HOSTAGE
Author: Closet Fetishist

Story Codes: nosex Fdom Msub ds flatu fart tragic


Why is life never simple? That is a question I kept
asking myself on what was beginning to be my worst day
ever. Little did I know, it was only going to get worse.

I woke up in my bed at 11:30 a.m. in a frenzy. My
alarm had failed to go off at 6:00 a.m. like it should
have so I was going to be late everywhere I had
planned to go. I quickly showered, got dressed, ate a
slice of buttered bread (no time for toasting), and
ran out the door. After a multitude of inane errands
and long lines I finally arrived at my final place,
the bank, at 3:40 p.m. I was supposed to head for my
now late lunch or early dinner after that. I left the
teller booth and was half way to the door when three
figures quickly approached the doors from the outside.
They barged in and I noticed they held guns in their
hands. "EVERYBODY DOWN!" The masked figures yelled.
Everyone in the bank hit the floor. I kept my head
down but I heard four shots ring out. Screaming could
be heard but it wasn't clear to me if anyone had been
shot. I raised my head a tad from the floor but all I
could see two booted feet standing directly in front
of me. I looked back to the floor again. I heard the
rustle of trash bags and the sounds of drawers being
opened and closed quickly. The screaming had died down
to soft whimpering. The robbers were ready to leave
when the sounds of sirens approached quickly. I looked
up to see one of them go to the window. The figure
said something in some language I was not familiar
with and then returned to her colleagues. I looked
back at the floor. The 3 robbers talked amongst
themselves in this language of theirs and then it got
quiet. They must have come to some kind of solution
because I heard them walking together. This is where
things went bad. I foolishly and incautiously looked
up and right into the masked face of one of the
robbers. "Hello," the figure said. Then the masked
figure roughly picked me up by the hair and before I
knew it I was outside with the three figures. I looked
with wide eyes the line of cop cars that stood with
officers with their guns drawn. One of the officers
approached. As she stepped closer, the figure that
held me put her gun to my forehead. The officer
stopped in her tracks. "I was hoping we could
negotiate a deal here." The assumed leader of the
robbers took off his mask and my jaw dropped as I saw
it was a woman, and not just any old woman but a
beautiful model type woman. "There will be no
negotiation. Here is the deal, we take our friend here
and if any car follows us he dies. Are we clear?"

"Yes, we are clear." The officer gave some signal to
the line of cops. The three robbers then hopped in
their car with me in the middle of the backseat. As we
drove off I thought about what a horrible negotiator
that officer was. She didn't even offer herself in my
place. I was kind of frightened about what was to
become of me in these robbers custody especially since
they spoke some other language so I would not always
know what they were saying. The driver was probably
the leader and I had already established she was
female but what about the other 3. I was about to get
my answer as the other 3 removed their masks and I saw
they too were equally very beautiful women. In any
other situation I would have been in heaven but even
in this ominous situation things were going to get
worse real fast.

After about a half an hour of driving, we arrived at
a stop light. Nothing remarkable about that it's just
what happened here. I happened to notice the driver
lean to the side and then something happened that I
would have never expected in a million years. She
farted and pretty loudly. I was surprised at this and
the other women just giggled a bit. Eventually, the
smell of the fart reached my nose and my god was it
rank. I coughed twice lightly and then breathed
heavily though my mouth, it helped only a little. A
few minutes later, my eyes went wide as I peered
slightly the left to see the woman next to me was now
bent to her side and I genteelly shook my head in
disbelief as she farted a pretty sizable fart as well.
The women giggled a little heavier. The smell in the
car was getting worse by the minute and I could not
breathe one bit without choking. A few minutes of this
hell was going to be nothing compared to what happened
next. Suddenly and randomly, they were all farting and
farting steadily. I could not take it for long. I
don't know how long I stayed with it and took in the
awful stench, it seemed like hours but eventually I
passed out as they continued their farting quartet.

I woke up looking up at what appeared to be a
ceiling. Looking to my left and right it seemed I was
in some sort of bedroom. I also noticed I was on a
bed. After a few seconds I had deduced it wasn't my
room. I then attempted to wipe the sleep from my eyes
but soon realized it was tied to the bed at the top
with rope.  My legs were also tied to the bottom of
the bed. I wiggled to get free but it was no use, the
knots were too strong and it seemed with each movement
that I struggled the ropes became tighter around my
wrists. I tried to relax but it was difficult as I
laid and wonder what was to become of me. I tried a
few more times to get free but it was apparent I would
not be getting out of these ropes. As I struggled some
more I heard the door open and like a kid doing
something he isn't supposed to I quickly turned toward
the door and put on my most inconspicuous face. "Don't
bother trying to get out," one of the robbers said, in
a slight accent that hinted at a bit of Hispanic
origin, "I tied those myself and nothing has ever
gotten out of my knots." She smiled as she looked at
my helpless body tied and stretched. "But now I think
its time to have a little fun with you."

"Wha...what are you going to do with me?" I asked as my
body quaked with fear.

"Don't worry, you'll find out." She then began to
disrobe completely. I looked at her perfect sexy body
in awe and watched as she approached the bed. She got
on and lay near me. She twirled around with my hair
and felt my face. I for once felt that maybe this
would not be so bad. I mean, held hostage by a bunch
of hot women? Where's bad? My mind flashed back to the
event in the car but I figured that was some kind of
fluke or something. I figure if there was a heaven
this is what it would be like. Heaven however, went
south and it went south suddenly and quickly. I
watched as she gently on the bed rose to her knees and
quickly turned around and sat her ass on my face. My
mind race, I wondered what the hell was going on as
she began to wiggle on her seat, also known as my
face. Then she quickly leaned to the side and farted a
mighty load in my face and sat back down, locking the
smell in the small space between her ass and my face.
The smell was awful as I was forced to breathe in the
stench. As she began to get up, she quickly frozen and
farted another sizable blow in my face. "Enjoy that
one for a while," she said laughing as she left the
room. I had no choice but to breathe in the fart that
she had left clinging to me.

After a few hours the smell on me and in the room had
finally dissipated. I tried once again to get free but
it was still no use. I lay in wait for whatever was to
happen next. I would not have to wait long because
within the hour another of the females entered the
room where I was tied. She wasted no time with words
and immediately stripped down to her thong underwear.
She approached and got on the bed and immediately sat
on my face. "Open your mouth wide!" She demanded. I
refused to comply, stupidly, so she responded by
kicking my stomach hard. "Do it!" She yelled. I opened
my mouth and within seconds she produced a wretched
fart. "Swallow it!" She demanded. I unwillingly
complied and swallowed the awful tasting fart. "Good,"
she then said, "Now some for your nose, breathe deep
now."

"No, please...no more."

"Oh shut up...you know...for that�you will get this." She
got up off my face and pulled a roll of duct tape from
the drawer.

"No...no please!" She wouldn't listen to my pleas. She
tightly placed the tape over my mouth and replaced
herself on my face. The smells of her ass were
intensified and then she began farting steadily. I
fought for freedom from her but she was too strong and
the ropes still held tight. She was unfazed by my
escape attempt and continued to fart blow after blow
for at least half an hour. It was finally over when I
had passed out from lack of oxygen.

I was woken up by the 3 robbers who had entered my
room. I quickly learned they were calling the police
with my ransom. After they spoke for a few minutes
they put the phone to my mouth.

"Please, you have to help me. You have to get me out
of here," I begged and pleaded with the mouthpiece.

"Are you alright?" The person on the other end asked.

"Yes but please get me out of here now! They are
torturing me and I can't take much more of this."

"Listen to me!" The phone barked in my ear, "We have
a trace! We will be there soon...don't act suspicious
and everything should go fine." The leader immediately
took the phone and hung up. Without a word to me the
girls left the room. I sat in wait for the police. I
hope they were right and were able to get here before
I would have to be forced to endure torture from these
ladies and their deadly asses again.

I lay uncomfortably on the bed and thought about what
I would do after I was free. The one thing I was sure
to do was take a 3 hour shower to attempt to get this
stench off me. I waited for the sounds of sirens and
just as I believed they would they come. I heard the
girls beyond the door yelling at each other. I smiled
a bit. Suddenly and quite unexpectantly the door to my
room opened and the leader stepped in. "Well, looks
like you'll have to die."

"What?! No please, I won't talk to anyone. Just let
me go and I will move on with my life."

"Hm...uh...no. Sorry fella but you are going to die but
tell you what...I'll make it nice and quick since we
are pressed for time. I heard loud footsteps climbing
up stairs. I assumed it was the officers. I watched
the leader strip to her underwear and approach the
bed. I looked at her with scared eyes and shook my
head. She smiled a bit and got on the bed. I heard the
police banging on the door. They would be in soon but
would they make it in time? The leader sat on my face
and immediately placed on hand on the back of my head
and pulled my face hard and deep into her ass. The
smells here were beyond anything I had ever experience
and for once I had actually feared for my life. I
screamed out against the tape as I heard a rumble from
her ass. I faintly heard sounds of the door breaking
on its hinges. I heard shouts of "Freeze" then, as I
was off guard, I heard an earth shattering fart which
came from the leader's ass. The gas blew quickly
against my face and into my nose. I became immediately
dizzy as the leader let me go and my head fell back
onto the bed. "Good night," I heard her say faintly.
The next thing I saw was a black figure enter my room.
He felt my neck and with a look of horror he shouted
"He's gone." 

What did he mean, gone? I was fine...wasn't I? I could
still see him, surely I was fine. I tried to speak but
my mind could not get the message. The man closed my
eye lids with his fingers and they never opened again.

    

Hostage