would this be my final resting place? I wondered, although when I think about it now I realize that if she wanted me dead, she could have killed me out on the trail and probably gotten away with it. This was about the time that I noticed how stuffy and difficult to breathe it was in this sack. The material of the sack was porous enough to get air but it was still getting very uncomfortable.

I listened intently as she walked this way and that in no apparent order to me, and after a few minutes there was a tug on the sack in front of my face and the unmistakable sound of tearing Velcro. It was obviously well planned out on her part because right where my face was, there was a panel of cloth held in place by Velcro strips, that when pulled on revealed my face. I squinted at the sudden brightness and stared up into the indifferent eyes of Bubble Butt herself, Brenda Marshal. She looked down upon me in my own little cocoon and said three words. “Are you hurt?” I blinked a few more times while my eyes tried to adjust and shook my head no. “Good” she said, and then she decided to fill me in on what was going on.

“There’s a few things you need to know, so listen closely, I’ll only say this once. The house we are in belongs to my sister. She’s out of town for the next few days, so no one will be coming here until Tuesday or Wednesday. Also, this house is set back almost a quarter mile from a rarely traveled road, and we are in the basement, so when I take the tape off your mouth, it won’t matter how much you scream, no one will hear you. If you scream too much you’ll annoy me and I’ll gag you again so if you don’t want to be gagged I suggest that you be quiet unless I ask you a question.”

So far I understood everything except why I was here and she was about to get to that.

“So, I bet your wondering why I brought you here like this. Well I guess a little explanation is due. There once was a time, back in grade school, when you and I were friends. Do you remember that?” I did remember, but I didn’t respond, not that I could talk anyway. She went on. “Back then we would hang out together and we had fun. When we got to high school things changed. At first you just stopped talking to me, maybe you’d say hi when we passed in the hall, but when I tried talking to you, you always had something to do. After a while I realized that you didn’t want to hang out with me. I guess you didn’t need to hang out with me anyway because you had so many other friends. Then things changed even more when your friends started to make fun of me because of my weight. It wasn’t long after that when you started to act just like them and before long you were the worst one. I didn’t need you calling me fat ass, I knew I was fat. My whole family is fat, except for my dad. I had always looked up to you and treated me like shit on the bottom of your shoe.”

Okay I’ll admit, she was starting to get to me. She was one hundred percent right about it all. We used to be great friends and to be perfectly honest, I had secretly wanted more. I never would have admitted it at the time, but I have always liked girls, and back then, I wanted to be with Brenda. Back in grade school she wasn’t that big and I guess I didn’t really care either. In high school, things got complicated. I don’t think I ever thought I would be as popular as I turned out, but as I grew up I became beautiful. I know I sound conceited, but it’s the truth. As my circle of friends expanded, Brenda got pushed away, and I went along with the group mentality to pick on the less pretty.

“So all those years of high school I waited for you to come to your senses and you never did. I started thinking some pretty awful stuff. I wanted revenge and I was going to get it somehow. For months I planned and schemed a way to get you back for all the crap that you dumped on me, but nothing seemed fitting. Then one night I was supposed to go to the movies with my sister. She picked me up and we headed to the theater. Before we bought our tickets, her phone rang. Her boss had called about some emergency at work and needed all available employees immediately. She felt terrible, but I assured her that it was fine and she brought me back home. I went in and could hear strange noises coming from my parents bedroom. I thought I’d let them know that I was home early, so I went down the hall. Their door was wide open and as I rounded the corner to their room, I was stopped in my tracks by what I saw. My mother, all two hundred and eighty some pounds, was sitting on my fathers face. I should have quickly left, but I was rooted to the spot. Mom didn’t see me because her back was turned and dad had his face buried in moms fat ass, so I stood and watched. It was both disgusting and fascinating at the same time. My mother was holding dads hands and he was struggling, twisting his body as if he was trying to get away and she wouldn’t let him up. He’s just a little guy, one hundred twenty pounds soaking wet, and she had all her weight on him. I thought for a minute that she was trying to kill him and I almost screamed at her, but then she leaned forward and let him breathe, before she sat back down. That was when I realized that he had an erection. He was enjoying being smothered by her and she was really enjoying it. I watched for a few more moments and then I went to my room. Once in my room, I went online and looked up face sitting. I discovered that there is a huge number of people who are into it. It sounds outlandish, but some people get off on being sat on and smothered. It wasn’t long after that when inspiration struck. For nearly four years now you have called me fat ass, thunder thighs, pork panties, bubble butt and countless other names, and I realized that you must really spend a lot of time looking at my ass because you talk about it so much. So just for you, because you are so fixated on my big beautiful behind, I’m going to allow you to get up close and personal with it.”

This was really not going the way I thought it would, and I figured she must be bluffing. Her story couldn’t be real, I thought, who would enjoy having their face sat on? It was insanity, but then she started to undress and I wasn’t so sure. She stripped down to her underwear and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was really big, bulging all over and I tried to remember why I used to be attracted to her. Her breasts were each as large as my head with huge puffed out nipples. Her belly looked as if she was pregnant with quintuplets, and her thighs resembled tree trunks. She was still wearing her granny panties and I would have bet that two of me would have fit in them. I wanted to yell at her, I wanted to scream ‘LET ME OUT OF HERE’, but she still hadn’t taken off the duck tape on my mouth. Then she climbed onto the side of the bed.

[indenturedtongue]

what? no one else has read this? then i guess i get to be the one to say it!

FINISH IT! WOOT! YOU GO BUBBLE BUTT!

i wish the girl i picked on would have got me like this.

[qrb912]

You have got to go on with this story! I hope you describe "Bubble Butt" in more detale while she is doing er siting best!

\assrest

[Sauur]

Great beginning I can't wait to read more!

[killamcbills]

This is a great beginning. I can't wait to read more!!!!

[Logan]

NIce first chapter but would like the second chapter now.

[laffalot]

Yeah okay here's chapter 2. Enjoy.

Chapter 2

“Now when I watched my mom sit on my dads face, she was naked, but for now I want you to get a good smell of my ‘pork panties’ as you called them. I’ve been wearing them for a whole week in anticipation for this. I hope you appreciate what I’ve done for you.”

I couldn’t believe she was actually going to go through with this, but I was helpless to stop her and with my mouth still taped shut I realized that she wasn’t kidding about wearing her panties for a whole week. As she turned away, the light was blocked out by her ass and the smell was overwhelming. I watched in fear and disbelief as her huge bottom came lower. It seemed like the world was moving in slow motion and for some unknown reason, my eyes were fixated on the stain on the crotch of her undies, and I didn’t try to turn my head to the side until it was much too late. At the last instant before her weight came down fully, I realized that I had better get more air in my lungs, kind of like when you get pushed into the water and just before you go under you try to get a breath. I sucked in a quick lungful as her panties touched my nose and the stink nearly choked me. Her ass smelled like what I would imagine death smells like, but I can’t say for sure because I’ve never been that close to a dead body. The next thing I knew, her soiled panties were being stretched taut over my face and my face started to feel like it was in a vice. I could feel my head sinking into the mattress and my nose was being smashed flat. The pressure built as she sat all the way back and I started to panic. I hate being closed in and the sacks that she had put me in were bad enough, but this was so much worse because I couldn’t breathe and the weight was really heavy. Plus, the last breath that I got was pretty rank. I squirmed around and heard her laugh and say “Save your energy or you’ll run out of air quicker.”

I heard her and I knew she was right, but I couldn’t stop struggling. I was terrified that she was going to kill me and I fought for all I was worth and she was right, I ran out of air quick. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears and I felt my bladder let go. I’m dying my mind was screaming and suddenly the pressure let up and cool air hit my face and I was sucking in breath after wonderful breath. It didn’t matter that the smell was still terrible, it didn’t matter that her huge ass was still hovering mere inches over my head, all that mattered was that I was still breathing. And then I realized that I was able to open my mouth. Apparently, the sweat had loosened up the sticky tape and I was breathing through my mouth and nose. Now was my chance to reason with her.

“Brenda” I yelled, and then quieter “please, lets talk about this. Give me a chance to…”
She sat back down, although this time she didn’t put all her weight on my face and I was still able to breathe, although with some difficulty, and the stench was unbearable. “Oh God Brenda STOP” I yelled, and she did, she climbed down off the bed and I was never so thankful in my life. I thought that she had come to her senses and maybe she was going to let me go.

“So how do you like my ass now?” she asked with a smirk and a giggle. She reached over and pulled the tape the rest of the way off my mouth. I wanted to start screaming at her. Call her a fucking bitch, tell her I was going to kill her, you know that kind of macho shit, but because I was still tied up I thought that trying to reason with her would be my best chance. Besides, I could always scream at her later.

“Brenda, I know that you’re upset with me and I don’t blame you for being angry, you have every right to be pissed at me because I have been a bitch to you for way too long.” Was it working? I could only hope. I couldn’t see real well either because my peripheral vision was blocked by the sack on both sides of my head, so I could only look straight up unless I lifted my head which put a strain on my neck. I couldn’t see that she had pulled her soiled undies off until she started to climb back up and swung her thick thigh over my head once more. I was looking up into her puffed out pussy and now I was getting desperate.

“Damn it Brenda don’t do this.” I tried once again but this time with a different tactic. “You’re gonna be in so much fucking trouble, this is kidnapping and ….” her huge disgusting ass came down fast and my nose was wedged into her puckered asshole. I wasn’t ready and I knew right away that my air supply was not going to last more than thirty seconds or so. Luckily, my mouth was open for a moment I could still get air through my mouth, but she must have felt that because she leaned forward so her slimy cunt suddenly filled my mouth, or so it seemed. I said earlier that I have always been interested in girls but, in order to keep my popular status in school, I’ve never told a soul. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to go down on a woman, the smell, the taste, the feel. This was not what I had in mind. This was foul smelling and covered with a thick creamy paste that covered my taste buds before I could stop it. I was squirming again, struggling in vain, unable to believe that the first pussy I tasted was so vile and disgusting. Yet, on some level, in the deepest depths of my brain, a small part of me was turned on. Okay, I know it sounds really weird and maybe just a little bit perverted, but up until that moment, the only sexual experience that I had was giving my boyfriend a hand job in his Trans-Am. He wanted more, like a blow job at least, but there was no way I was putting his thingy in my mouth. Sure he was cute and all, but I was never interested in fucking him, I wanted to fuck a girl. So even though what Brenda was doing to me was kind of gross, it was also kind of exciting, in a strange sort of way.

I felt a warm tingly feeling in my own pussy, it might have been helped by the fact that I had pissed myself, but with my legs bound together so tightly, all I had to do was squeeze and release my thighs over and over and I could work my way to orgasm. I knew I could but I didn’t feel right about doing that in this situation. I felt her lift up a little and heard her say “I’ve never had a tongue in my cunt before, if you want me to let you go, you’re gonna havta lick me clean.”

I was shocked once more. She was telling me that she wanted me to lick her. Could she secretly be a lesbian also? I didn’t think so. This seemed less about her getting off and more about her humiliating me. Now here was my dilemma. A very large part of me actually wanted to lick her pussy, just to see what it was like. And she wanted me to do it, actually told me she would let me go if I did. I was so tempted to just dive in and go for it. Sure it stunk, but the smell was starting to agree with me. I was so caught up in rationalizing my feelings that I didn’t even realize right away that I was clenching and unclenching my thighs. I was on the verge of having my own orgasm when I realized what was happening and I stopped. My mouth was closed tight. I couldn’t bring myself to lick her, I think I was still scared.

“If you don’t start licking, I’m going to smother you.” she threatened. At that point I should have started to lick her, but I guess I don’t like taking orders because I tried to turn away instead. Because my nose was still somewhat wedged in he massive ass crack, she felt me try to turn away and she came down with all her weight. Suddenly I was trapped in a sweaty prison of flesh. At this point she must have pulled her flabby ass cheeks apart with her hands because I felt my nose sink deeper into her puckered ass hole and then even worse, a blast of hot air from her anus vibrated against my face as she farted. It was the most degrading, disgusting, insane thing that anybody had ever done to me. The bad smell of her unclean crotch was tame compared to the noxious gas that filled my lungs. It was the kind of stink that leaves a sour taste in your mouth. Plus, I could hear her laughing hysterically at me.

[terrencez]

very nice story. i exspecially like the part were she rounds the corner and sees her parents engaged in facesitting. i actually had something like that happen to me. i was in my room studying for my pych exam. when i heard my mom saying something real loud. i couldnt understand what she was saying, so i thought that she was calling me for something. i went to her room. opened the door, and there on the bed was my mother sitting on my dads face. now my mother weighs about 230 lbs and is 5'9. i never looked much at my mother but i was mesmerized to see her spreading her ass cheeks and literally seeing my dads nose going up her ass hole. what really got me though was when she gave him air all she did was lean forward a little and dislodge his nose from her anus so when he inhaled all he could smell washer ass. i just about exploded in my pants when she let out a loud thunderous fart that i knew had to go right up hisnasal passages. then she sat back and once again his nose was impelled deep within the reccesses of her anal canal. i watched her grabb a belt, slide it under my dads head. and pull his face even deeper into her ass. my dad struggled for air. and then went limp after about a minute and a half. mom got off him and watched his face. then i saw my dad eyes start to flicker. then he jerked upwards. he started breathing in deeply and all the while my mom just sat beside him laughing. then i heard her say something that brought me over the edge. " ready to go again

[Sauur]

GREAT story man. Especially love the vivid descriptions of what she is going through. I could almost smell the raunchiness!

[hellgrinder]

Chapter 1 was quite a teasing intro, boy was I happy to see chapter 2 done lol. Now back to reading I go, just wanted to say thanks laffalot :)

[Bently]

brilliant man, really really great. in my opinion BBW on smaller girl is simply the best. thanks alot.

[laffalot]

Chapter3

“Are you ready to lick me now?” she inquired, still giggling at my unfortunate plight. “I think that you owe me at least one good orgasm.” So she did want to come after all I realized. I still didn’t think that I was ready to lick her though, but I definitely couldn’t stand another one of her farts. At this point she twisted her hips and started sliding her plump pussy back and forth over my face. My nose wedged between her labia which was spread open and her juices were slopped all up and down from my forehead to my chin, and I stuck my tongue out. Just for a second when her hot cunt came down over my mouth. The taste was still bad, but not as horrible as the smell of her fart. Somehow she either saw or felt my tongue because she commented on it.

“There ya go stick that tongue back out, it’s not that bad now is it?”

She kept sliding up down but stayed closer to my mouth and I tried to clear my head.

“This feels good” she exclaimed and then she slid her ass over my mouth and nose and without a warning, another fart exploded on me. This time her laughter was as explosive as her fart. She was obviously enjoying this too fucking much. I was choking on the horrendous stench, mouth open, trying to get some clean air and suddenly her pussy was back over my mouth and my will was broken. I started licking her. I attacked her with my mouth, my mind convinced that this was my only ticket out.

“OOOOHHHHHH YEAH there it is, I knew you wanted to eat my cunt. Oohh that’s good.”

It may have been good for her but it wasn’t that good for me. Her taste was bad and the paste like cream from her unclean pussy was soon coating my mouth. I kept licking her though, determined to get this over with. At first my eyes were clenched shut, like if I didn’t see what was happening, then it wasn’t really happening; but after a few minutes of working her over with my tongue, she was quivering and I opened my eyes and watched, fascinated as her flabby ass cheeks would squeeze and loosen. It was as if little shocks were going through her, causing her to clench and release, clench and release, and I realized that I was doing that to her. She was nearing an orgasm but every time she clenched her ass cheeks, my nose was pinched shut and the closer she got to cumming, the more she clenched. She was huffing now and making some real guttural sounds, and I came to the realization that the thick disgusting cream that had covered her smelly vagina was now gone and she was very wet. I had no experience doing this before, but I could tell that she was very close to orgasm. The tremors that were going through her were now heavy earthquakes and she was getting very loud.

“AAAAHHH AAAhhh ggggggggggggggggggrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaa” she hit the crescendo and went ridged, her fists grabbed my head and she held on while her body was rocked by wave after wave. She was obviously enjoying herself, but me, I was fighting to survive. Alright, maybe that sounds a little melodramatic, but when she hit her peak and started to cum, it got kinda rough on me. The pressure on my head increased ten fold and my nose was pinched painfully tight in her ass crack, cutting off my air supply completely. Then came the gush. Now I’ve masturbated myself plenty of times and I do get wet when I cum, but this was way different. She started leaking a LOT of liquid. I freaked out because I thought she was peeing in my mouth and I started really struggling. I managed to spit out some of the fluid but I swallowed way more than I wanted. I think that I knew then it wasn’t piss but I was still kind of grossed out at first. It just seemed so dirty, so disgusting. Why was my pussy throbbing so much?

I wanted her to get off me now but she didn’t. Instead, after her orgasm, she sort of collapsed on top of me, as if all the strength had gone out of her and she couldn’t hold herself up anymore. She was so heavy that it felt like she was crushing the life out of me, but at least I could breathe. I heard a ringing sound and realized that a phone was ringing. After the second ring she finally got up and sat full force once again on my face while she answered the phone. My mouth and nose were completely sealed, so yelling for help was impossible. Then I had to listen to the conversation.

“Hello…Oh hi mom, I’m at Carol’s house and I did what we discussed…. Yeah, she’s here now, I’d let her say something but she is in no condition to talk right now…. No she’s not hurt, but her mouth is kinda busy right now.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Her mother knew what was going on and was okay with it. It just seemed so surreal. My situation was starting to get desperate as my lungs became deprived of oxygen and once again I started to struggle. It was an automatic response and as the call went on I began to panic.

“Yeah I’ll be here a while if you want to come over, you can give her a try… She deserves everything we can dish out… Sure I’ll see you guys in about twenty minutes then…Okay bye.” Her phone call ended but before she moved she said. “I’ve got some good news, my mom and dad are coming over to play. Mom just loves to smother people. You’re gonna have so much fun.”

I think that is what she said, but to be totally honest I’m not one hundred percent sure because by then I was hysterical and nearly unconscious. Either way, when she did lean forward and I could breath, I had to blink my eyes several times to clear away the black spots that clouded my vision.

[smother sitter]

Alright, so Brenda Marshal and her mom are going to smother and fart on her. It sounds like she fully deserves it. Please go on, I can't wait for more.

[Sauur]

Oooh Mom is gonna join in!!! I love it. I hope this is even more disgusting for her!

[hellgrinder]

haha, excellent excellent! please continue :)

[Bently]

oohh yes!! this gets better and better!! looking forwards for some forced ass sniffing!

[LMRaddock]

Outstanding work. Looking forward to more.

[laffalot]

Chapter 4

She climbed off the bed and laughed at the way I looked, then she seemed to think for a few moments before an evil grin spread across her face. “I just thought of a way we could spend our time while we wait for my mom and dad. You can clean my feet with your tongue. I’ve never had my feet worshiped before.”

I was still in a daze after being nearly smothered unconscious and still reeling over the news that her folks were on there way over to do who knows what, and now she wanted me to lick her nasty feet. She bounded up onto the bed and swung her feet over my head, holding them about a foot above me. I might as well tell you now that I have always had this thing about feet, I generally hate them. Feet have always kind of grossed me out in a way and I think that I half expected hers to be real bad. You know like ‘walk around all week barefoot’ bad. The kind of feet that have dirt ground in to the soles so that no matter how hard you scrub them they still look dirty. As I reluctantly looked up at her feet hovering over me I realized that they at least appeared to be clean and well taken care of. Still, I didn’t want them anywhere near my face. I decided to beg.

“Please Brenda don’t do this, you’ve done enough already, and you said you would let me go if I made you…” the word cum was on my lips but I was embarrassed to say it. I think I still couldn’t quite believe that I had made her cum in the first place. She finished the sentence for me.

“If you made me CUM? That’s right I did say that didn’t I. Well, I changed my mind, and since you’re in no condition to stop me, I’m going to continue until I get tired of you. Besides, I’ve got a lot of anger issues to work out and we’ve only just begun.” With that she lowered her feet onto my face and began to rub them all over. They may have looked clean, but they certainly didn’t smell clean. I can only describe the smell as moldy cheese funk, and it was making my stomach do flip flops. Alright, I know what you’re thinking, I had already been subjected to her raunchy crotch rot smell and two devastating farts, why complain about a sweaty foot smell? Well, in the days that followed this ordeal I thought about that question, and I think the reason her feet made me nearly vomit was all about perception. You see, as I’ve stated earlier, I’ve always been a closet lesbian, but have never had the opportunity to be with a woman. When I was forced to lick Brenda’s pussy, as much as I hate to admit it, I wanted to do it. My first lesbian encounter was not at all what I expected, but it was exciting, in a taboo sort of way, and I think that even though the smell was bad and the fear was real, I kept my lunch down because I was turned on. Her feet however, stimulated something else, my gag reflex.

As she rubbed her feet over my face she was really taunting me now, as if she realized how much I despised them. “OHH you don’t like my feet do you. Do they smell good? A washed them yesterday so they shouldn’t be that bad, but you know I do tend to sweat a lot.” I was squirming and twisting and trying not to breathe, but she was relentless and kept finding my nose and mouth. I would take little sips of air through my mouth in an attempt to not smell the funk again, but she wised up to that and suddenly, I had my nose pinched shut tightly between the toes of her left foot and she was trying to cram her right foot into my mouth. My teeth were clenched but then she did something unexpected, she tickled me. The sacks that kept me secured also exposed my belly and she grabbed my side and squeezed and I really screamed. I loath being tickled, to me it’s torture and I melted into a giggling screaming puddle while her foot went deep into my mouth. The tickling overpowered my senses, and for about fifteen seconds (that seemed much longer to me) I didn’t care that her foot was in my mouth. Then she stopped the tickling and before she pulled her foot out of my mouth, she wiggled her toes around so I got a good taste. I started gagging and my stomach heaved a few times, threatening to spew that mornings breakfast all over the place.

Then she was looking me in the eyes and smiling as I fought the nausea. “You didn’t like my toes very much did you?” I shook my head and scowled. “I got the idea that you don’t like to be tickled either.” I shivered in fear because she knew my weak spot now and I was helpless to stop her from exploiting it. “How about we make a deal? I’ll take the sack off your legs if you suck on my feet until my mom and dad get here. That rope is pretty tight and I know it must be uncomfortable as hell, so if you agree, I’ll take that sack off.”

I wanted the sack off my legs because I thought that I might be able to escape this crazy bitch, but the thought of sucking her feet repulsed me. Maybe it would work though. “If I say yes, will you take the sack off first, my legs are really starting to hurt.” I asked timidly. I wanted to lull her into a false sense of power over me and then when she least expected it I would spring my plan. Maybe it wasn’t exactly a plan, but I was telling myself that as soon as my legs were free, I would kick, jump, run, whatever it took to get out of here before her parents showed up. With my legs free, I figured the possibilities were endless.

“I will, but if you back out of the deal and don’t suck my toes, I’ll tickle you until you agree or until my folks get here.”

That was scary. What if I couldn’t get away when my legs were free. I would have to either suck her nasty feet or get tickled and neither option was ideal. Now I was having second thoughts and started thinking that maybe I should just decline the whole deal. “What if I say no, just leave the sack on?” I had a feeling that I knew the answer before she confirmed it.

“Then I’ll tickle you non-stop until my parents get here. That should be about fifteen more minutes.” There was a twinkle in her eyes and I knew that she was serious. At that point I realized that I had no choice but to agree with her deal and try to escape when I was free, like I originally planned.

“Okay” I said “I’ll do it after you untie my legs.” But that wasn’t good enough for her.

“You’ll do what? I want you to say it.”

I didn’t want to play along. “I’ll do what you want me to do if you untie my legs.”

“You need to say that you’ll lick my feet or it’s no deal.”

She was really pissing me off at this point, but I bit my tongue and said it. “Okay, I’ll lick your feet if you untie my legs.”

“Good” She was so fucking smug I wanted to bash her face in. As she started to loosen up the ropes around my legs, I was having visions of wrapping my strong legs around her neck and choking the life out of her, you know like you see in the movies. She got all the ropes loose and I was just waiting for the sack to come off to make my move when she did something unexpected. She climbed on top of me and sat on my waist. She started sliding the sack down and as she did, she slid her ass down lower until she was sitting on my knees. I was unable to move my legs with her fat ass sitting on them and when the sack was gone she took rope and began tying my feet, first one then the other. I couldn’t see what she was doing but I could feel her wrapping something around each foot several times.

“What the fuck are you doing!” I screamed at her and tried sitting up. Without my hands free and with her weight on my knees, I couldn’t. “Get the fuck off me, we had a deal bitch!” I was furious with her, but she calmly replied.

“Our deal was for me to remove the sack from your legs. I did that. I never said that I was gonna leave you completely untied though. Do you think I’m stupid?”

She climbed off the bed pulling my left leg with her and somehow clipped it to something on that side. For a moment, my right leg was free and I tried to kick her away, but I couldn’t see well enough and she grabbed that leg also, pulled it across to the opposite side, and clipped that leg just like my left leg. I was now out of the leg sack, but my legs were spread wide with just my shorts and underwear on. I tested the new bonds and found that they were quite capable of holding me, but I wasn’t done and when she slid her weight off of me, I pulled both feet up which actually dragged my upper body down toward the foot of the bed. I think at that point I was just desperate and was hoping something would happen to my advantage. It didn’t work though because she saw me trying again to sit up and she pushed me down. My knees were up in the air now and she slung her leg over me again, this time facing my feet, with her ass over my chest, and started to untie the bottom of the sack. This turned out to not be a good thing because as my hands became free, she wrapped straps around my wrists. Then she slid back, which put her lard ass in my face again, and untied the next two ropes around the sack, freeing my arms up to my elbows. I still couldn’t do much as she clipped first one and then the other arm just like both legs. This, at first, put a painful strain on my arms as they were pulled aside at an awkward angle, however, I was in no position to complain because her immense ass was squashing my face again. As she got off, she pulled the sack over the top of my head and I was finally able to see around the room and to inspect my bindings. What I had thought was rope was actually a strap that she wrapped twice around each arm and leg and had attached to strong clips that seemed to be attached to the bed somehow. For a moment I thought I might be able to reach the clip and free my hands, but that didn’t work. She was behind me, having just pulled the sack off, and I saw out of the corner of my eye she ducked down low and yanked something under the bed, which pulled the straps around my wrist tight so that I was now stretched fully spread eagle. I couldn’t move and I got so angry at that point. I had been angry before, but this new development was just so discouraging. I had thought that being bundled up in the sacks was bad, but this was almost worse because now I was so exposed. At least I could see around the room.

“There,” Brenda seemed pleased with herself “now I can see you better, but I think that you are way too overdressed.” My heart sank when she said that. She reached over to a table and picked up a big pair of stainless steel scissors. I shivered and shook my head. “Brenda please stop, you’ve made your point. I was a bitch and a terrible person and deserved what you’ve already done to me, but this is going too far now.” she was using the scissors on my shirt, slowly and carefully slicing up along my belly. I was crying and my nose was running and I was blubbering like a child who got sent to bed without dinner. “Stop this madness. You’re insane.” She wasn’t even listening. Soon, my shirt and sports bra were gone and then my shorts and underwear. I was helpless, I was naked, and I was at the mercy of a crazy person.

[Sauur]

Laffalot this is an awesome story! I love the look into her mind and the vulnerable position she is in. Very good work.

[qrb912]

OMG! She dose not know how god she has it. I will trade places with her right now.

[Bently]

what a brilliant story, really fantastic. hope there are plenty more tears to come, and a sweaty crack to wipe her nose in! thank you.

[laffalot]

Chapter 5
She climbed back onto the bed and said “It’s time to hold up your end of the bargain.” while swinging her feet over my head.

I started to panic, knowing that I couldn’t actually suck her feet like she wanted, I started to beg her. “Wait, wait, wait Brenda please-I have a phobia about feet, I’ll get sick to my stomach, seriously you have to believe me.”

Her feet remained above my face “You agreed to suck my feet if I took the sack off your legs and I took both sacks off. You either suck my feet or I’ll tickle you bitch.”

Tickling was at least as bad if not worse “I’m sorry that I agreed to it but you left me no choice because I can’t stand being tickled either, I’d go crazy. You have to understand that you gave me two choices that are both real bad for me.” She seemed to be contemplating my words and even though I didn’t believe it would help, at least it bought me some time.

Then she shocked me “Okay, I’ll give you one more option.” I rejoiced while she climbed off the bed and walked to a bureau on the other side of the room. She came back carrying a scary looking dildo. It was about seven inches long and shaped like a realistic erect penis, with veins and everything, and it was black. At the base of the dildo where the balls should have been was a thick strap and under the strap was another penis shaped dildo sticking out the opposite end. The difference was that this dildo was about one third the size of the larger one, measuring probably two and a half inches long. It was nearly as thick as the longer one, but not quite.

“If you don’t want to worship my feet right now, then you have to wear this.” I thought that she wanted to stick it in me and that had me worried, but what she did next shook me up even more. She put the small end into her mouth to get it wet, then stuck it into her pussy. “I need to get this end ready for your mouth first.” she leered. She worked it around inside for about one minute and I could hear liquidy squelches. When she pulled it out, I could see milky, creamy slime covering it.

“What’s it gonna be? My feet, or this.” she held it in front of my face and I could smell her strong crotch odor. I wanted to scream ‘neither you fat, smelly bitch’, but I was in no position to do that. Besides, I was scared of what she would do to me. Reluctantly, I opened my mouth and she inserted it. I could immediately feel and taste the slime that had come from up inside her and when the strap came to rest on my lips, I realized just how deep the thing went into my mouth. The tip was all the way to the back of my tongue and I had to fight back the sudden urge to gag. When she secured the strap around the back of my head, I couldn’t spit it out. It’s strange having something like that in your mouth that you can’t spit out. It’s so big that you can’t help but suck on it because your mouth automatically starts watering and you have to keep swallowing or else you’ll choke. It’s like your brain is hardwired to make your mouth start producing saliva whenever anything is placed in your mouth, even if it’s not food, to start the digestion process. At least it washed away her funky taste quickly.

Now I had this large, black, phallic toy standing erect over my mouth and was worried about what she planned to do with it, and now I also couldn’t talk. This was about the time when I started to really worry about my decision. Maybe her feet wouldn’t have been that hard to deal with, I thought. At least I would have been able to talk. Then the bitch started in again.

“Look at you now. You look so good like that, I just have to get a picture of you.”

‘OMG she can’t be fucking serious’ is what went through my mind, but she was. She took several pics from several different angles and I was completely helpless to stop her. Then, as she was busy snapping away she said she was going to sell the pictures to an online porn site. “Just think” she added to my shame “all the creepy guys out there who will be jerking their dicks while looking at your pathetic pictures. You’re gonna be a star. Smile” SNAP. I’ve never been a violent person in my life, but at that moment, if I had my hands free, I felt as though I could have gouged her eyes out and pissed down the sockets. Or maybe just shove this ridiculous dildo in the sockets.

Then there was a knock on the door and my heart skipped a beat or two. “Don’t go anywhere.” the cunt giggled and wrapped a robe around her as she headed out. I started struggling for all I was worth, hoping beyond hope that I could break something and get loose. She was gone for a while, to me it seemed like maybe fifteen minutes, but it was hard to keep track because there was no clock available. When the door opened, Brenda was not there, but her mother Kelly and her father Bill was. If there was a way to plead to someone with your eyes, that’s what I was doing. The only sounds I could make around the gag in my mouth was mewling whines and I hoped that they were responsible enough to help me escape. I remembered both Kelly and Bill from when I had hung around Brenda and I always liked them both. They had always treated me very good and I wanted them to be the same loving, caring people that I remembered. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.

Kelly had put on some weight since I had last seen her, a lot of weight. I remembered her to be about the same size Brenda is now, but she had put on at least a hundred pounds. Bill hadn’t changed, he was always skinny as a rail. What I noticed now though was that he was totally submissive to Kelly. They had always seemed like such a normal couple when I knew them, but here in this situation, she was the boss. No, scratch that, she was the queen and he was her slave. It was so weird.

“Well, well, well, look what we have to play with today.“ Kelly sounded a lot like her daughter. “Brenda did a good job getting’ you ready for us. She’s young, but she’s a fast learner, and I’m so proud of her. She used to think of you as a sister, probably even had a crush on you, but then you went and got all popular and shit. Poor Brenda was so devastated by the way you treated her. But now, you’re here and today you are going to learn a very important lesson.” She pulled off her top and I saw the largest bra holding in the biggest slabs of breast meat I have ever seen. Bill quickly moved behind her and unlatched the overworked bra and her breasts dropped several inches as her bra slid off her arms and fell to the floor. Her distended, flabby belly seemed to catch her tits. Bill then got down low and pulled down her immense pants and underwear. Soon, she was naked and looking at me with a terrifying smile.

She came to the side of the bed and climbed on, putting a tremendous strain on the frame. Then, she rolled on top of me. The weight of her whole body on top of me was nearly more than I could handle. Her flab seemed to completely envelop me and she pushed her huge melons up so they were on both sides of my head, the black dildo sticking up between them. She was so heavy, I thought my eyes were going to pop out of their sockets. I was looking up at her between her breasts and I heard her say to her husband “I can’t wait to get this thing inside me. Get over here and help me.” She started sliding herself up and I saw Bill trying to help her. She was planning on sitting on the damn dildo that was sticking up out of my mouth, and I couldn’t stop her. Before long, she was standing over me and I was looking up between her massive thighs.

“Lets go Billy, get me wet so I can put it in.” she ordered. She leaned forward and Bill climbed onto the bed, straddled my waist with his knees, and stuck his face into her pussy. I could hear and see him licking and slurping away, and soon her lips were glistening wet and spread wide. With that, she bent at the knees and lowered herself down. Bill grabbed the tip of the dildo and lined it up and I had to watch in abject horror as she slid lower and lower until she bottomed out. This had to be the low point of the day, I told myself. Unfortunately, I was so wrong.

[qrb912]

This story has got to keep going!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Logan]

I'm enjoying the story thanks for sharing it with us. I know how much time it takes and I for one appreciate it.

[laffalot]

Okay folks, here at long last is the final chapter. Hope you all enjoy the twist at the end.

Chapter 6
I only remember some of what happened next, because at some point during this humiliation, I passed out from lack of air. What I do remember was quite terrifying. When Kelly sat down completely on the dildo sticking out of my mouth, it was like a total eclipse. Her rotund belly totally blocked out all light and her meaty thighs clamped my head tightly, sealing my ears. All I could hear was my own heartbeat. For a moment I could breathe, albeit the air was quite foul. Then, as if she sensed that I was still getting air and wanted to remedy that, she tilted her waist forward, putting my nose between the folds of her vagina. This move effectively sealed off my only airway. I thought that she would start sliding up and down on the toy but instead, she kept her slit pressed against my face and twitched her hips back and forth, rubbing her clitoris on the tip of my nose. I couldn’t get any air through my mouth with the dildo effectively sealing that, and with her sitting the way she was, my nose was all but sealed also. For a time, maybe five minutes or less, I was getting just enough air to stay conscious. With her wiggling her hips around I took in partial breaths whenever I could, however, she was building herself toward and orgasm and was getting very wet in the process, which meant that her juices were going up my nose. I thought I was going to drown in her wetness and I was freaking out. Then, the last thing I remember was when she got real still and tensed up. She was cumming and had totally disregarded me. My meager air supply was cut off completely and I blacked out.

I have no idea how long I was unconscious, but I think that my brain had been starved of oxygen for so long, that I was out for a while. Kelly had gotten off of me and had taken the dildo out of my mouth also. Maybe they had been worried that I wouldn’t wake up. As I came to, it took several seconds to focus my eyes and my head was pounding. I could hear Kelly talking but my head was so screwed up at that point that I could only make out some words. I heard “on her chest” and “above her tits” and then “ass cushion” or something, I couldn’t be sure.

Someone came to the side of the bed and I struggled to clear my eyesight so I could see who it was. I could tell by her voice it was Kelly. “Oh look, the ass cushion has woke up.” she said. Then she spoke to me “You were out for quite a while girl. I was getting worried, thought I had caused some real damage. Now that you’re awake, my other ass cushion, Billy, is going to put a brand on you so everyone will know that you are nothing but a seat. You see, Billy is a tattoo artist and I’ve ordered him to give you a one of a kind tattoo across you’re chest that will identify you as a cushion for people like me to sit on. Isn’t that wonderful?”

Well wonderful wasn’t exactly the word I was thinking and with the dildo out of my mouth I was ready to tell her a thing or two. “Look,” I reasoned “don’t you think this has gone on long enough? You nearly killed me just now. I’ve learned my lesson and…” she shut me up with her mammoth jugs this time, leaning over me and smothering me in her sweaty tit sacks. I could hear her shouting “Shut the hell up you stupid bitch or I’ll knock you the fuck out again!”
She squeezed her tits together, pinning my face between them and I couldn’t breathe again. My mind remembered getting smothered unconscious and I started freaking out and without even realizing it I bit her tit. It wasn’t hard enough to draw blood but I certainly got her attention. She reared up, yelling profanities and slapped me across the face.

While I was catching my breath and reeling from getting slapped, she retrieved something from the bureau and returned to my side. The thing she had in her hand was a strap with a ring attached in the middle and a hard plastic tube attached to the ring. The ring was about the size of a half dollar and the tube was about one inch long. I had no idea what it was for until she tried to get me to open my mouth, then I realized that the tube was supposed to go into my mouth and the ring would hold my mouth wide open. I clenched my teeth shut, determined to deny her, but she had a way. First, she pinched my nose shut. I twisted back and forth but someone started to tickle my feet. I screamed and suddenly felt the tube enter my mouth and she forced the ring past my teeth. Soon, she had secured the strap behind my head and then she picked up something else from the floor behind me. It was a frame made out of heavy plastic. She grabbed a handful of my hair, picked up my head, and slid the frame under. When she dropped my head, it slid right into the frame. She then fixed a strap over my forehead so I couldn’t raise up. The base of the frame was wide so I couldn’t turn my head from side to side. I screamed for all I was worth but with the tube in my mouth it was useless. Once again, I couldn’t talk, but now I couldn’t move my head either.

This was bad, but things were about to get worse, much worse. Kelly turned again and when she turned back, she had a large funnel in her hand, and she dropped the narrow end into the ring in my mouth. The funnel fit perfectly and there was nothing I could do about it.

“I’ll teach you a fucking lesson that you won’t soon forget.” she snapped as she started to climb back on the bed. It suddenly became clear to me what she was intending to do and I couldn’t stop her. I could only watch in disbelief as she stood up over me, legs straddling my head, and squatted down, until she settled lightly on top of the funnel. I heard and smelled it before the actual pungent liquid hit the back of my throat, filling my mouth with the revolting flavor of her piss. It was hot and sharp, stinging the back of my esophagus and I was unable to spit it back out. I tried so hard to not swallow, closing my throat with my tongue and forcing myself to try to remain calm and breath through my nose. In seconds, my mouth was filled to overflowing and the salty yellow fluid was filling up the funnel. I was terrified of swallowing it and was determined to somehow not swallow it when I looked up and saw Bill standing behind my head and he reached in and pinched my nose shut. I heard him talking, whispering almost, as if he was trying to help me.

“Go on, don’t fight it, just swallow it. It’s not so bad. You get used to it. It’ll be better this way.”

With tears rolling down my face and a certainty that I was going to die, I swallowed. I had to, I was out of air. The first gulp seemed to burn all the way down to my stomach and my throat tried to tighten up, but with so much still in the funnel, and she was still peeing, there was a split second where I tried to stop any more from going down, then it just flowed down my throat. I wasn’t even swallowing, just trying to not drown while the rancid drink swirled down the funnel like water going down the drain. Luckily for me, Bill had saw me swallow and let go of my nose so I could now breathe. By the time she stopped peeing, it felt like I had just swallowed a gallon of the worst tasting drink ever. Before she climbed off me, Bill bent close to my ear and whispered “Good girl”.

As Kelly clambered off me, Bill rolled a table over to the side of the bed and I could see the tools of his trade on top. He was going to go through with the tattoo.
I was shaking all over, wishing I would just die and that’s when Brenda walked back into the room and announced that she had to take a piss. I watched in abject horror as she clambered up over me, just as her mother did, and start to piss into the funnel. I couldn’t take anymore My stomach was revolting, and as the hot pungent liquid hit the back of my throat, I gagged and thought ‘this is it’. I was sure that I was going to die, strapped down to this horrible bed, covered in female cum and piss. I struggled to not drown as once more my throat seemed to open and the fluid sloshed down to join the scalding mess her mother had sent down there moments earlier. My stomach felt too full to hold anymore, but it kept coming and then I could feel the prickly sensation of the tattoo needle as Bill began his work.

I think it was all too much for me because I could feel my mind slipping at that point. I know how strange that sounds, and maybe I was in shock or something, but I went away in my head to another place. I may have lost consciousness also, I don’t remember.
The next cognizant memory I had was waking up in this facility. I had no idea how I got here, or how long I had been here. The nurse told me I had been here for two years and have been unresponsive. I know how crazy my story must sound, but you have to believe me, it’s exactly what happened. I want them all arrested and thrown in prison. They tortured me and degraded me and I want justice.

The screen went blank and a mature lady with graying hair reached over and hit the stop button, “That‘s quite a story.” she said, and shivered noticeably. The director of operations at the Vinalhaven Psychiatric Institute was sitting in her expensive office chair pondering the video that had just completed of Jessica Sampson. Jessica had been admitted almost two years ago and had been catatonic until one week ago when she unexpectedly woke up and started talking. “Did you check into it?”

Jessica’s doctor, Dr, Carol Tanner, had been sitting on the couch watching the video again. “Absolutely” she said. “It appears that there is no truth whatsoever to her claims of kidnapping and rape. It all happened in her own head.”

“But her story was so full of detail, and the tattoo, how do you explain that?”

“We may never find out. Unfortunately, shortly after we recorded that video, she had an episode and became violent. I was forced to have her sedated and restrained. There was a room open in D block, so I have her in there so she won’t harm herself.”

The slight, grey haired director shook her head and sighed. In all her years running this place she had never heard a story like the one she just heard. It gave her chills to think about being at the mercy of people who had no mercy. She was glad to hear that it wasn’t true, and a tiny part of her, way down deep, was a little excited by it. “Thank you Dr. Tanner. Keep me informed if there are any changes. I’ll notify the family that she will remain a patient here indefinitely.”

Dr. Tanner nodded and left the office. Five minutes later, she was buzzed into D block and walked down the hallway past several doors until she stopped at D14. She pulled her keychain, opened the door and entered the room, locking the door behind her. The walls in the room were padded and sitting in the corner, restrained in a straight jacket, was Jessica Sampson.

Dr. Tanner knew that the sedative was quickly wearing off and was glad. “Hello Jessica” she said as she walked to the center of the room. She glanced up at the camera in the far corner of the room to make sure that it had been disabled. That had been the reason that she had chosen this room. “Do you remember me Jessica? I’m Dr. Tanner, I spoke with you earlier.”

Jessica nodded. Her head still felt woozy, but she was rapidly waking up. “Why am I in this?” she motioned to the straight jacket.

“That’s just a precaution dear. It’s so you won’t hurt yourself and so I have better control.”

“Control of what?” Whatever this was, Jessica didn’t like it.
“Jessica, maybe I should explain something to you. My name is Carol Tanner, but my maiden name was Carol Marshal. Brenda Marshal is my sister. You probably don’t remember me because I am eight years older than Brenda and wasn’t around much when you hung out with her. There’s no way I’m going to let you implicate my sister and my parents, so since you are under my care, I’m going to keep you drugged up until I decide to have a little fun.” She grabbed the front of the straight jacket and pulled Jessica into the middle of the floor, dropping her roughly.

“What the hell are you doing!” Jessica screeched.

“These walls are soundproof bitch, so you can scream all you want. No one is coming in here to rescue you so I’m going to use your face for what it’s for. Your face is going to be my cushion.” Standing with one foot on Jessica’s chest to hold her down, the good doctor pulled up her skirt exposing her pantyhose with the crotch cut out, and without skipping a beat, dropped down and straddled her neck. “This is where you belong ass cushion. You’re going to have to get used to servicing me from now on.” And with that, she slid up and placed her crotch on Jessica’s stunned face.

The End

[Sauur]

Oh hell yes! That was an awesome ending to an awesome story. You really have a gift I hope you continue to write!

[SmoochTheCooch]

Read it all in one fell swoop. Amazing.

[mitzat1@bellsouth.net]

GREAT story just read the whole thing keep it up