LondonBob
03-07-2011, 12:16 PM
Here's one that I wrote a few weeks back. It has a few fart scenes in it.
Donna’s Birthday Present.
Rob was a pushover then and he was a pushover now. They’d tricked him so easily. What a wanker! He really was pathetic, and as far as Donna and her mates were concerned he deserved everything that was coming to him. The girls had tied him stark naked to a weights bench. He was on his back and helpless. They had tortured him quite badly and he was terrified. They’d made sure he’d do exactly what he was told. That was how Donna liked it and because it was her birthday, that was how she was going to get it. Rob was never going to stand up to them or fight back. He never did then and he wasn’t going to now.
Rob was at school with Donna. He was the kid her and her friends always beat up and bullied. They loved to humiliate him in front of the other kids, making him kiss their feet and their arses, and forcing him to give them “horsey rides.” They’d get on his back, sometimes two at a time and he’d have to let them ride him whilst one of the other girls kicked him up the bum and told him to giddiup. Donna used to like beating him up and then sitting on his face and forcing him to tell her how nice her knickers smelled. It made the other girls in her gang laugh, but secretly for Donna it was always a huge turn on for her. She was shy to tell her friends how much it turned her on at the time. It was only some years later, five days before her 25th birthday that she finally summoned up the courage to fess up how she'd always fantasised about going much further. Her friends, most of them from school had seen Rob around from time to time. He was still a “sad ugly fucking loser and such an easy target,” so the girls decided to kidnap him for a day or two and let Donna live out her sexual fantasy as her birthday present. In return she had to put on a good show for them just the way she did back in school, humiliating and debasing him for their entertainment. They hit on the idea of a weekend party, just the old gang, and also Donna’s younger twenty two year old sister.
Rob had thought that his days at school were far behind him. In truth they had never left him. Having been bullied by these girls for so many years back at school he’d become painfully shy and unable to make any friends. He lived alone, had no job and certainly no girlfriend. He was short, skinny and was pretty geeky. Most of his time was spent alone with his computers. He wasn’t exactly what you’d call a ladies man. That Friday afternoon he’d thought his luck had changed when he was chatted up by a very pretty girl at the bus stop outside his house. As they chatted on the bus she seemed to really like him but it turned out she was just luring him into a trap set by the girls who’d made his school days such a misery. As he followed her into the house he was set upon by four girls who punched and kicked him to the ground. Just the same as he was at school all those years back, Rob was too weak to fight back.
A few hours before Donna arrived for her birthday weekend party the girls had him stripped naked and tied helpless to a bench. He could hardly move. His legs were splayed open. Debbie and Laura whipped him with riding crops whilst Sharon slapped his exposed balls. He would have howled with pain if it hadn’t been for his own underwear they’d stuffed into his mouth. The pretty girl from the bus stop was Donna’s younger sister, Rachel, who spat in his face and laughed at the idea that a girl like her could be interested in such a loser like him. Melissa shoved a huge dildo up his arse and told him that it was Donna’s birthday and she could do whatever she liked to him and he had to take it and smile. Sharon grabbed his balls in her hand and squeezed gently. She removed his Y fronts from his mouth, wiped Rachel’s spit off his face and told him to do everything he was told or she’d really make him suffer. Sharon squeezed his balls a little harder to reiterate her point. He was made to thank them each in turn for the beating they’d given him by kissing their bums and feet. Then they made him explain how he was a total loser and deserved everything he got. He said everything they told him to say. It was all to easy turning Rob into a terrified slave who would do exactly as he was ordered. The power rush was exhilarating for all of them.
With the exception of Rachel none of the girls were what you’d call pretty. They were hard girls, not the type who got chatted up too often. They hadn’t had much experience of sex and they were all looking forward to making the most of Rob’s obedient tongue and nose, “well it certainly isn’t going to be his cock is it” laughed Laura. But this was Donna’s birthday and so they waited their turn.
Donna arrived and squealed with joy at her not such a surprise birthday present. She’d prepared herself especially, wearing her underwear for a good five days and not being too fastidious about her personal hygiene. Donna kept catching whiffs of herself and the thought of forcing her filth right onto Rob’s stupid face was a real turn on for her. She couldn’t wait to get started. Her friends were gathered round waiting for the show to begin. Donna was quite drunk, it was her birthday after all. Her friends were also very drunk. The alcohol made them lose any inhibitions they may have had.
Donna loved her friends. They were a wild bunch but this was something really special. She knew what made them laugh, but this time, many years on from school, she was going to act out the scenario properly. She knew the routine. It had made them laugh then, it would make them laugh even more now. It had been a long time since Donna had bullied Rob and she was most amused to see he was still such a sad loser after all these years. Laura started videoing. Something for their personal video library or perhaps You Tube if Rob didn't behave himself. Rob was too beaten and frightened to do anything except exactly what he was told.
“So Rob, you haven’t told me how gorgeous I look after all these years” Donna taunted. The reality was that like her friends, she was a little bit overweight and compared to her prettier sister, rather plain, but Rob did his best. For ten or fifteen minutes she had her friends roaring in drunken laughter as she made him tell her how gorgeous she was and what an honour it would be to serve her as her personal seat again after all these years. Every time he stuttered, she’d slap him and force him to "say it better, with more conviction." She told him how she’d worn her knickers for five days and had her friends crying with laughter when she made him tell everyone that he was going to be her personal knicker washer. Melissa asked if she could pop hers in the wash too cos they were proper filthy.
After much amusement for the girls Donna couldn’t wait any longer. She hitched up her denim skirt, removed her leggings and thick tights, straddled his face and started to grind rhythmically on his features pushing down as hard as she could. She kept catching strong smells of stale urine from her panties that made her eyes water. Her friends were cheering her on and then she stopped and held her hand up to signal for everyone to keep quiet. She rose up from his face a little and let out an enormous smelly fart. She collapsed back down laughing and continued to grind. She pummeled his face harder and harder until she finally came with a gush into her knickers.
After a few minutes recovery time she dismounted to much cheering from her friends and removed her wet and excessively soiled underwear. She showed him all the stains and pushed them in front of his nose. And then to the jeers and laughter of her friends gathered around, Donna made him beg for the honour of cleaning them. He was almost convincing and all the girls were having the most hilarious time of it. Rob was proving to be incredible entertainment. Donna popped the foul smelling black satin panties into his mouth and told him she was going for a crap. When she got back she warned him that they’d better be clean or she’d let the girls loose on him to piss all over his stupid face. Poor Rob. How could he have known that’s what Donna had planned all along.
Whilst Donna was in the toilet Melissa wandered over to him. She had her knickers in her hand. They were a pair of threadbare purple cotton knickers with a few holes in them. She showed him a couple of nasty skid marks on the back and sneered at Rob. “I see you’ve done well for yourself since leaving school. What is it you’re doing nowadays, oh you’re a washing machine” she said as she pushed her heavily soiled knickers into his moth, which was already quite full with Donna’s filthy underwear. “Maybe if he can't get them stains out we’ll have to sack him as our washing machine and he can be our official toilet instead” Debbie piped in. Debbie was really looking forward to pissing in his face. It was something she’d always wanted to do to a bloke and this weekend it was actually going to happen. Meanwhile Sharon felt a rumble in her stomach and took position over Rob’s face.
After a nice long dump, Donna returned, annoyed that she’d missed some of the action, and by the sound of things a damn good laugh. Sharon who was wearing jeans was sitting on his face. She’d just farted and was busy brewing another which she let rip loud and long just as Donna came back into the room. It was so funny seeing Rob with his mouth full of dirty knickers having to breathe in her stink through his nose.
Sharon dismounted and Donna’s face came back into his view. She recoiled as she pulled her friends knickers from his mouth. She hadn’t suspected there’d be another pair, and they were almost as filthy as her own. She threw them away in disgust and then pulled her pair out to check them over, see how well Rob had done in getting out those stubborn stains. Again, playing to the audience she began inspecting them, showing him all the nasty stains that he’d failed to wash out. She kept slapping his face harder and harder telling him what a useless tosser he was. He kept trying to apologise and begged to be given another chance to do it properly. Donna and her friends were loving it.
Then Donna told Rob that she hadn’t wiped her arse since using the loo. Rob was made to say how much of an honour it would be to have the opportunity of being her toilet paper. The girls all joked about how they had given him a whole new career. Meanwhile Donna, now naked under her skirt swung her leg over his face and pulling her bum cheeks far apart, she lowered her dirty anus right onto his mouth. He started to probe lightly with his tongue. Donna stood up and slapped his face really hard over and over. “Lick it fucking properly you sad arse licking fuck” she said, punctuating each word with a slap.
She again pushed her unwiped anus crudely onto his mouth and this time he licked like he meant it. Donna pushed down hard in total ecstasy. She’d never felt anything like this. She grabbed a riding crop and started to beat him forcing him to probe his tongue deeper and harder up her dirty bottom. She bounced smashing her bum onto his ardent tongue, up and down before finally holding her arse cheeks wide apart and smearing herself all over his face Donna melted into the most exquisite orgasm she’d ever had.
She spent a few moments recovering. Her friends were impressed with the force of her climax and the look of sheer ecstasy on her face. Donna’s sister, Rachel, the pretty girl who’d lured Rob into the trap was beside herself with excitement. After Donna finally dismounted Rachel, not wanting to sit on her sisters filth, washed Rob’s shit smeared face thoroughly ready to have a go, but before she could climb on, Sharon had deftly removed her jeans and panties and sat on Rob’s face first, ready to have her fanny licked. Rachel was upset but Sharon was much bigger than her so she bit her lip and waited her turn.
Sharon was enjoying the ride. She loved the feel of his nose on her anus as his tongue flicked around her clitoris. It was just heaven. She’d never been properly licked out but even better she was sitting on his face forcing him to do it. The idea that it was horrible for him was a real turn on. She could feel him try to scream as Melissa rammed her huge dildo back up into his rectum, and then to the thought of pissing in his face, Sharon had a perfect orgasm. When she’d done she sat heavily for a while muffling his screams as Melissa raped his arse. When Melissa was done and his screams had become a quiet sob Sharon stood a little and told him to open his mouth wide. She had a real nasty look on her face.He knew what she wanted to do and pleaded with her to spare him this terrible fate.
Donna was incensed. He should be begging for the honour of being her toilet. Sharon and the other girls agreed but at the thought of being forced to swallow piss Rob just broke down and started crying, pleading to be released. There was Donna, Rachel, Laura, Sharon, Debbie and Melissa all watching his pitiful breakdown but rather than invoke any feelings of mercy, his pleas only helped entertain them more. With a smirk Melissa picked up her purple cotton knickers that Donna had thrown away and stuffed them back, skid marks first, into his mouth. Laura and Debbie also removed their panties, but not before each of them had “a little accident in them.” The piss soaked material was pushed into his mouth and then Donna taped it shut so he couldn’t spit them out. Sharon, who was quite the sadist, picked up the riding crop and walked menacingly over to Rob and calmly said to him “when I remove that tape and you get to talk again, the first thing you’re going to do is beg all of us to use your mouth as our toilet but first I’m going to teach you why you always do what you’re told.” Then she started to beat his naked balls with the riding crop. He was in agony and even through the gag he was making a lot of noise.
Rachel saw her opportunity, She removed her knickers, squatted over his contorted face, pulled her bum cheeks apart and dropped her anus onto his nose, covering his mouth with her very wet fanny. Luckily for Rob Rachel was slim and relatively light compared to the other girls, or else he would surely have suffocated. It did the job of shutting him up and as he desperately tried to breathe in through his nose Rachel rose slightly and revelled knowing he was taking huge sniffs of her arse hole. She felt a fart coming. Rachel held up her hand as her sister had done earlier. Everyone went quiet, even Sharon stopped whipping his balls. Rachel pushed her pert bottom down onto his nose and then rose up and let out a squeaky fart. In the unimpressed silence that followed, everyone heard his deep sniffs as he struggled to get any sort of oxygen into his lungs, no matter how fetid. Everyone laughed that he had to sniff Rachel’s fart so deeply and that made Rachel feel like a part of the gang. She was after all three years younger than Donna and compared to the other girls in the room she was slim and very pretty. Rachel did so want to try and fit in. She loved how they bullied this bloke. What an ugly geeky twat. He so deserved it.
Rachel did another fart, then Debbie blew a few in his face. Rob was almost suffocating and feeling quite sick from the stink. As Debbie got off his face he desperately snorted in some air and came very close to passing out. Thankfully the tape was ripped from his mouth and the piss soaked and skid marked knickers were removed. He managed to get his breath back just as Sharon showed him the riding crop. This time Rob knew better and begged her and the other girls to use his mouth as their urinal. Sharon pretended that she’d rather use the toilet but Rob begged again and Sharon obliged much to the joy of her friends who were gathered round and having a brilliant time at Donna’s birthday party.
It ended with Rob being dragged by his hair into the bathroom, trussed up like a turkey and thrown face up in the bath. They told him he was going to be their toilet for the weekend and every time one of the girls squatted over his face he had to beg for the honour of what he was about to receive. And for poor Rob it didn’t end there. He was blackmailed into doing exactly what they told him from that day on. Rachel said she’d accuse him of raping her if he ever tried to tell or go to the police. She started to cry and showed Rob just how convincing she could be. All of Donna’s mates were well impressed and from then on Rachel was another one of the gang. Rob was terrified though and knew he had no choice but to do what they told him.
That night Rob's fate was sealed. He became their whipping boy, an object to be used, a pathetic loser idiot who they could humiliate and bully whenever they wanted. But mostly he was Donna's toy, to be her little face cushion, her knicker washer and personal arse licker, and if he begged really properly, she sometimes even allowed him to be her toilet. It was the best birthday present she’d ever had.
smother sitter
03-08-2011, 7:07 PM
Here's another story I found. Hope you enjoy
Good Guy, Bad Cop
Author: Closet Fetishist
Written: 2006
How do you get yourself in these situations Steve, I thought to myself leaving the local jail. People stared at me strangely as I walked to my car and I would have to say they were right for doing so. I must have smelled to high heaven and the only thing I wanted to do was go home, take a shower, and never think of this again. But I am getting ahead of myself; you know nothing of my horrific event. I got a bit of a drive ahead of me so I’ll fill you in on the gruesome details, not that I want to but you seem so interested and maybe I can prevent you from falling victim to my horrid fate though I don’t see how, I really had no say in the matter.
It all started last week, I was rushing home to see something on T.V., some video game console revealing or something like that, and I was going 50 miles per hour in a 25 mile per hour zone but I swear to you traffic allowed for it. Anyways, coming around a corner I saw flashing lights behind me.
“Damn,” I yelled loudly. All those years of careful driving and I had to blow it all and for something really stupid as a something on T.V. There goes my perfect record. I pulled over and practiced my lines, I get quite nervous in stressful situations especially with authority figures but I am always courteous because who’s fault was this really? Anyways, I rolled down my window as the officer got out of the car. I watched him approach in the mirror except when he finally arrived at my window; I noticed he had become a she. She was gorgeous and…wait what the hell was I thinking, I can’t be caught ogling at an officer especially in this position.
“Good day, officer,” my voice managed to squeak out. I cleared my throat. I noticed her name tag read Katherine, a beautiful name I thought to myself.
“Well, sonny, you know how fast you were going?”
“I do officer and would like to apologize for that”
“Hm….really? Think you’re going to get off that easy?”
“Uh…no, of course not officer. I merely know I was wrong and would like to apologize for it.” Truth was, friends of mine have gotten off with such lines but unlike them I meant it.
“I see,” she said in disbelief. “License and registration please.”
“Sure, right away ma’am,” I said as I handed the documents shakily. The officer gave a sly smile looking at my license. Very strange, I thought to myself. Well at least this would be over soon, or so I thought. Kat came back to my car with a rather stern facial expression.
“Step out of the car please,” she ordered.
“Wha…what’s wrong officer,” I stammered.
“This car has been reported stolen; you’re going to have to come down with me to the station.”
“WHAT?!” How could this be I thought to myself, this is my car! My 1990 piece of crap car that I have had for years. (What can I say, it ran well and I was too cheap to buy another). What could I do but cooperate with the officer. I was handcuffed, read my rights, and walked with the officer to her car. Things got scary when I looked into the back seat of the car. The first weird thing was there was no back seat. All there was was a padded cot, like the examining beds at doctors’ offices, which ran from the back seat to the front seat under the driver.
“Um…...” was about all I could say.
“Don’t worry,” Katherine said, laughing.
There wasn’t much I could do with handcuffs on my wrists so I was placed on this cot and Katherine used a jack looking thing to raise the platform. Well, by this time I was downright horrified especially when I noticed that I had a view of the driver’s side of the car. Apparently the driver’s seat had a hole in. I enjoyed the view for a while, seeing the inside roof of a car was very entertaining. Seconds later the driver side door opened and I saw the most sexual sight I would probably ever see. Officer Katherine slid into the car and lowered her pants so only her pink, lace panties were visible to me. Of course this turned on feeling ended when I fully realized where the hell I was. She started the car as if nothing was peculiar. I tried to speak and ask her what the hell was going on.
“Did I not tell you that you had the right to remain silent, and I am sure you’d prefer to use it or I am going to make this a lot worse,” she said, harshly.
I didn’t see how she could, I was already breathing in her horrible smelling ass. I breathed with my mouth to avoid the smell as much as I could but she soon put an end to that. She removed one of her socks and placed it in my mouth.
“That’ll teach you to breath out of your mouth. Now you get the full scent of me.”
This was going to be a long drive, when I was stopped I was about 5 minutes from my house and the ‘local’ police station was 45 minutes from where I lived, and that’s driving fast. I wondered how the hell this was acceptable behavior for law enforcement, this seemed so very cruel. I mean forcing a criminal to have to take in the pungent aromas of an officer’s ass. It must violate something. I decided that the first chance I got I would report this but in the mean time I convinced myself that it could be worse and perhaps this was some way of reforming criminals. My thoughts were cut off by a mildly loud fart and it didn’t come from me. BSSSSSSPPPTTT! Within seconds I smelt the horrid gas and with the sock in my mouth I could do nothing but smell it all.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh,” she said, “Sorry bout that sonny, I had a large lunch. Taco Bell, you know, it’s all just so good.”
I tried to scream out but I could not and what did it really matter anyways. Who would hear me? The smell remained for long time because all the windows in the car were closed up tight and the air conditioning was off. I tried to struggle my way out of the seat but it was no use. Katherine felt me wiggling around and she responded with small fart, BPPPPPPPT. The smell was worse than the first and I was forced to take it all in.
“Don’t try to leave the seat or this will get real bad, real fast; believe me, what I have given you is nothing compared to what I could be giving you. Now keep smelling, I should not have to smell any of my gas.”
I had a feeling I would be experiencing that later, something I would do would anger Kat. I recalled running across sites on the net where people enjoyed this sort of thing. I didn’t know how, this was the worst kind of torture imaginable. I heard a grumble of the officers stomach and I had a feeling I would not like what was to come. Kat, raising herself a bit, split her cheeks and place my face deeper into her ass. Seconds later a long but silent fart ran across my face.
“SBD baby! Ho ya! Enjoy that one, punk,” she said, enthusiastically. She was quite pleased with that fart of hers. I, on the other hand, was not. The smell was awful and I could barely stay conscious and, a few minutes, later I was out. The last thing I heard was, “Pffft…. weakling.”
I awoke in a bit of a haze. I hoped everything had been a dream but no such luck. My eyes focused to reveal a jail cell. I yelled out to see who else was in the lock-up but no one replied. Damn low-crime, small towns. Well in a way, being alone was good except….oh dear! A new thought popped into my mind, what if Officer Katherine comes back to torture me some more. No one could verify my story if there was no one else here. I could try….my thoughts were interrupted when the door opened. I watched as a male officer approached my cell. I decided I would tell him my story. He half listened the whole time and then walked off laughing hysterically. Damn, why would no one believe me? Was the story that unbelievable? Well, actually, upon second thought ya it was. I could barely believe what had happened, myself. My thoughts wandered to what was going to happen next. I sat on the cot thinking for a long time when the door opened a second time. Katherine walked in, approached my cell, and unlocked it. She stepped inside and locked the door behind her. Then she did something I was very surprised to see. She removed all her clothes down to her undergarments. I was turned on, for a few seconds, until she spoke.
“Well slave, you’re going to have to perform better than you did in the car. I have a lot of gas for you and we can’t have me smelling any of it, can we?”
“Now see here ma’am. I am fully prepared to report you.”
“I see, and who is going to believe you?” she said with confidence.
I had to think about that one. I highly doubt anyone would. She interrupted me.
“I thought so. No one will believe you, a common car thief over me, a police officer.”
She was probably right about that. “I’ll find someone, you’ll see.”
“No, you’ll see, she quickly snapped! “You’ll soon learn your place!”
I was turned on and horrified. The dominance of her voice was endearing but I also knew what she was capable of.
“So are we going to make this easy or fun?”
“Um…do I really have a choice?” I asked tensely.
“This time…yes.”
“Given the options, I guess I’ll take the easy way,” I replied, convinced it really didn’t matter.
“Good, so I’ll let you go yourself. Place you head face up in that toilet.”
I noticed the toilet on the way but it was very strange. It obviously was not for normal use because it had a giant hole in the side of it. Kat walked over and raised the lid and I reluctantly placed my head in the pot of the toilet. I already knew what I was in for but I was scared something very unwanted would be added to the session.
“Don’t worry,” she said, almost as if she was asked. “Your crime isn’t harsh enough to go…lets call it ‘hardcore.’”
I was pretty sure I knew what she meant and was very relived or as relived as a person could be when they know they are about to endure hell. With that she placed duct tape over my mouth. At least it was better than the sock. I stared at her ass as she descended onto the seat of the toilet, who cares how much I ogled her now? Like it really mattered at all, if I was going to have to put up with this shit I was going to have whatever pleasure I could get out of this. The pleasure ended minutes later. I could no longer see since Katherine’s ass closed out all light. I heard a large grumbling coming from…above but all that came out was a tiny squeaker of a fart. PSST. The size unfortunately did not matter because the smell was rank.
“Ha,” Katherine shouted. “Looks like the greatest presents can come in small packages. What do you think, Stevie?”
I tried to talk but I couldn’t get enough oxygen. My legs thrashed and kicked to escape the smell but I knew it was no use. It was a natural body reaction to try to escape bad situations anyway possible, no matter how useless. I had to endure this gas for a long time and before it had cleared I heard Katherine adjust herself on the seat and suddenly, BPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTT! A huge fart blew into my face. The smell was downright unbearable and I soon found myself short of breath. My breathing became heavy and I knew I was about to pass out. This very much angered Kat.
“What the hell! How am I supposed to work my ‘magic’ if you can’t stay conscious for more than a few minutes.” She rose from the seat and as she did let a pretty large blast escape her. BPPPPPPFFFFTTT! “Damn you! That was a good one and now I have to smell it. I should not have to smell it, slave!” Regardless of what she said, I still smelled the fart and it was awful. Luckily I had fresh air now so the smell was entirely tolerable. Kat came into my view; I was still in the toilet mind you so I had a limited field of view, and she was fuming mad. “You know what, STEVE. I have something special planned for you but now its time to sleep.” She raised the lid and grabbed me by the neck. She threw me against the wall and proceeded then to lower her underwear. My eyes went wide as I watched the bare ass come toward me rapidly. I heard the door open and noticed that the male officer I talked to earlier entered the lock-up. He saw me and Kat and what she was doing. I thought to myself yes, now he had to believe me but what he did made my heart sink. He smiled! He knew what she was doing and didn’t care. I truly was alone. I was soon pressed hard against the wall with Kat’s ass and within seconds she produced a barrage of farts. PSSSSOOT, BSSSSST, PFFFFFSSST, BPPPPPPPT. The smell was toxic and within seconds I hit the floor. Katherine left my cell and as the two left I heard them talking.
“Wanna go grab some dinner?”
“Sure, but can we make it Mexican?”
“Ya, why you got something special planned?” Those are the last words I heard before I was unconscious.
I awoke, again, in my cell. ‘Something special’ was the first thought that entered my mind. What could that mean? One thing was for sure, I wouldn’t like it. I sat in my cell, the air in the lock-up was stagnant so the air from the previous session had not cleared and I was still smelling, very clearly, the god awful farts that, a few hours earlier, were directly in my face. I choked a few times from the smell. Kat had not removed the tape from my mouth and I did not dare overstep my bounds and remove it myself. That kind of action seemed like it could end up with deadly consequences. I sat waiting for a while, worried and nervous and nothing was going to cure it except the few moments when I had to fan the air but the thoughts soon returned. I swore this was going to be my life; I was forever going to be Katherine’s….fart slave. An optimistic thought entered my brain. Kat was quite displeased with my inability to stay conscious under her rank ass and smelly farts, maybe she would let me go. Even my ‘happy’ thoughts turned bad when I realized she’d probably just kill me when she got tired of me. I tried to shake the thought but I couldn’t. After a time span that seemed like hours passed, I heard the door open and Kat came in. She was wearing all leather and in the rear there was a section where her ass was almost completely exposed. She was alluring and I was turned on but my mind knew what was really going on and what was going to happen, well not all of it. She entered the cell and did not lock the door behind her. She walked to me very sensually and I could not help but give her a slight grin, I am after all a man. To my surprise she smiled back but she also punched me quite hard in the nards. I was totally incapacitated and doubled over on the floor. She dragged me from my cell to some room at the far end of the lock-up. The sign on the door read, “‘Gas’ Chamber.” I would have found it humorous at another time perhaps but this sign just taunted me of what was to come, as I remained in pain. We entered and I took a rather unfocused look around the room but I could clearly see it was decorated like medieval dungeon. (Very quaint) I noticed also that there were all kinds of ‘equipment’ in here, from something that looked like a rack to a common couch. I was forced to my feet and had my tape very harshly removed. I screamed out in pain and received a swift slap across the face. I repulsed back into a corner. I had never been more scared for my life as that moment right then. Never had anyone been so harsh with me, ever, and I did not like it but I guess liking it would be besides the point in this situation. I spoke my first word I had in hours.
“Kat….why…?” I managed to struggle out before she slapped me again. I became teary eyed.
“IT’S MISTRESS KATERINE IN HERE and you shall be called nothing more than slave, you piece of dirt!” She noticed my watery eyes. “Ah, poor baby has had enough? Well, you should have thought of that before you stole that car,”
“But I didn’t…..”
“Save it for the judge, slave! Now for some fresh tape.” I knew any action I took to fight the Mistress would be stupid on my part so I decided, though I really had no say in the matter, to be her wiling slave. This was going to be a long night I feared. Almost as if she read my mind she said, “Oh ya! That reminds me,” she walked over to me and placed several pills in my mouth and forced me to swallow them. “Those are pep-pills, there should be no more passing out problems.” She then proceeded to put the tape over my mouth and ordered me over to what looked like a massage bed. The only differences were that it had restraints and was much lower to the ground then its counterparts. Strangely, I was strapped to the bottom facing up but soon it all made sense when my head was restrained to where the hole was. I tried to prepare myself for what was to come but I could really do nothing. The mistress spoke again.
“This aught to be good, I ate at the local El Burrito. Their food has always been sub par but it gives me good gas and now I don’t have to smell any of it, thanks to you. If I get a whiff of anything, this will get worse and believe me, I can make it happen. I picked up some Taco Bell on the way back and I am not going to hold back.” She held the bag of food in front of me like I was a dog and in many ways I had been reduced to one, or worse. “But enough of this talk,” she interjected. “I got some serious gas building up and I don’t want to hold it in any more.” With that she lowered herself down and placed her practically bare ass on my face. I did not have to wait long and soon I heard, PPBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBT!
“Oh man, that felt soooooooooooooooo good. Be sure I don’t smell any of that slave, it must be very rank and I could not bear to put my precious nose through that.” The mistress was right, the fart was the worst I had ever experienced and I was forced to sniff it all. I was not able to thrash around this time; I was extremely tightly tied down, well up technically. I knew it would not save me any but the more freedom I had, the better I felt. BBBPPPPPPTTT! Another large fart washed across my face. My body wanted me to gag but the tape prevented it as I took in all the horrid gasses from the mistress’ ass.
“I don’t know what your problem is. I don’t smell a thing and I assure you, I don’t have stinky farts.” With that she let another small barrage go, PPPPBBBBBT, BPPPPPPSSSST, PFFFFT. The smell was awful and I could not endure much more. My body was more than ready to pass out but the pills prevented this and I could do nothing. I was going to be awake for everything the mistress had for me, whether I liked it or not. The smell did not go away. This farting and teasing went on for hours and I swore I would forever smell like the mistress’ ass and farts which were in fact, stinky. I had closed my eyes hoping this would all go away but it never did. I continually heard fart after fart and taunt after taunt. I never saw my old cell again. The mistress had kept me in this chamber of hers for my entire stay. After the massage bed, I was attached to the rack and had my legs and arms stretched to quite a painful degree. Then, to make matters worse, the mistress got up on the high table of the contraption and squatted her ass near my face. She taunted me for a while, forcing me to stare upon it and she watched me to make sure I didn’t not remove my eyes from her ass. In this position, she let out a small fart that would have made people in a crowded bus jump out the window. The only thing I was thankful for was that it was not in my face but only near it. The view was turning me on, the smell on the other hand was not but the mistress was thought otherwise.
“Punishment must be getting through, slave. My farts should make you turned on. There, in fact, should be nothing you love more than the smell of my wonderful farts on your wretched little face. And since you want to smell them sooooooo badly, I will not hold back a second longer.” With that she jumped from her squatting position and allowed herself to just land, ass first, on my face. At the moment of impact she let a huge fart go, BBBBBBBBBBBBBBPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTT! The heavy landing cause me a lot of pain and then the smell hit me instantly and it mixed with the pungent scent already inside her ass. I assumed I was rather far up her ass since I could see absolutely nothing in any direction. The gas was not leaving and no oxygen was entering, I felt my lungs struggle for real air but they could get none. I was actually grateful since I would finally be able to rest and end this torture at least for a while. It came upon me and went in and instant as the dim light of the room shown through. No! The fiend, I thought to myself. She knew I was about to pass out and she gave me air so I wouldn’t. This was awful, I just wanted to die and get it over with right then. My mind went totally dizzy and could not handle consciousness any more. Much to the mistress’ dismay I did pass out. I had won the battle, but I had a feeling the war was lost and could not be won by me.
I don’t know when I woke up it could have been minutes; it could have been hours, hell it could have been days! I had no idea. I was still in the chamber but I was lying, unrestrained to the bed. I looked to my right to see the mistress. She did not notice me and probably thought I was still out but she looked both pleased with herself and worried at the same time. Could it be that she cared for me slightly? I doubted the thought and cast it aside as a dream as I slipped back into unconsciousness.
When I finally did wake-up, I noticed the taste of the pep pills on my tongue. The mistress must have force fed them to me while I slept; this was going to be another long one I feared. I tried to move around but I could not, I finally noticed I had a great view of the ceiling and I felt fabric all around me cheeks. My body position was finally processed and I felt I was in the kneeling position with my head straight up. The position was terribly uncomfortable but then what here really was. I finally realized where I was. No, I thought to myself…the couch! I looked out of the corner of my eye to notice the other cushion to my left also had a head whole but it was vacant. As was the one to my right. I was still alone, not that it surprised me but it was just…well lonely. I noticed the mistress come into view and she wasted no time or words. She immediately sat down pressing my face into her ass a bit as the cushions depressed around me. This was not going to be pretty. I was assured that I dreamt up the worried look the mistress had, when she let out an enormous fart followed by 3 or 4 medium sized ones. BPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTT, PSST, PBBBT, PFFFT! The smell could have killed a whole team of wild horses. I tried to get free, I could not stand this a second long and I knew we had just begun for the day. I could not free myself and all the while the smell got worse and worse and I had to smell it all. The smell could go no where, the only exit was closed completely by a large ass. The mistress readjusted herself lower, putting me farther into her ass. The fart smell had finally become mild but I was force to relieve it as she pushed me into her ass where smells never went away. I was enduring the pungent aromas of the mistress’ ass for a few minutes when I heard the loudest grumble I had ever heard. I swore it was thunder outside or a small earthquake until I heard the sounds of struggle coming from the mistress’ as if she was trying to hold back a fart. She was obviously waiting for something and I didn’t figure out what it was until much too late. I felt the air leave my nose and the mistress must have felt it too because she pushed my face into the couch and the next sound I heard was the mistress grunting and then, PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB BBBTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT! The fart must have easily lasted 5 seconds. I felt the air rush past me at extremely high speed, even as “far” away as I was. I didn’t smell anything within a few seconds and I thought I was in the clear but I was wrong dead wrong. The smell was rank and horrible. I could not bear to stand it. I screamed out, against the tape, and it was no use but at least I didn’t have to endure the fart smell, at least for a little while. In hindsight, it was the wrong thing to do because when I did finally have to inhale the smell was intensified since I did not expel from my nose the last whiff. I of course did not learn that quickly enough and was convinced that this would help me. The smell went nowhere and I was stuck in this small section of couch in a near fetal position. The mistress let go of a few more bombs. She could not help but respond to me signs of struggle.
“You’ll enjoy that for a while, slave. I know you will. You don’t know how good it feels to release this gas but I think you’ll enjoy the ‘bad’ effects of it for some time.” I watched the mistress close a cover on the chair and with that I was stuck in the gas filled chamber. I smelled nothing but farts for hours but there must have been oxygen somewhere because my body never felt the urge to pass out, no matter how hard I tried. The smell did not dissolve for hours and even then it was still quite pungent. When was this going to end, I could not handle this any more. I lay smelling rank farts and thinking about what was to become of me for a long time until the cover opened and into my view came Officer Katherine, not MISTRESS KATHERINE. Though they were one in the same, I felt slightly safe…very slightly. Kat recoiled a bit and held a finger to her nose when the smell reached her.
“Ho damn! Uh…let’s go, Steve. You’ve done your time.” She removed the tape from my mouth and now fully plugged her nose. How could someone who just delivered these rank farts to me suddenly have an aversion to them? I figured it was just another way for her to taunt me. “Check in with the desk guy for your court date.” I watched her as a sly smile crossed her face but what the hell did I care now! I was leaving and that was all that mattered. I reached the desk and noticed the guy at the desk who quickly noticed the horrid smell but did not try to block it out in any way. I found that odd but then again what wasn’t here.
“Ya…,” I said weakly “…I am supposed to get a court date from you.”
“Oh that,” he said, “…uh how do I say this. Um…Kat has a tendency of inventing crimes against people and guess what?”
“WHAT?” I said, fuming.
“You’re number 37!”
I stood there, staring at the officer angrily. I was 10 seconds from punching him in the face.
“Ya, seems she has a thing against all men ever since her husband left her. He was the first. Kat soon began picking male targets at random.”
5 seconds…2 seconds…I finally calmed myself, punching an officer would mean some real hard time for me.
With teeth clenched so tight that I could have broken them, I said, “Thank you, officer. Have a nice day.”
“You too, and stay out of trouble. Oh and by the way, don’t think you can try to get Katherine in trouble. Number 12 made that mistake and well, may he rest in peace.
I barely heard what he had said but I knew it anyways. What person in their right mind would believe me anyways? I walked out of that station never looking back. And that’s where you found me, now if you don’t mind I’d like to be alone for a while and never have to speak of this again. Good day!
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