GOOD GUY, BAD COP
Author: Closet Fetishist
Story Codes: nosex Fdom Msub ds flatu fart
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. 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,
PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBTT
TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT! 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.