Story based on premise of My Super Ex-Girlfriend

The story of a dating show in which a man gets to pick a girl and will find out if she is a dream or a nightmare. One man will meet his nightmare....or will he?

The man soon becomes accustom to his nightmare. THE END.

John laid on the couch, waiting for the program to start. His debute on the dating show ‘Dream or Nightmare’ was about to come on.
            “I’m Roger Lodge, and this is Dream or Nightmare. Our first man is John Rogers and he is looking for his dream girl. Will he find her? Let’s find out. John will be going out with Nancy Green and Justine Patrick. Which one is a dream and which is a nightmare? Watch.”
            John watched the reliving of his date that night with two extremely beautiful women. He definitely liked Nancy but Justine was not a bad catch either. He could not decide           

Story about a webmaster who runs a ff site and is killed by his own models.

Bad pay,
“just do it”
Idiotic customers
1000 for a custom video
Fake farts
Immoral…too much money…not getting what paid for.
Free clips

Hole in the wall, man spy on two girls, one farts, other holds his head and take it from there.

Tim was nervous. He sat on the plane, his legs shaking. He was never one for flights, he just was never comfortable. When the plane finally landed he quickly grabbed his stuff and went grabbed a cab.
“Where ya headed?”
“Oceanside Hotel”
“Oh, that’s a nice one.”
“Yea, so I’ve heard.” Tim hated making small talk. He wished he was mean enough to just ignore people but he just couldn’t do that. Luckily the cabby didn’t talk again until they got to his hotel.
“That’ll be $25.”
“Here keep the change.”
“Thanks man, that’s very generous.” Tim nodded and went to the check in office. He got his key and went straight to the room. Tim opened the door, threw his luagge down, and laid on the bed. He went straight to sleep, since he could not sleep on the plane.
It was about 6:00 p.m. when Tim awoke. He was hungry and was about to head out when he heard sounds coming from the next room. He listened at the wall but heard nothing but mumbles. It was then that he noticed as sizable hole in the wall, about the size of two fingers. He wondered wheter or not he should look and after some brief delebreation he deicded to. He lowered to his knees and peered into the room. At first, he could see nothing but things finally became clear. He saw one woman sitting on her knees on the bed and under her jutted out two additional legs. He thought for a moment. What could he be seeing? He looked again and saw the woman staring at the sky as if in deep concentration. Could she be....sitting on someone in there? What the heck was going on? Tim was so engrossed, so involved in what he was seeing he did not hear his door open.

            “Come on dude, what do you want us to do? Take a taxi? The bus?”
            “Ah…fuck…whatever, get in.”
            “Thanks man, we really appreciate it.”
            “Yeah, yeah.”
            I watched as my friend Jon entered the backseat of the car, followed closely by his super hot girlfriend. I could not tell you how jealous I was. Here we were, both 25 years old and he could land the most gorgeous girl in the world and I hadn’t had some much as a date since junior high. Enough about me being a loser though, let’s get on with the story.
            “Where do you two live again?”
            “Ventura,” Jon answered.
            “Seriously?!” I shook my head, aggravated. “Whatever, alright.”
            This was going to be a long drive. I lived in Valencia, about 1 hour away.
           
            The first 30 minutes were extremely uneventful; the two in the back talked I sat up in the front listening to Duran Duran and Oingo Boingo. It was when we were about half way there that I heard a lot of noise from the backseat like people where shifting positions. I look back all of a sudden and see Jon’s head right up next to his girlfriends ass which she was now leaning on one cheek of.
            “Uh…what the hell are you doing!”
            He turns his head to look at me and say, “I told you I was a fart fetishist many years ago.”
            “And what you decide to practice your deviant sexual lifestyles here in my car?”
            “Shut up dude!”
            All of a sudden I hear a large fart escape, which I assumed came from Heather. BRRRRRPPPPPPP! She giggled slightly and Jon leaned in closer and closer to sniff it up. I went back to concentrating on my driving but a few seconds later the horrid stench began to waft to the front of the car.
            “Agh…god, that is awful!”
            “Come on, it’s not that bad,” Heather said, laughing.
            “No…I’m pretty sure it is.”
            “Well then roll down your window you big baby!”
            “I would love to, unfortunately my windows haven’t worked for months.”
            “Rog stop insulting my girlfriend alright!”
             A few minutes later another fart rang out and I could hear Jon sniffing like a mad man. Unfortunately, he wasn’t good at getting every last bit because more of the wretched fart reached the front of the car.
            The ride went on like this for another 25 minutes. When we finally got to their house I had to practically run out of the car to get some oxygen since the car was just full of tainted air by the time we reached our destination. The two remained in the car for a few seconds…talking about something but I could not hear it…nor did I care what they were saying. Soon they emerged.
            “Hey, how about coming in for a glass a water or something?” Jon asked.
            “No, I gotta get back.”
            “Come on, we insist.”
            “Well, if you insist.”

ABANDONED: New idea needed, maybe return to idea one day.

            “Cheryl please... I just cannot do it. I don’t want to be blamed for someone else to be subjected to this.”
            “But John, honey, if you don’t I will just do it myself and you will not get your freedom. At least if you do this, you will win somewhat.”
            “Some win...,” John muttered under his breath.
            “What was that?” Cheryl asked, the anger apparent in her tone.
            “Nothing.” John walked into the bathroom and did what was required of him. He turned around and found Cheryl standing right behind him. “Oh SHIT! Jeez...you scared the hell out of me.” She didn’t say anything. She peered over his sholder to see what he had done.
            “Good work John.” John nodded and headed for the door but Cheryl intercepted him and stood between him and door. “Where do you think you are going?”
            “Wherever I want...you said I am free remember?”
            “Yea, about that....”
            “Cheryl, you had promised!”
            “Oh and you will get it,” Cheryl replied, with an evil look on her face and a smile to match.
            “Oh...no...no, no please you can’t! You said I would be free!”
            “You will be free, death is freedom isn’t it?” She replied looking more evil, more scheming then she had ever looked before. John screamed out for help as Cheryl grabbed him but no one could hear his cries for help that were suddenly silenced.
“Well it seems you are awfully insolent, calling me Cheryl, disobeying my commands, talking back; you asked for this end John. Enjoy it!”

            Tim woke up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “What day was it,” he wondered and after some brief thinking he came to realize it was Sunday, his one and only day off every week. He showered, dressed, and prepared for a nice day of relaxing. He walked to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee and then returned to the couch and turned on the TV.
            “...Tonight’s top story, the body of a local man, John Diaggo, was found dead in the bathroom of a local bar...”
            “Sheesh...what is the world coming to,” Tim interjected to the TV reporter.
            “...oddly no wounds or blood was found on the victim so police have yet to determine cause of death but it is assumed to be heart attack induced by alcohol consumption. We will have more on this case as it develops. Tina? Thanks Fred, in today’s weather...” Tim tuned out and walked to get his coffee and start some breakfast.
           

It was about 2:00 p.m. when Tim got a call.
            “Hey Tim....its Phil.”
            “Ah hey Phil, how have you been? Haven’t seen you in a while.”
            “I’ve been good, doing real good awfully busy with work but you know all about that don’t you.”
            “Ha ha...yea I sure do. So what’s up man?”
            “Well, I was gonna head to Johnny’s this evening for some drinks and just you know, hanging out, and I was wondering if you wanted to join me.”
            “Johnny’s Bar?”
            “That’s the one.”
            “I don’t know, hanging out in a bar seems like it could get a little crazy.”
            “Nah, I doubt it man. What have you got to do besides anyways?” Tim thought for just a moment.
            “Alright man, I’ll go.”
            “Sweet, see ya there!”
            “Yea, see ya man.” Tim hung up the phone and danced around the kitchen, no lonely Sunday night tonight. Tonight he was going out.

            Tim arrived at Johnny’s at 6:30 p.m. only to meet Phil just outside, arriving at just the same moment. They both entered and took a seat at the bar.
            “What’ll you boys have?”
            “I’ll take a scotch,” Phil said.
            “And for you?”
            “Just a Coke, please.”
            Phil laughed, “Not much of a drinker are you Tim?”
            “No, never have been. Just never appealed to me ya know?”
            “No I don’t actually.” Tim laughed a little. For the next hour the two talked of the old days remembering the good times, old friends, and such. It was about 8:00 when Tim excused himself to the bathroom. He walked down the small corridor and entered the men’s bathroom. It was not very clean but everything worked. As he washed his hands he noticed writing on the wall near him:
            “For a good time call Cheryl 555-555-0123” It was followed by three stars.
            He thought to himself, he had not had sex for quite while perhaps he should take a chance on this Cheryl I mean...she was clearly a good time, it was written on the bathroom wall. He memorized the number and went back to Phil at the bar. After 10 minutes of talking he pulled some nonsense excuse and left. In his car he dialed the number to this Cheryl.
            “Hello, Cheryl speaking.” The voice on the other end was sexy and endearing.
            “Uh...yea, hi this is Tim and I was wondering if....”
            “Sure, Tim. Come on over and we’ll have a grand old time.” The woman gave him the address and hung up. Wow, that was almost too easy. Maybe I should be worried about this, Tim thought but he shrugged off the doubt and drove to the address.
           
            He walked to the door and knocked. The door was answered by a beautiful woman wearing only a short skirt and tight shirt.
            “Come in, you must be Tom?”
            “Yes, thank you. I suppose you would be Cheryl?”
            “That would be correct.” She shut the door behind him. “Please have a seat,” Cheryl said, gesturing to the nearby couch.
            “Oh thank you.”
            “Can I get you something to drink?”
            “No, no, I’m fine, thanks though.”
            “Well I usually don’t go right to business so let’s talk a bit, fine?”
            “Oh yea, sure, yea no problem,” Tim said, nervous as hell. He had done this kind of thing before but it never got any more comfortable. Anyways, the two talked for about a half an hour about each other, what they did for a living, you know...common stuff. It was a little later that Tim began to notice a stench around him that was making it difficult for him to breathe. He did not want to be rude but the smell was becoming more than he could handle. He assumed it was something she had on the stove. After planning it out in his head, he finally asked, “Do you smell something?” Cheryl sniffed the air and then recoiled her face; she must have smelled it too.
            “Whooo! Yes I do. I wonder what that is.” She got up and as she passed in front of Tim but instead of walking by she “accidentally” tripped placing her sizable ass right in his face and, as if it had been planned, she farted a loud, stinky fart right into Tim’s face. He tried to escape the scent but it was too late, he was out like a light.

ABANDONED: Nothing special about the story

Man is roommate for engaged couple, caught look at friends girlfriends ass “you like my ass? Ill make sure you too get very well acquainted.” Fart torture. Don’t tell him or I’ll kill you…eventually he returns to her house for fart session.

Back about 2 years ago, I ran into some hard luck. I lost my job, I quit school, and my parents really didn’t want anything to do with me ever since I left the house. I left on bad terms anyways so I expected nothing from them and doubted they expected any more from me. I finally ran out of money and had to vacate my apartment and find somewhere else to live. I decided to check in with an old friend of mine, Steven. We hadn’t talked in a while but we were really good friends so I doubted he would turn me away.
I knocked on the door to his place; he still was living in the same apartment he had rented for years. He must have really liked it there or had an extremely great rent rate because everyone else I knew changed apartments as often as they would change their underwear. I smiled my all too familiar smile when he opened the door.
“Chuck! Dude, is that you?”
“You know it is buddy!”
“Man, what’s up? It’s been so long since we talked and now here you are on my doorstep.” We shook hands and embraced like old friends would.
“Yeah, I know what you mean.”
“Jeez, I’m sorry, where are my manners, come in, come in.”
“Thanks.”
We both took a seat on the couch.
“You know I was just talking to Karen about you.”
“Yeah? Wait…who’s Karen?”
“Oh man, I forgot it has been a while. Karen is my fiancée; we’re getting married in just two months.”
“Man, congrats. I always knew you’d find a great girl and hook up with her.”
Steven seemed a little put off by my use of “hook up.” It was a more juvenile and disrespectful way to speak about marriage, it was better to be used when talking about dating. Steven’s facial expression gave his distaste away but it quickly passed. “Chuck, you don’t even know the half of it. Karen is incredible; she’s beautiful, smart, funny, and she cooks.” He sighed, happily.
“Well now, maybe you’ll finally be eating something more than just Rice Krispies in the morning.”
“I hope so but I’ll hopefully pick some things up as well so the burden isn’t always on her.”
“Oh sure you will man, you were always a quick learner.”
Steven laughed, “Still the kiss up you used to be, eh Chuck?”
“You know it man,” I said with a smirked smile.
The television made its presence known with a really loud commercial. Chuck quickly reached for the remote and powered off the TV.
“So tell me man, what’s goin’ on with you this past year or so?” Chuck asked.
I sat there and told him my story of recent failures and my hard times I ran across and just like the true friend he is, he allowed me to ease into the favor we both knew I was going to ask him.
“I’m extremely sorry to hear that man; do…uh…do you need a place to stay for a while?”
“I appreciate it man but, I don’t want to put you out, I mean you got a fiancée living here with ya and…”
“Nonsense! You are my friend and I am there for you whenever you need help.”
“Thanks man but, what about Karen? Won’t she mind?”
“Nah, Karen is sweet as can be, I’m sure she’d understand.”
“Alright man, thanks. I really, truly appreciate this.”
“Think nothing of it.”
“Still though, I’d like to help out in some way; I don’t wanna be some deadbeat living here but I’m not sure if I can give you money at least, not right at the moment.”
“That’s no problem man, you don’t have to give us or do anything for us. You’ll be our guest for as long as it takes you to get back on your feet.”
“Thanks man, and don’t worry I’ll stay out of you guys’ way.”
“Dude, Chuck…I know you and you couldn’t be in our way on your worst day,” Steven said, laughing.
For hours we sat around talking about the old days and it was a lot like the years we shared as friends together except both of us had matured substantially from those days. We used to talk about tits and ass and pornography but now we discussed finance, social events, and things of that nature. I had to laugh during one of Steven’s discussions of the global trade industry.
“What’s so funny?” He asked, smiling.
“You, me…you know us; sitting here talking about global trade and all that stuff we would never talk about back in the day. It’s just funny how much things change isn’t it?”
“Yeah, it really is. If someone had told me 5 years ago this is what I would be like I would not have believed it for a second.”
It was right about this time that Karen came walking in the door to see me and Steven sitting at the coffee table.
“Hey honey,” Karen said. She looked at me and smiled beautifully. I was envious, how could Steven get so lucky.
“Hi sweetheart,” Steven said, walking over to her. They embraced and kissed. “Oh, this here…” Steven said, gesturing to me, “…is my good friend, Chuck. We go way back.”
“Oh this is the Chuck you were talking about.”
“Yep, that’s him.”
Karen walked over to me, extending her hand for a handshake. I quickly rose from my chair to shake her hand. “Hi, I’m Karen, delighted to meet you, Chuck.”
“The pleasure is all mine, I’m sure. Steven has said nothing but good things about you.”
“He better have!” Karen yelled in a joking voice. She laughed and set her purse down on the kitchen counter and walked to the stove turning it on.
“Karen honey, I’ve invited Chuck to stay a while with us. He’s run into some bad luck and needs a place to…”
“I don’t even need a reason; I’d be honored to have you stay with us Chuck for how ever long you need, want, whatever.”
“Thanks, I really do appreciate this.”
            And from about 6 till the wee hours of the morning we all sat around talking. We did enjoy Karen’s tremendous cooking sometime in the middle there but mostly we talked. Karen and I got very well acquainted and the three of us talked about everything and anything from our lives or our world.
            It’s was around 2 a.m. when we finally retired for the night. The guest room that they put me in was very neat and tidy and bigger than I thought it would be. I was pretty tired so I quickly washed up and I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

            I woke up the next morning around 10 a.m. feeling pretty refreshed. I usually slept at midnight and woke up at 8 a.m. but I got the same amount of sleep I usually would. Steven and Karen must have gotten up earlier and left because I was alone in the house. I quickly threw on the same outfit I wore yesterday and walked to the kitchen. I poured myself a bowl of Rice Krispies and shoveled it down, I was starving. I washed and cleaned the bowl after I was done and placed it back in their cupboard. After that I really wasn’t sure what to do. I needed to find a job but where to look? I eventually settled on the newspaper and after calling a number of places I finally found the one. It was an office job, just like my last and there were extremely desperate for workers. I quickly showered and got a change of clothes and headed over there. I barely had to say 2 words to the guy for me to be hired to work 5 days a week from 10:00 a.m. to 7 p.m. for about 10 bucks an hour. It wasn’t great; the pay was ok and the 5 day work week was a plus but the hours were awful. Still a job was job and right now I needed one badly.
            I returned to the house around noon. Today was Friday and I didn’t start my job until Monday so I decided to relax in the mean time. I watched crappy TV until Karen got home.
            “Hey Chuck. How’s it goin’?”
            “It’s good; I actually got a job today. I start Monday.”
            “That’s great news. Glad to hear it, I knew you’d bounce back fast.”
            “Yeah…” I was going to say more but I was mesmerized by Karen’s gorgeous ass as I viewed it from the couch with her in the kitchen. She wore tight jeans that hugged her incredible cheeks. I quickly turned away but noticed she was already turned around when I did. She gave me a crooked look.
            “We’re you just staring at my ass?” She said, smiling.
            “Me? What? No…of course not.”
            “Really? Because I think you were.”
            I had no reply this time. Nothing I said would have made the awkward situation any better.
            “Come with me a minute,” she said, walking towards me. I got up off the couch and followed her as we walked into my bedroom.
            “Why are we here?” I asked, anxiously.
            “Well Steven’s not going to be home for another 3 hours so I thought maybe we’d have a little fun. Plus I think you’re pretty cute.”
            “Thank you but, I can’t do that to a friend of mine.”
            “Come on, I know you want to and it’s not like we are married right now. You should take me while you can.”
            “It’s just not right…I’m sorry.” I turned to leave but she stopped me, grabbing my shoulder and spinning me around to face her; a maniacal expression ran across her face.”
            “How lucky was I to have found a real gentleman who’s going to make me do things the hard way.”
            “What do you mean?” I asked, frightened now.
            “You’ll see,” she said, smiling. The grip of her hand on my shoulder tightened as she reached for something in the drawer to the right of me. Her hand emerged with 2 pairs of handcuffs in her hand, their presence only heightening my fear. I now stood there wondering what she had planned for me as she spun me around and slapped the cuffs onto my wrists and then bent down and slapped the other pair on my ankles.
            She pulled my back close to her and wrapped her arm from the top of my shoulder to around my chest, like a Rambo ammunition belt, and then she whispered in my ear, “I have been waiting a long time for someone to come by and be my toy. I was beginning to think it would never happen but now here you are. Aren’t you lucky?”
            “Wha…what are you going to do to me?”
            “Here, I’ll give you a taste.”
            Karen turned me around to face her once more and pushed me to my knees. Then she turned around presenting me with a lovely view of her ass. “You and my ass are going to get very well acquainted,” She said, as she put both hands behind my head and forced my face up against her jean covered ass. She held me there tight, even as I struggled for freedom. And then, PRRRRRPPPPPPPPPP!
            “Oh yeah! Smell it! Take it all in!”
            The fight in me became stronger but her hold on me was unyielding and I was forced to remain there, taking in her awful fart stench until she finally let me go about 30 seconds later.
            “How was that? Did you enjoy it?”
            I coughed and gagged, “No…it was awful!”
            “Really? I thought it was rather good. Maybe you just need a little something.”
            Karen went to the nearby dresser and pulled out a white sock. She strutted, sensually, over to me, still recovering from the last blast, and jammed the sock into my mouth. My overactive gag reflex began to kick in and I choked a few times as I struggled to change my breathing from mouth to nose but eventually I stabilized. The last fart still hung, heavily, in the air.
            “There now, that’s better. Now what to do with you? What to do? Oh, I know! Let’s put you on the bed, it’s one of my favorite positions.”
            Karen grabbed a large chunk of my hair and yanked hard to stand me up. She dragged me to the side of the bed and pushed me down and maneuvered me so my head was at the foot of the bed and my foot at the head. She then came around to where my head lay and sat on my face.

Place on bed backwards, sit on face, legs hang off…etc.

Steven shower in morning, sneak in room for a quick gas pass…

Story about a fetish website run by domes…make videos, get address and information from customers and torture and kill them for next video

“Look so real”
Break in before “attack” and hide cameras around.
Acting out scenarios
I sat there, writing my next tale when I got a funny feeling I was being watched. I slowly turned around and soon my eyes made contact with two gorgeous women that were clad in sexy, tight latex jumpsuits. Part of me wanted to get angry and afraid because these were intruders in my home but the other part of me was highly aroused and didn’t care if they broke in and, in fact, was pretty happy they did. The aroused part one.
            “Can I help you ladies?” I asked.
            “Yes, you can

Peter

            John sat at his chair, scoffing at what he considered a horrible collection of clips on this fetish clip website. He had ordered a few in the past but he was always less than pleased at the quality. The farts were usually fine but the situations were not that great and the dialog was often horrible. John wanted something better, something more real even if it all was “actually” fake. After 10 minutes of unsuccessful browsing he came across a recently opened store called “Fart Fantasy.” He immediately, looked on their page, hoping this would be the one. Currently, they only had one clip, a school boy fart torture clip and luckily for John this was his favorite kind of situation. He immediately bought the $5 video and after it downloaded he opened the file. Unfortunately, it was less than he expected, in fact…it wasn’t anything at all. The clip was nothing but silence and no video for less than 30 seconds. He felt ripped off but at the cost of $5, he didn’t feel too bad. Still though, he went to bed that night, unsatisfied.

            The next day, John decided to go to his friend’s house. No one would be home, until late that night, only his brother, Mitch. This is where our story begins.

            I woke up that morning to the annoying beep of my alarm clock. I am not really sure why I set it, it was the weekend, I had nothing to do but I hated sleeping the day away. After a nutritious breakfast of powdered donuts, I adjourned to the computer where I did what I usually do, browse wrestling fan sites and look up porn. Yeah, it was going to be a great Saturday. Just as the computer had finally finished booting up, there was a light knock on the door. At first, I thought it might be the mail person, dropping of a parcel or something but then they knocked again, a little harder this time. I sighed as I got up out of the chair, ran downstairs, and opened the door. I couldn’t tell you exactly what kind of face I was making when I saw what was there but it had to be something to illustrate my perplexed feeling for standing there at the door was a shapely woman, wearing black rimmed eyeglasses and a sexy, yet professional top and tight jean pants.
            “Uh…can I help you?”
            “Yes, you must be John. My name is…”
            “No,” I said, interrupting her, “I’m Mitch.”
            “Oh, role playing are we? Well no matter, I’m here at your request?”
            “Role playing…what the hell are you…what request?”
            The woman stood there for a minute, as if she was trying to recall a line.
            “Uh….ma’am?”
            When she still said nothing, I began to shut the door, giving her a cock-eyed look, but before I could shut it fully, she put her hand on the door and immediately pushed it back open.
            “You can’t get rid of me that easily, Mitch. We need to talk about your grade in my class?”
            “Ma’am, I really think you have the wrong house. What grade? What class?”
            “You think I wouldn’t recognize one of my own students, come on now, I’m not that old.” Truth be told she wasn’t that old at all, maybe 30 and that was pushing it.
            “You are not the teacher of any of my classes, I’m sorry but I really think you should leave.”
            She did not comply; in fact, she now stepped into the house and shut the door behind her.
            “You can deny it all you want but it’s not going to make your grade any better on this essay.” The woman grabbed what looked like an essay from her messenger bag and put it in front of my face. It had a large, circled F on it.
            Of course, by now, I start to get a little frightened, I mean not only was this woman crazy, she was now in my house. I walked slowly over to the phone and picked up the receiver. She quickly ran over and grabbed the phone from my hand.
            “Who are you calling?” She asked.
            “The police,” I answered, angrily.
            “The police? What ever for?”
            “Uh, perhaps because you have broken into my house.”
            “Broken in? You practically invited me in here, you are the one that requested this.”
            “Why do you keep saying that? I didn’t request anything; now give me back the phone!”
            “I don’t think so, Mitch. I think we’ve had enough playing around, it’s time for you to make up this grade or else I will be forced to tell your parents.”
            “Yeah, whatever lady.” I said, as I went to the kitchen to use the phone there but before I could reach it, I was met with a swift kick to the balls which sent me down to the floor.
            “Enough playing around,” she said, as she stood in a dominant position over me. “I want you to sniff my farts and then, if you do a good job, I will happily give you an A on this paper.”
            “You bitch! What the fuck!”
            “Oh tisk tisk, we shouldn’t use such foul language when addressing our teachers should we? No I really think not.” She turned and looked around in the cupboard behind her until she found a roll of duct tape. She bent down and spread a piece of it over my mouth. “There now, that should stop your potty mouth. Now where was I? Oh yeah, I remember now.” And with that, she turned around and slowly planted her shapely, jeans covered bum in my face.

Once upon a time, there was a gorgeous princess named Sleeping Beauty. Upon the arrival of her twenty-first birthday, the kingdom's law required she be wed by the twenty-first anniversary of her birth. Sleeping Beauty had no problems with this decree, in fact, she had been searching for her mate for the better part of three years but, Sleeping Beauty had a problem, a problem that made her undesirable to any and seemingly all men.

"Father?"

"Yes, my princess?"

"What makes you think this is going to help me out any?"

"Oh my darling, this has to work, it just has to. I do not foresee failure here. We have invited all people from all the lands as far as we can reach to come and court you here in the castle. We are sure to find you a suitable mate."

"I hope so father."

"I know so, my pet. Now get some rest, you had a big day ahead of you."

"Alright, good night father."

And with that, Sleeping Beauty drifted off into a peaceful nights sleep.

The next morning, the princess awoke to a large commotion outside. She rose up from her bed, tore open her bedroom curtains and peered out. She was blinded momentarily by the brightness of the sun but when her eyes adjusted she saw a line of thousands of men, all presumably there to court her. She excitedly got dressed and ran out of her room.

Man gets farted on, repeatedly joining the cheerleading squad…only boy.

Initiation, fart in mascot head.

2 friends go to visit guy who moved out with gf

Friends leave pissed that jon is too involved with heather, wants to help end it, think he is under some kind of spell (acting weird)

Try to kidnap heather = failure

Heather captures them and ff theme

Jon finds them being ff-ed, comes out of spell

Heather grabs him and ff him too (under spell again)

Married the next day

Miserable life for jon/friends killed that evening before honeymoon

Freshman student with fetish

Angry at bully (junior)

Send ff mistress for torture dom

Records result?

For sale on clips for sale?

Lesbian and lez freinds create site

Pose as men? (real men love the content)

Party annouced

5 men rsvp

Ff torture till dead

This story idea was proposed to me by ‘poopfart’ (Lizzy’s Forum). Once I heard it, I had thought it was a good idea and from how it turned out I think that assumption was correct. However, as some of you may no I struggled with a crisis as a writer as I just simply lost the will, the interest in writing. I don’t know why this happened or how it just did. Regardless, I finally finished the story but I hope I did not let my feelings affect the quality. Anyways, this story involves people on this forum and as such, and since I am not them, I realize people may have been recreated incorrectly. In regards to that let me say that if anyone is in any way insulted or hurt by how they are portrayed in this story then please let me know and I will see to it that it is removed. And I realize this story is farfetched and also impossibly unrealistic (age mismatches, geographical locations, etc.) at times but that is why it is a story.

“Hey guys.......wait up!” Roger yelled to Billy and Anthony.
“Hurry up, we are gonna be late,” Billy replied.
“Late for what, Billy....we are just walking home,” Anthony asked.
“Yea but why waste any of this glorious weekend?”
Anthony turned around and looked at Roger, “He’s got a good point, Rog.”
“Yea, yea, yea, whatever,” Roger replied and they walked on.
The three guys were all college class mates. They had always lived on the same street and had been lifelong friends. Everything they did, they did together and they liked it that way because they were there for each other, always. Nothing could tear them apart.
The boys were about 2 blocks from their street when Roger noticed a black van out of the corner of his eye. He was the paranoid type so he didn’t want to notify the guys for fear of riling up the van’s occupants. The van slowly followed them at a near distance. Roger picked up speed, hoping to lose the van. He motioned for the guys to follow his lead.
“Oh, now you’re in a hurry,” Billy said. Before Roger could respond, the van’s engine revved and pulled in the driveway ahead of them.  They were stunned, unable to run, unable to move when suddenly the sliding doors of the van opened up and 3 figures clad from head to toe in black emerged. Roger, being in front, was grabbed and thrown in the van immediately. Billy and Anthony broke off in a run but both were captured quickly and placed in the van beside Roger. The van backed up and drove off as the three were blindfolded, gagged, and handcuffed.
After a little while of driving the van slowed to a stop. The sliding door opened and the figures led the three boys into a home and down into the basement. The door clicked locked behind them and the boys’ hearts sank. What was going on, all three of them wondered. The three were placed on their knees on soft carpet and their blindfolds were removed. Roger was sobbing softly. He didn’t know what was going on but he knew that it could not be good. After their eyes adjusted to the lit room, the three of them saw three beautiful figures standing there dressed in black latex jumpsuits.
“Hey there!” One of them said, enthusiastically.
“Who…who are….where are we?!” Anthony demanded.
“Silly me, allow me to introduce myself. I am Lizzy. This here on my right is Adyba and over there is Tanya,” Lizzy had said.
“Well why are we here?” Billy asked.
“Let me answer that one Lizzy,” the one named Tanya said.
“By all means.”
Tanya continued, “You boys are here because you have been chosen, you lucky dogs!”
“Cho…..Cho….Chosen for what?” Roger asked as he whimpered.
“Why chosen to be our slaves. But not just any slaves fart slaves to be exact!” Interjected Adyba.
“But why?” Anthony asked.
“Why not? We have farts; we want someone to smell them. It’s a pretty simple concept,” Tanya answered.
“Can’t you find some fart fetishist to do that shit?” Billy asked.
“Of course we could but why waste them on someone who enjoys them when they can be used for much more….pleasurable purposes?” Lizzy replied. “But I think that is more than enough talk out of you three. Tanya. Adyba. Take your pick and get to work; I know you two are more than ready to start.”
Tanya decided to pick Roger. Adyba picked Billy and Lizzy was left with Anthony which more than pleased her. The three girls and their new slaves retired to 3 different rooms as they were prepared for the worst torment they would ever experience in their lives.

Lizzy undid Anthony’s handcuffs and tied him to the large bed that was in the room. Anthony laid there, his mouth gagged as Lizzy removed her latex body suit, peeling it off her body. Anthony, though fearful, had to admire her perfect body. Lizzy crawled onto the bed, rose up, and got into position, hovering her ass 2 feet above Anthony’s face. She looked down to see his face, the fear in his eyes was apparent. This is just how she liked it as she smiled slightly. She looked toward the ceiling, pushing just a little to let fly a rude sounding fart. PRRRRRRRRRPPPPPTTTTT!
“Ahhhhh! So good! You smell that one?”
Anthony coughed and gagged against his gag as he smelled the noxious fumes that were emitted from the ass that hung less than 2 feet above him but he had no choice but to breathe them in. Lizzy laughed manically at his torment.
“Poor, poor fool. I should feel sorry for you…” Lizzy lowered her ass onto Anthony’s face. He kicked against the weight and scent that clung to Lizzy’s perfect ass cavern but it was to no avail. “…but I don’t,” she said, no remorse in her tone. She leaned to the side and farted a might blow right into Anthony’s face. BRRRRRRRRPP! Antony fought harder against his restraints but there was no escape. He choked under the awful smell of the fart but he had no choice but to smell it all. Just as he felt he was about to pass out Lizzy raised herself off his face and allowed him to get some oxygen. Before he could replenish his supply Lizzy lowered herself slowly again.
“No! No please….NOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Anthony screamed against his gag. Lizzy did not listen however. She seated herself on his face and farted once again. PPPPPPPPTTTT! A few horrid seconds later, Anthony passed happily into unconsciousness.

            Billy was led into a small room and immediately pushed, hard, onto the carpeted floor. He turned to look at his tormentor who was already right above him.
            “I am going to enjoy this,” Adyba said, manically.
            Billy’s cuffs now dug into him as he laid all his weight on his wrists. He bit his teeth into the gag at the excruciating pain. Adyba prepared herself and walked past the boy putting her back to him. She unzipped the ass region on her latex suit and sat down, encasing Billy into the suit and right up into her ass.
            “Now that is quite nice don’t you think?”
            Billy could not reply due to the gag but it wasn’t very likely that Adyba was actually looking for an answer. She shifted, forcing the poor boys face farther into her magnificent ass. Billy’s pain was indescribable between the handcuffs and having a woman sitting on his head, and he knew it was about to get worse.
A few minutes past and nothing happened. Adyba adjusted a few times for comfort but other than that nothing, in fact it was absolutely silent. Then suddenly, Billy heard a churning which sounded as if it came from Adyba’s stomach.
            “Oh! Looks like your wait is over my little fart sniffer,” she said, laughing softly. Adyba grunted and pushed out an extremely loud fart. BRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPTTTT! The sound was horrible but that was nothing compared to the smell. Billy moaned, loudly against the gag as he caught whiff of the fart which depleted all the fresh air from the enclosed space around Adyba’s ass.
            “I do not smell a thing….so what are you complaining about down there boy?!” Adyba said, happily.
The lung capacity of this boy truly amazed her. Billy was amazingly good at sniffing farts, despite this being his first time ever doing it or so he led people to think since Billy kept a majority of his childhood secret. The boy’s breathing ability discovery was much to his own displeasure but it really seemed to please Adyba. She released three more horrid butt bombs in rapid succession. PRRRBTT! BTTTTTPPPP! PPPPPPPPPSSSSHSHHH! Billy’s teeth dug into his gag as he was forced to take in the awful stench emanating from the ass of his sadistic captor. Amazingly Billy did it again and no scent reached Adyba’s nose.
“You are an astounding boy! Let’s see if you can handle this one.”
Adyba farted loudly once more. It was more horrible than any of the previous ones even if they were combined. Instantly the smell wafted up to Adyba’s nose and she coughed loudly at her own horrible gas.
“Why you little….” Adyba said, as she got off the boys face, “….I told you to sniff…” Adyba cut herself off as she saw the unconscious body of Billy laying there. The three bombs were clearly more than he could take and he had passed out from them. Adyba laughed at this, opening the door just a moment to air out the room. She closed it and regained her position on Billy’s face.
“Aren’t you in for quite a surprise when you wake up,” She said as she laughed manically.

Roger and Tanya walked together down the corridor. In front of the room door, Tanya stopped, grabbed Roger’s head, and pressed it against her ass just as she released a wicked fart. BRRRRRRRAAPAAAAAPPPP! Roger fought to free his head from the horrid fart but Tanya held it tight for a full 20 seconds before finally releasing it. “Man, I just could not hold it any longer,” she said. Roger fell to the floor, dazzed but still conscious. Tanya lifted him to his feet by his hair and continued into the room in front of them. “Come on boy, it’s only the beginning.” She pushed Roger into the room ahead of her. He fell to the floor but quickly recovered and backed up against the end of the low bed in the room. “What a great idea you’ve given me.” Tanya quickly approached Roger, pushed his neck back onto the bed, and sat, hard, on his face. “Oh yes, this is very confortable. Very comfortable indeed, I like this.” Tanya rose up just a bit to unzip the ass region of her suit and sat back down on the boy’s face. Though the bed was soft on the back of his head, Roger was still extremely uncomfortable having a woman sitting on his head. Then the awful smell hit him. He assumed it was from the fart she released in the hallway but he had no way of knowing for sure and he wouldn’t be worrying about that anyways. Without warning, Tanya farted two small blasts into Roger’s face. BPPPTTT! PPPPTTTT! Roger fought hard to escape but it was useless as his nose took in the noxious emissions. Tanya sniffed the air a little, catching whiff of what she just created. “Man,” she said, whistling, “that is one powerful stink. I guess stinky things can come in small packages.” She laughed a little.
Then for a long time, nothing. Tanya sat there, on Roger’s face who was having a little difficulty breathing but was alright in the current situation. The smell still hung in the air around Tanya’s ass and he was forced to smell it when he needed a breath but it was barable. Tanya decided it was time for him to go nighty, nighty so she planned her attack. “Well boy, looks like I got another one coming. Oh yeah…here it comes, I can feel it.” Roger stopped breathing, holding his breath and Tanya knew this, no longer feeling the boys warm breath in her ass. She waited a few moments, just to confuse him and then she pressed hard with her feet on his stomach, focing him to expel all his air and then she did the worst fart she could cook up, one she held for a long time. Sleep well, is what Roger heard her say before…… BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTAAAAAAAAPPP! After a minute or so of sniffing, Roger could take no more and fell unconscious. Tanya got off his face and his lifeless body fell to the floor. He was not dead, but he wished he was.

Unwanted teen pregnancy, 16?, kid tormented all is life, around 15 age mom discovers facesitting...loves it...

Toilet face farting, face down, sit over head.

Boy wins in the end? social worker? something else?

Based on Tortured by a Good Thing

Medievil society...man sentenced to 10 days as the public toilet, worst punishment just before death

based on old cross section books of medieval castles

Continue torture of Carmen and friends...request suggestion

Walt goes to bed...kiss from mom...

Wakes up in rosa's ass...belt around neck....it was a dream?!

No, maybe it was a vision!

He does the same stuff again and gets free

Heads out the door and runs into carmen, gets by her, she gives chase grabs his leg, he hits the sidewalk hard...unconcious

Wakes up in hospital, rosa camrmen looking at him...

What about being adopted..

Adopted, you must have taken a bigger hit that i thought...

Carmen and rosa talk in doorway, rosa winks at walter and gave him a sly smile

I sat there, in my large office chair in my dark room lit only by the soft glow of my computer screen. I was working on my next tale when I got a funny feeling I was being watched. I slowly turned my head around and soon my eyes made contact with two gorgeous women that were clad in sexy, tight latex jumpsuits. I spun my chair around to face them. Part of me wanted to get angry and afraid because these were intruders in my home but the other part of me was highly aroused and didn’t care if they broke in and, in fact, was pretty happy they did. The aroused part of me won.
            “Can I help you ladies?” I asked.
            “Yes, you can

Peter

Throw head on desk, wake up from dream

A mother's side business is discovered by her son

Young rich guy (28) wants to learn to play piano

Piano teacher, two lessons before, sits on face and she plays the piano

How does this teach me the piano? i accepted it for the first two lessons but now im starting to wonder the point of all this.

Oh really?

Well...yeah.

Grabs arm, assumes same position

Good thing i had a nice big lunch, now im feeling pretty gassy, welcome to hell buddy.

Write for WWE Diva, very abusive, added some creativity...attacked for it...

Sat on at the signing, legs under table...

One month later, sales figures very low...attacked final time

"You fucking idiot! I'm gonna kill you!"

Brent just laughed hysterically as he watched his sister, Megan, shake the baby powder out of her hair. His sister charged him and threw a few punches but his tolerance for pain was much higher than she could possibly hit him; he did play football after all.

"Easy there, you're gonna hurt yourself little girl," Brent said laughing.

"Why don't you grow the fuck up?!"

"And if I don't?" Brent asked with a smile on his face, crossing his arms.

Megan said nothing; she just angrily pushed her brother out of her room and slammed the door in his face. He laughed to himself as he walked back to his room.

"What an ass," Shannon said compassionately.

"I tell you, I just can't take it anymore! He just refuses to stop pissing me off with his pranks and shit, I'm sick of it!"

"Watch that mouth young lady!" One of the narks shouted in Megan's direction.

She nodded halfheartedly as he walked off.

"Douche bag," Hillary said in the direction of the nark once he was out of earshot.

"So what are you gonna do?" Samantha asked Megan.

"I don't know something good though. Something that will make him regret he ever did anything to me," she said, an evil smile running across her lips.

The bell rang, signaling the end of brunch. With a few final words about nothing the girls went their separate ways to whatever their next class was.

"Hey, Megan?" Brent said calmly, poking his head through her doorway.

"Yeah?" She replied, looking up from the laptop on her lap.

"I just wanted to say sorry for the powder thing. I didn't think you'd be so upset cause...you know, it was just a prank but, anyway...sorry."

"Well thanks, Brent. I appreciate that."

"Sure. Uh...hey, I'm gonna go play some hoops with the guys. I called mom she should be home soon, you gonna be alright by yourself for a bit?"

"I'm not a child you know," Megan answered, irritated.

"You sure aren't, I could almost feel those punches you were landing," Brent said with a smile.

Megan smiled back.

"Alright, we'll I'm outta here then."

"Alright, see ya."

Megan waited to hear the slam of the front door before she made her move. It was moments like that with her brother that made her forgive his past indiscretions but not this time. Yeah he was nice occasionally but his meanness was much more predominant.

She slid off her bed and walked down the hall to her brother's room. His room was surprisingly neat for a jock but then he was certainly different from the average footballer in many ways. Megan rifled through the closet, numerous drawers, and even looked under the mattress but she found nothing she could use to blackmail her brother with. She tore the room apart but Brent was apparently squeaky clean.

Then a thought came to her; his computer! She quickly took a seat in his rolling chair and moved the mouse, bring the computer out of stand by mode. When the screen powered back to life Megan was greeted with a password screen.

"Damn it!" She yelled out loud. "Alright, let's think."

She tried dozens of possibilities but she just couldn't find the one. She ran her fingers through her hair, frustrated. She sat back in the chair and let her mind wander for a bit. She found herself staring for a long while at the small poster of William Henry Harrison that Brent had just above his computer. Excitedly, she tried the ninth president's name but that still wasn't it. She was about to give up when, on a whim, she typed in 'TIPPECANOE' and Brent's desktop popped up.

"That was harder than it should have been," she said to herself, slightly exhausted from her mental straining.

She browsed 'My Documents' but found nothing out of the ordinary. It wasn't until Megan found the 'Recent Documents' that she finally hit pay dirt. Among the term papers and random pictures of Brent and his friends was a lone image of a woman, naked, sitting on a guy's face. Megan laughed at the sight as she explored the folder that contained the picture more. It seemed Brent had a little fetish for dominating females sitting on his face. She found thousands of pictures, hundreds of videos, and a few dozen stories all featuring or about women mistreating a guy and sitting on his face. A sly, evil little smile crossed Megan's face.

it would start off maybe with an older brother tormenting his younger sister megan and then one day megan comes across her brothers little fetish and decides to get 3 of her friends to help plan a fun evening (friends names- hillary, shannon, and samantha) you can pick the locations and if you want you can change the names id prefer if the older brother wasnt killed and thats about it. thank you very much for your site it is amazing

A brother constantly berates his little sister but she's not going to stand for that much longer. Little does she know, her plan will go better than she could have ever expected.

Brother bugs sister constant...

Sister gets friends, finds bros fetish (farts)

Decides to punish him with it...4 other girls

Months later bro cant get off...desires farts directly now, no substitute

Sister for help...

Sure....be my slave forever

Uh..okay...

Friends etc.

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"Teri?" The voice came from the other side of the door, followed by a couple of light knocks.

"Yeah?" She answered with her mouth full.

"Can I come in?"

"Yeah, come on in."

The door opened and in stepped a nerdy looking guy. He wore a white dress shirt and black slacks; his hair spiked because of its short length.

"What's up?" Teri asked.

"I just wanted to make sure you were ready, the match starts in an hour."

"I'm getting there, Vic; just finishing lunch."

Victor looked down at the bench Teri was eating on. His face turned to disappointment.

"Really? A sausage and egg burrito? You think that is what you should be eating before perhaps the biggest match of your life?!"

"Okay, one, it's chorizo not sausage. Two, I don't think I asked you your opinion on my diet."

"I'm sorry, I just...I wanna see you win. This is a great opportunity."

"Don't worry, I'll win no problem," she said, getting up and putting a shoulder on Victor. Her greasy hands left stains on his shirt which he noticed immediately.

"Ah, sorry...looks like I messed up your shirt," Teri said laughing.

"Why do you do that? Huh?!"

"Come on, lighten up a little man."

Victor said nothing; he turned and left the room in a huff.

Teri laughed to herself as she sat back down to her meal.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! The WBL, sponsored by Osh, is proud to present tonight's match for the Women's Boxing Championship belt. Coming out first, we have the contender weighing in tonight at 174 pounds, she hails from Salinas, California, in the green shorts, Ms. Teri Reider!"

The crowd went crazy as Teri came out; boos and cheers filled the auditorium. She came down her ramp aggressively, Victor following closely behind her.

"You ready for this?"

"Oh yeah!"

Teri entered the ring and celebrated a bit and the crowd cheered her on. She never felt better in her whole life; this was going to be some match for sure.

"And coming out now, the champion weighing in at 187 pounds, she hails from New York City, New York, in the red shorts, Ms. Harmony Williams!

Teri watched as Harmony strolled out confidently, the gold belt around her waist. She stared at it. She wanted it and as God as her witness she was going to get it.

Harmony did very little to pump up her crowd but she didn't need to, her following would tag along with her off a cliff.

The two women met in the middle of the ring with the referee.

"Okay ladies, I want a clean bout. When I break, go back to your neutral corners and wait for the bell. Once I ring the bell again, it's over, go back to your corners and wait for the next round, this is your only warning. Got it?"

The two nodded.

"Alright, gloves up."

The two bumped their gloves and went into their corners.

Both women stared at each other with incredible intensity; they both were going to fight until they couldn't anymore.

The bell rang and both boxers hopped out and into action.

Harmony took a quick left jab at Teri's face but she dodged it and delivered a hard right hook to the champ's stomach. Harmony retaliated with a right cross which landed smack in Teri's face, putting her out of it for a moment. The blows went back and forth on both sides, neither woman having a single weakness for more than a split second.

There was a minute left in the round when suddenly, Teri took a terrible left hook right in the stomach. She held her stomach in pain while trying to fight off Harmony. After what seemed like hours, the bell rang and Teri retreated to her corner.

"What's wrong?" Victor asked.

"I don't know, I have some terrible stomach pains."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Nothing, I'll be fine."

"Okay."

Victor gave her some water as Teri caught her breath.

The bell rang again.

"Go Teri!" Victor yelled.

Teri jumped out and quickly delivered an uppercut to Harmony but she left her body wide open for too long as Harmony landed hard jabs.

The stomach pains got worse, Teri was getting ready to give up when a cross landed directly to her gut.

PRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

A fart exploded loudly out from her. Harmony looked at her, in fact, everything stopped for a moment. Everyone had heard it; snickers started to arise from the crowd. Teri was embarrassed but she felt better too. She quickly turned to Harmony and hit her with a right hook, making connection perfectly. Harmony

            “Happy birthday, Julia!”
            Julia gasped as she took her hands away from her eyes and was starting at a black limo. “Oh, my! You did this?”
            “Of course, who else?”
            “But you didn’t need to do all this…”
            “All what? Mark owns a limo company, he did all this.”
            “Wow, that was nice of him. How’s it working out with him?”
            “He’s just fantastic but forget about him, this day should be all about you. Hop in.”
            Tess enters the car first, followed closely by a still awestruck Julia.
            “So where do you wanna go?”
            “Oh I don’t know.”
            “Come on, you gotta have something in mind.”
            “Well….”
            “Well what?”
            “I always did want to do one thing.”

            “You want a ride?”
            “Nah, thanks though.”
            “Alright, see ya tomorrow man.”
            “Yeah, see ya.”
            I had never been one to take rides. I hated walking but, when I didn’t have my car that is usually what I did. My house was about 15 blocks down the road so I was in for a long walk.
Somewhere around the 8th block, I spotted a black limo driving up the street. It was rare to see such a sight in this small suburb so I just had to gawk for a few seconds and then I kept on walking. A few seconds later, the same limo pulled up next to me a slowed to my pace, as if it was following me. The windows were tinted dark and I could not see anything inside, that is until the back window rolled down.

            “Hey there, what’s your name?”
            “Me? Jon.”
            “Hey Jon, you wanna ride with two lovely ladies?”
            I had to think about this…it was definitely a weird situation. On the one hand, these girls could be some crazy serial killers or some shit and they wanted me to be their next victim. Or maybe I just watch too much Law and Order. After a few seconds of arguing with myself, I decided to join the beautiful girls and boy were they ever beautiful. Hot in fact. Two gorgeous girls who looked like they were not a day older than 25 and they wanted a 21 year old like me. Jon, I said to myself, you lucked out.
            “Hey ladies, so what’s your names?”
            “Well, I’m Julia and this is my friend Tess.”
            “Nice to meet you both. So…were we going?”
            “Just touring the city.”
            “Cool, sounds like fun.”
            “Oh it will be, especially now that you’re here.”
            “Oh yeah? Sweet. Let’s get this party started.”
            “We were hoping you would say that. Why don’t you lay out on the floor in the middle there and relax, we’ll give you a good time.”
            “Man you girls get started quickly don’t you.”
            “Yeah,” Julia answered, giggling slightly.
            “Alright, here I go.” I laid down on the floor and looked behind me to see Tess closing the privacy window between the driver and us and I watched as Julia got up from her seat and carefully walked towards me. She stopped right above my head and before I could ask her what she was doing she sat down, her ass in my face.
            “Hey what’s going on!?” I yelled, my voice mumbled.
            “This!” Julia exclaimed as she rose her ass cheek slightly and farted. PRRRRRBBBBBBT! The damn thing must have lasted 5 full seconds. She sat back down. I coughed and gagged for fresh air but in this position I could get none. “How’s that smell?”
            I could not reply, I just continued to cough as I took in the wretch scent that just would not go away.
            “That good, huh? Well how about another my little fart sniffer? She asked, evilly.
            Upon hearing this I trashed and kicked around, trying to get free. I got a bit of an edge and was going to slide out when Tess came around and sat on my stomach. Escape would be all but impossible now. Breathing would be more difficult now too.
            “Where did you think you were gonna go?”
            To be honest, I hadn’t thought about it, nor did I really care, I just wanted out and away from these chicks. I continued to kick around but it was a pointless waste of energy as the two girls sat atop me. Eventually, I just stopped and gave into the inevitable.
            “There, maybe now that you’re calm you can sniff my lovely farts properly.”
            And with that she let go of another bomb. BBBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTT! The horrible stench burned as it entered my nasal passages and made my eyes water but I had no choice but to endure. Soon, however, between the awful butt blasts and having Tess sit on my stomach I was running out of oxygen. I began to feel light headed and my breathing became heavy but this had no effect on Julia, she remained seated. In a few more seconds I would pass out but not without having to take in an earth shattering fart from my tormentor. PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPP!! A few desperate sniffs for air would send the monster up into my nostrils and I slowly faded into unconsciousness.

            “Come on, Tess, have a go at him.”
            “I really shouldn’t, I don’t want to get into the habit of it, Mark isn’t too fond of it.”
            “Just once, you have to do it, please” Julia pleaded.
            “Well…,” Tess sat and thought, “…alright, I’ll do it but just once. Plus I feel a nice big one coming and it shouldn’t go to waste.”
            “Excellent!”
            “Okay here, help me out with this. I am gonna lay on his chest, with my ass near his face. Once I get set up, quickly pour the water on him and grab his head and shove it up my ass and hold it there till I say otherwise, alright?”
            “Haha! Sounds great.”
            Tess quickly got set up on Jon’s chest and lowered her pants and painties so she would deliever her attack bare assed. She signaled Julia to wake him up.
            I awoke suddenly to a splash of very cold water on my face. Before I could make sense of anything my head was lifted and shoved into what appeared to be a naked ass ass. I fought for freedom but it was a pointless fight. Less than 2 seconds later, I was hit with a loud, roaring fart blast. BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP! My head and face was held tight, forced farther up the ass and into the rancid smell. It took no time at all before I passed out again.

            I woke up, this time, in total darkness. Before I could respond a loud, hot fart erupted from above me. The girls laughed as I realized they had been gas attacking me even while I was incapacitated.

You live alone? Lift cheek a lot for answer, yes. Fart in this position and sit down.

"Move it you stupid slut!" Billy shouted as he purposefully bumped Morgan as he walked by her.

"You're a fucking son of a bitch Billy! Get the fuck away from me! Go suck a dick!"

Billy just laughed hysterically as he continued on his way.

"Hey! Did I hear you correctly little missy?" Dave asked.

Morgan turned around and saw Dave, a nark, standing right behind her, no doubt hearing everything she just said.

"Come on, you're going to have a talk with the principal."

"But...but, Billy...he called me a stupid slut."

"Alright, we'll talk with him but I know I heard what you said and I'm taking you to the office."

"Whatever," Morgan said, flatly.

This wasn't the first time something like this happened; in fact she knew all the narks on campus by name just because this happened so frequently. Boys seemed to love calling Morgan names but when she retaliated she was the one that always wound up in trouble. She was already on thin ice after she jumped on Peter after he called her mother a whore. One more incident like that, the principal threatened her, and she would be expelled. She tried to explain her reasoning every time but no one listened.

"Hey James?"

"Yeah?" James asked from the Dave's walkie-talkie.

"I'm taking Morgan to the office, can you cover the East side and send someone to talk to Billy; he apparently was involved."

"Morgan again?"

"I'm afraid so," he said, looking down disappointedly at Morgan.

She rolled her eyes in reply and Steven just shook his head.

"I can't believe you are here again Ms. Emmet."

"Neither can I Mr. Flaherty."

Morgan could feel the air conditioning blasting into the office; it felt good compared to the very warm outside.

"So what was it this time?" He asked, clearly ready to write off anything Morgan said.

"Billy called me a stupid slut."

"I see, and you believed it was appropriate to tell him to go suck a dick?"

Morgan smiled and laughed silently to herself.

"This is no laughing matter young lady!"

"I understand sir."

Mr. Flaherty sighed, "What am I going to do with you?"

Morgan shrugged.

"I don't want to expel you because you are such an exceptional student but this cannot continue. Why don't you join a club during lunch and hopefully that will give you a group you can hang out with during brunch so this won't happen nearly as much?"

"No one will ever like me," Morgan whined.

"Oh, I don't believe that. You are a beautiful young girl, smart, kind; I think there are people out that very door that are dying to be your friend."

"You think so?"

"I know so."

A smiled crossed Morgan's face; it had been a while since anyone had seen such a sight.

"Are we going to be having this discussion again?"

"Hopefully not."

"A little vague but I'm glad to hear it; you're free to go, enjoy the rest of lunch time."

Morgan nodded and exited the principal's office; she was back out in the hot outside of the campus.

"She started it!" Morgan heard Billy yell as he approached the office, pointing at her.

"Maybe but you didn't end it did you?" Casey asked.

Casey, another nark, was escorting Billy to the principal's office. He nodded to her and Billy, when he got close enough, flipped her off.

"Hey! I saw that!" Casey yelled.

"God damn it!" Billy exclaimed angrily.

The door closed behind Casey and Billy; Morgan just smiled. This had been the first time anyone of her tormenters had gotten in trouble for what they did and she was glad.

"Hey you!" A girl yelled in Morgan's direction.

She looked behind her and saw no one there; the girl must have been talking to her.

"Uh...hey?" Morgan said, confused.

"Hi, I'm Jessica. I heard what Billy said to you and I made sure the narks knew what went down."

"Well...uh...thank you...for doing that."

"Anytime; I'd do anything to get that bastard in trouble."

"Why's that?"

"Because he's a fucking cheater; I caught him kissing this slut Heather while he was still going out with me!"

"What an asshole," Morgan replied, empathetically.

"Agreed; so what's your name?"

"I'm Morgan."

"Well it's nice to meet you Morgan."
    
"Nice to meet you...Jessica, you said right?"

"Yup, Jessica Bernardo," she said extending her arm for a hand shake.

Morgan took her hand and shook, "Morgan Emmet."

"Cool; lemme take you to meet my friends."

"Okay," Morgan said, agreeably.

Morgan was happier than she had ever been in years.

"Hey girl, we're sorry about Billy, he's just a cock sucker."

"Yeah, it's fine, no big deal," Morgan replied, almost whispering.

"Elle, Cassie; this is Morgan, she's one of us now."

"Oh cool, hi Morgan, I'm Cassie," the girl said energetically.

"Hi," Morgan replied shyly, waving slightly.

"She already knows your name idiot," Elle said aggressively.

"She might have had us confused maybe?" Cassie replied innocently.

"Whatever. Morgan, hi; I think I might have seen you in my algebra class."

"Could be, I don't really notice people much; I kinda keep to myself."

"Well, no need for that anymore, you're hanging with the coolest crew around," Jessica said, putting her arm on Morgan's shoulder.

Morgan just smiled slightly as the bell ending lunch rang.

"Fuck, class again!" Elle stated.

"Yeah. Oh, hey Morgan, you walk home?" Jessica asked.

Morgan paused for a second and then nodded.

"Alright, cool; meet us by the flagpole when you get done, we'll all walk together."

"Okay," Morgan said as the group slowly broke and took off in different directions.

Morgan met up with the other three girls after school and together they all walked home talking about anything and everything. Morgan could not help but feel a little left out at first but slowly she started to work her way into the girls' conversations. Within just a few weeks it was almost as if Morgan had been these girls' friends for as long as anyone else. She quickly became apart of sleepovers, after school hangouts, and the like; for once in her life, she was one of the group.

"God, he's so hot," Morgan said.

"What? Who? What are you talking about?"

"Sorry, just,

OK I waited long enough to send you a new request..  Here it is: (This includes a little bit of bondage..  Hope thats OK)..  Its called Initiation into the Gass Gang..

A gang of girls in south Florida get together and decide how to handle new recruites... This isnt any normal gang though..  These are 10 of the most beautiful and athlethic gals in south florida and they need to find an additional 5 girls...  Each of the gang members are excited...  Its the first time they have recruited...

They select 10 to start and tell each of the new beauties that only 5 will be asked to join...  They are told that the initiation will be severe and difficult...  This is the most famous girl gang in Floride..  EVERY GIRL wanted to become a member...  They got any guy they wanted...

Each of the 10 are subject to severe paddling and bondage and humiliation for the 4 weeks of their initiation...  On the last 3 days of initiation the remaining 7 girls (3 dropped out due to the sever treatment they received) the initiates see a new game the gang will play with them...

Each of the initiates will be taken to the basement of an abandoned warehouse where there are 7 benches in a circle..  Each bench has eye hooks at the top and the bottom...  The girls are brough in with blindfolds, striped and are positioned face up on the benches and their extreemities are secured tightly and well exposed..  2 short boards are then secured to the side of the each bench so that their heads cant move... The hood is then removed...

The Initiates see all of the gang members dressed to the 9's looking beautiful with sleek tight fitting dresses on eating what looks like a feast fit for a king...  Little did they know that the food that each of the gang members were eating were very high in garlic, beans, onions and anything else that would not only give the girls gass but make their farts almost unbareable...

Once dinner was over each gang member was assigned an initiate..  The initiates were fidgiting because they received a severe paddling before they arrived so their bottoms were sore but noting like what was about to happen...

All of a sudden these gorgeous, perfectly dressed member walked over to their assigned initiate, straddled their faces, lifted their dressed over their naked bottoms and stood above each initiate...

The gang leader then took her spot on the queens thrown  and spoke aloud to the initiates...  "Here is where we separate a gang member from just a wanna be"..  Each initiate was told that their gang sister will sit their naked spread bottoms on their face and fart for the next 30 minutes...  Each girl was to breath in deeply each fart and if anyone passed out they would be thrown out still fully naked to find their own way home...  The remaining 2 gang members were to do everything in their power to make sure the initiates failed from keeping a close eye on their breathing to making sure the gang members asses were wide spread to give the initiates the full effect of the ass smell and the farts...  The gang leader ONLY wanted strong and wild members for her circle...

The gang leader asked if each of her team were ready to smoother and with a rousing "YES" the gang members sat their gorgeous asses upon the faces of the would be member...

The farts were plentyfull..  The stench unbareable even for the members themselves..  The initiates were tied so tightly there was no escape from the barrage of farts coming from these tight beautiful ass holes...

My friend ill let you finish the story in your erotic way...

Jessica takes revenge on Billy during gang pledging (boyfriend? unfortunate meeting? pizza delivery guy)

Morgan is going to ask a guy out during high school time and he is going to blow her off and be mean...years later wants to be her boyfriend...she accepts but tortures him till he is uncoius. "You're ugly and you stink!"

Really hard but required class, only teacher available, very hot

Toil all year, current grade C+

Dont worry, you grade can complete change after final (performance on)

odd scheduling, to deter cheating
     15 students, 5 days, 3 tests a day

Rumors about final, strange torture

2nd student, 1st day (previous leaves weak and disoreintated)

Final = ffarting
or
Test + poor performance = ffarting to enhance grade

Female farting class, fart on men

Farts start after drop deadline (have to take an F if leave now)

In class group (farting) projects and outside of class projects

Odd number of students, 1 extra boy, come up here for alt assignment...lay on desk teacher sits on his face...several minutes FART..."oops..i dropped a bomb on your face...well sniff it up since you are down there...HAHAHAH!"

Husband finds he is slave to his wife...she goes on week vacation...passes him to neigbor for the week...she passes him to another neigbor next day...continues for 5 days...completely different person returns husband on day 6 when wife is back...unconcious in a wheelbarrow. wife has idea...group fart party

Chole creations vids

Boss?

Father dies, daughter inherits money and well kept apt. complex

Handles biz differently

Nonpayment = ff

Unconscious, leaves notice, sniffs dmg and determines number of days (10)

Tenant non-pay - 5 years (father was okay with him) out of work software programmer

Slave for 5 days

6th day: come to the bathroom so we can take care of 2008 too!

Story about a flower...weed maybe...farted on by a woman...everntually dies.

Daisy

Prized tulips

New ref, loser thinks quick count (beth pheniox), winner thinks helped her win (maria) and didn't need it

Girl is farting on guys face in beginning (i know you love this...i saw.....what......)

Other girlfriend comes up...no ill do it if my man likes that shit....

Two girls fight for guy

Decide to take turns till he passes out (where?) contest to see who gets him

together????

Winner does it to him forever.

Jobber (me) vs. carlito, I win...steal ass touch on Maria

Taken back, fart torutre

Man is a total bastard to women...untimely death (one woman kills him or accidental death)

Goes to hell...inticed by girls...face farting for life.

Woman has affair with man...husband comes home, hide in couch space....farted on, cant take it any more...bursts out...husband leaves wife...wife comes and finds man, fart to near death

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The cereal filled spoon emerged from the nearly lukewarm milk and found its way to into Roger's mouth.

"So, where you going today?"

Roger barely looked up from his bowl.

Tina scans the bar as she takes another sip of her Heineken. She had been sitting for hours, just scoping out people, but this was routine for her by now.

Finally, she spots a viable target; a blonde, sexy woman; probably in her early 20's. The girl already had the appearance of being buzzed, a few more drinks and she would fall into Tina's lap just as the others had. The sultry siren rose from her chair and walked over to the bar, taking a seat next to the blonde.

"Hi! I'm Jessica!" The blonde was unsurprisingly, drunkenly forthcoming.

"Tina," she replied as she shook Jessica's extended hand.

"What do you do Trina?"

"It's Tina, and I'm a executive at Jacob's Publishing."

"Wow! That's so cool! I'm still in college, working on my degree in...FASHION!"

"Impressive," Tina said, sarcastically.

"Yeah, it's totally cool! I love it."

"Looks like your drink is empty Jess, can I call you Jess?"

"Sure, I love nicknames!"

"Bartender, another one for this lady right here; on me."

The bartender nodded and winked at Tina who winked in reply.

"Ah, that's so sweet of you, thanks Mina."

"Tina."

Tina continued conversing with the drunken woman right up until the bar closed at 2:00 a.m.

"Jess, you can't drive home like that."

"Come on, I'm fine," she replied.

Jessica walked a few feet only to fall and smack her head against her car. She passed out on the sidewalk.

Tina laughed. "Oh my god, this is just too easy."

She lifted the super thin beauty and hoisted her over her shoulder and walked the single block to her condo.

"Wee, I'm flying!" Jessica shouted in a brief moment of consciousness before passing out again.

Jessica woke with a massive headache. She laid on something soft, she assumed it was her bed and that she had made it home but she remembered very little of what went on.

She looked at the clock at her bedside and noticed it wasn't her clock. It was 3:55 a.m.

Where the hell am I, she wondered to herself. She tried to rise out of the bed but she quickly realized her ankles were tied and so were her wrists. It was dark and she could make out nothing in the room other than the bright red glow of the numbers on the digital clock at her side.

The loud rustling of sheets informed Tina her prey was awake.

"Look who's up."

"Who's there?!"

"Tina, from the bar; don't you remember?"

"No, I'm afraid not. Hey, thanks for letting me crash here but I really gotta get going, I got a test tomorrow." Jessica said nervously but trying to remain calm.

"You're gonna miss that test."

"Oh, I can't; I wish I could but it's really important."

"Really? What's it on? Proper hemming?" Tina asked, laughing.

"Let me go, please?" Jessica pleaded.

"I'll let you go after we're finished."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'll let it be a surprise," Tina said, her voice getting closer as she approached the bed and mounted it. She quickly undid Jessica's jeans and pulled them down.

With no warning at all, a cold, gel-like penis delved deep into Jessica's unprepared vagina.

"Oh fuck!" Jessica screamed in pain.

"What's the matter, don't like getting fucked?"

Jessica said nothing, only whimpered softly, as Tina continued to trust herself forward. Jessica bit her lip to try to not focus on the incredible pain of the larger penis toy that persistently plunged into her.

"Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" Tina said, euphorically. "You like that?!"

"Stop! Please stop!" Jessica shouts.

"Why? Don't you like it?" Tina asked, not really caring about the answer.

"I'm a virgin! It hurts! It hurts so much! Please, stop!"

An evil grin crosses Tina's face as she continues her stead motion.

Several minutes go by before Tina removes her toy from a sore Jessica.

She crawls over to near Tina's head a grabs hold of her face. Jessica tries to release her head from Tina's grip but it is to no avail. With her mouth open, Tina plunges the length of the dick into Jessica's mouth and pulls it out quickly. Jessica coughs and gags as Tina plunges it back into her mouth once more and pulls it out again.

"Please stop this!"

"Almost done girly; this shit always gets my stomach churning."

Jessica had no idea what that meant but she felt Tina straddle her body and thought she was going to kiss her but she quickly found out she was wrong.

A decently sized presence hung over Jessica's head.

"Here it comes," Tina called out as she took her hand and stuck it over Jessica's mouth.

A horrid sound was produced from Tina's ass, followed by an equally horrid scent that filled Jessica's nostrils with it's putrid scent.

BRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPP!

"Sniff it all, girly! Sniff it all for mama!"

Jessica was forced to do just that as the smell crept into her nose and filled her senses with its rankness.

PRAAAAMMMMMPPP!

Another fart rang out and Tina, sadistic as she was, removed her hand from Jessica's mouth and sat with all her weight on Jessica's face, trapping the smell between her asshole and Jessica's tortured nose.

The smell of this one was even worse, as if she had been holding them in for sometime and the already bad smell had expired and become a truly, ungodly scent.

From her seated position, Tina farted once more, directly up Jessica's nose.

BRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

"Ah yeah, that feels so good," she said as she ran her fingers through her slave's hair. "Sniff it all up for me!"

Jessica was fading, it was all too much for her as the putrid smell hung around her nose and never seemed to go away. She quickly passed out.

Tina, taking her time, slowly rose off the blonde beauty and exited the bed. She sighed as a silent fart escaped from her ass; she pointed it in the direction of the unconscious victim and laughed quietly to herself. She flipped the nearby light switch and turned back around to admire her work. The disheveled blonde lay lifelessly on the bed; her thin, naked frame looking almost anorexic.

Tina walked towards her victim; inspecting her. A substantial amount of blood pooled near Jessica’s vagina; she was not lying about her virginity. Tina looked the young girl’s face; it was pained and yet still beautiful. It was unlike anything she had ever saw. Tina immediately shook off the feeling and walked out of the room, tuning off the light as she exited.

The light from the nearby window woke Jessica. She quickly rose from bed and saw Tina sitting nearby; asleep in a chair. Jessica tried to silently leave the room but the floor creaking gave her away; Tina stirred awake.

“Oh…you’re up,” she said, compassionately.

Jessica stayed quiet. She saw the blue penis still strapped to Tina, she didn’t know whether she wanted to laugh or cry…she did neither.

“You sleep good?”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Jessica said, angrily.

“Now listen girly. I…

a forced lesbian story where one girl is kidnapped and forced face farting sex and stuff like that that slowly turns into a love story

And for the lesbian story the only thing is I'd prefer to have the mistress fall for the slave eventually or maybe theres another slave who falls for the newest recruit so to speak.

Guy farts in girls house, she plays it off "your gonna be punished for that" jokingly

Fart torture

Poor performing troop is drafted and kept...unknown to them in the begining at an all female camp...

Used as torture for the female soldiers and the commander woman

Henry sat on the couch next to his dad, his small Christmas haul sat on the table in front of him. He asked for nothing this Christmas; nothing material would make him happy, not anymore. He wanted love; a relationship with someone who loved him.

Based on A Sniffer is Born

Based of Rebellion (the first portion)

Guy joins stange pornorgraphy mailing list

Later kidnapped

Stuffed into van, (lot of fight) "sit on his head"

Farted into unconciousness

Wakes up on stage, stark naked, "slave auctions" (mistresses in tight leather and latex in audience)

Bought, $2,000

Ff torture

Guy with mistress taken to poker game, farted on there, mistress losing, relentless farting on slave (no "breaks")

Finally she bets slave, loses, gets up off face (breathing heavy), slaps slaves face "this is your fault you asshole." Storms out

Guy joins new mistress, truly evil

Kick, hit beat, "slave furniture," couch, bed

Sleep in cage (surrounded in glass, place for ass, to pass gas into container), push on stomach to exhale and inhale only farts

Cruel mistress goes to location to trade slaves

Arrested as accomplice to kidnapping

Guy very grateful of cops, especially one woman cop, very hot

Go on one date, comes back to her house, handcuffed arms and legs

FF torture

Final night, finish what my sister started...

Cop is siter of original domme who lost in bet

Woman gets new cooking show, demands young male sidekick, off side checking emails for an 'live' ask show...first episode...woman cooks, anwers few quesitons, asks for kids help...he walks towards her and she gestures downward he gets to his knees and she sits on his face, farting once immediately, he struggles to breathe but remains...good boy, she farts again he remains immobile this time, pleasing her greatly...when we come back, she gots off him and he falls to the ground unconcious...you can't do this...

Female pool shark

Boy (submissive, not by choice) meets very dominating girl...

Play video games, he is photographer...takes pictures of her. (film takes too long but looks better)

"facesitting?

"what's that?"

Grabs arm and swings me to floor...sits on face

Farts

"Hello"

"Mr. Peters?"

"Speaking, who's this?"

"This is Bonnie Grandforth at your son's school, is he home sick today?"

"Uh, no I dropped him off this morning; I watched him go in, are you saying you haven't seen him today?"

"I'm afraid not, he's been marked absent in all the periods thus far."

"Oh God, let me call you back!"

Jon called around to locate his son

Son get's kidnapped, tortured by a sadistic group of women, single father, gets called, come to secluded location (alone), father is taken, shown son tied to chair (unconscious), father pleads for his freedom, we will set him free if you submit to our wills, anything he says, they subject him to countless hours of torture not allowing him to sleep or lose consciousness, hours later son is freed (also tortured) to see dad barely alive in other room, woman tells him he is free, asks about dad, dad must take his place, speak to him for last time, dad tells him to go to his uncles and aunts home, dad starts to panic as another woman comes in to his area, son sees her mount his face before he is pushed out of the building, son goes to uncle, 2 years later knock on door, father is there (stains of all colors on his shirt and pants, shirt torn, hair ruffled, smelling terrible), reunited at last.

Frat guy, knows stuff, is captured by rival sorority...tortured for infromation

Or set in army situation or business

Based on me, struggling, unable to take first step...girl in next school semester approaches, does good socially...good dating, good relationship...then she turns...no one could ever love him...

Boy gets teacher fired, he reveas it to her (not expected result, it was a joke), lost job, ruined carreer…ill confess, yes you will but not get away that easy, fart torture