MY SISTER THE SADIST
Author: Closet Fetishist
Story Codes: nosex Fdom msub ds flatu fart tragic
"Why are you doing this!?" I shouted as I gasped
desperately for air.
"Because you need to be punished for going in my
room," Jean declared as she lowered her sweat panted
ass back down, nearer to my face.
PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBBBBB! She farted once
again; a big, nasty smelling fart filled my nostrils
as she planted her ass back on my face, sealing in the
stench.
"Ahhh!" She sighed, happily. "If feels so good to let
out my putrid gas right on your stupid face. What do
you think, little bro? Smells awesome, right?"
I shook my head no as she raised her ass for my reply.
"Nonsense, you just haven't gotten a good enough
sample yet then. Here, sniff this bad boy!"
BRRRRRRRRRRAPPPP! Another horrid fart burst out of her
ass and rushed into my tortured nose; forcing me to
take in its entire potent aroma. It nearly knocked me
out right there. I tried to wiggle away but her tights
straddled my body; there was no getting away from her
in this position.
"Well!? How does it smell?" She demanded.
While my face remained buried between her cheeks, I
gave her a thumbs up. The smell was horrid and
intolerable but I figured if I gave her the response
she wanted this torture would finally come to an end.
I was wrong.
"Really; a thumbs up, huh?" She laughed. "Well, if you
love 'em that much why don't you and my ass get up
close and personal then."
Jean rose up off my face and pulled down her sweat
pants exposing her pink thong underwear that
disappeared into the crack on her prominent bottom.
She backed her ass up and bent forward.
She turned her head and looked at me. "Well?"
"Well, what?" I asked, angrily.
"Get you face in my ass crack."
"Fuck you! No way am I doing that."
"You got quite a mouth on you, what do you think mom
would say if she heard about all your vulgar
language?"
"I don't fucking care what mom would say but there is
no way I am going to willingly stick my face in your
ass."
"No? Well, I guess I can't force you to do it
yourself...so I guess I'll have to shove it in
myself," she said, smiling evilly at him.
"No, please Jean, don't. I have had more than enough
punishment? I'll never come in here again! I'm sorry!"
I said, frantically.
"Sorry isn't good enough, little bro. This is the only
way to ensure this doesn't happen again."
Jean grabbed my head and forcefully shoved it in
between her cheeks. The smell in her was already
terrible, however, it was about to get a lot worse.
BRRRRPPP! PRRRAAPP! She farted twice in rapid
succession, all the while holding my face tight
against her ass; slowly forcing it in as far as it
would go. I remained held there for a good thirty
seconds and just as unconsciousness came over me, she
pulled me out from her crack and got off me. I was
finally free but I was too weak to get up immediately.
"Well, thanks for taking those farts for me Phil. You
should sneak into my room more often; I'd love to make
a habit of that. What about you?" She giggled as she
walked out of her room.
All I could do is moan loudly as I rolled off the bed
and hit the floor with a thump.
Hours later I sat in my room still trying to get over
the horrid experience from this afternoon. I tried to
gather my thoughts about the whole situation. It was
never clear to me why Jean turned on me so suddenly?
It's like as soon as she turned sixteen she became
this sadistic bitch who got her kicks by torturing me.
I reluctantly accepted it, believing that by the time
she turned eighteen all this would be out of her
system but I guess I was wrong. I mean I expected to
get kicked around a bit being the youngest but such
maltreatment; it certainly didn't seem like the common
sister-brother squabbles and torment.
Suddenly, I heard light footsteps, creaking down the
hall way, outside my door. I put my ear up against the
door and listened. It was completely silent until I
heard the screen door outside slam shut. I ran to my
window, which over looked the front of the house, and
saw Jean sneak to her car quietly. She got in it and
drove off. I looked at the clock. 2:00 a.m. This was
not the first night she snuck off somewhere in the
middle of the night but I never was able to figure out
where she went or why. As far as I knew mom didn't
know a thing about her sneaking out either. I could
tell her about what Jean was doing but it would no
doubt land me even harsher punishments from Jean.
Still, I had to find someway to figure out where she
was going in the middle of the night; maybe the key to
her transformation into an evil bitch was there. But
how? How could I find out? And then it hit me; her
diary.
I slowly crept out of my room and walked down the hall
to Jean's room. I slowly turned the knob and entered.
I hit the light switch and squinted a bit as my eyes
worked to get used to the brightness of the lights. I
gagged a bit as I noticed the smell from the fart
session still hung in the air. I shook it off and
proceeded to her nightstand. I opened the single
drawer and sitting there, all alone, was her diary
with only a pen sitting next to it. I quickly picked
it up and rapidly stared flipping through the pages.
My eyes grew wide with fear as I noticed drawing after
drawing of her sitting on what looked like me in
almost every corner of every page. Some she drew fart
clouds on, others were just of her enjoying my face as
seat. I was so stunned by these images that I failed
to actually read any of the writing on the pages. I
was so horrified that I almost did not hear the screen
door slam shut once again. Shit! What the hell am I
going to do now? I quickly placed the diary back in
the drawer and ran out to the hallway, shutting Jean's
door behind me. I dove into my room through my half
open door and shut it quietly with my foot. Whew! I
was safe this time but I still hadn't gotten the
information I needed. I would have to go back. I
sighed disappointedly as I lay there, trying catch my
breath.
Two nights later, I heard that Jean was going to be
going over to Denise's house. Denise was her best
friend but she was also a total babe with the perfect
sized breasts and a gorgeous ass that she never hid in
baggy pants. Even better than Denise's perfect body,
however, was the fact that Jean was leaving and I
would hopefully be able to figure out about where she
goes late at night. It was about 9:00 p.m. when Jean
left and almost immediately I left my room and went
into hers. I went for the diary and started to read.
After about ten minutes of searching, I really found
nothing about her sneaking away, all of the entries
seemed very normal except with the addition of
describing in great detail the torture she put me
through. I flipped back and forth through the pages,
looking for something but I couldn't find anything.
Then, suddenly, I noticed something suspicious. Right
next to a drawing of me getting face farted was an
address. 700 Library Street. That was the industrial
part of town but why on earth would she be there? I
had to find out. I slipped the diary back into the
drawer and shut it. I turned to exit the room when I
noticed that the door handle turned. I thought about
where to hide but it was too late. I stood there, a
horrified expression on my face, as the door opened.
It was Jean and Denise standing there, starting at me.
Jean's expression immediately turned to a wide, evil
smile while Denise just seemed to remain neutral.
"Well, welcome back little bro. You know, I have
missed you being here, in my room, so much that I was
beginning to wonder if you would ever come in here
again and now, like magic, here you stand."
"Jean, I'm sorry, I just...well...I...um..."
"Wow, I can't argue with that logic. Still, it seems
we had a conversation about this before and I believe
the agreement was quite clear."
"No! Please Jean, not that."
"I'm sorry but you knew the terms and you broke 'em,"
Jean said as she grabbed Denise's sleeping stuff.
"Denise, this is my slave...err...I mean little
brother Phil."
"Yes, I'm pretty sure I saw him last semester. It
seemed he was never too far away from my ass
everywhere I went."
Jean started to say something as she walked away from
the door and set Denise's things down. I saw this as
my chance as I began to bolt towards the open space in
the doorway.
"Grab him!" Jean yelled.
Denise did just that and held me there till Jean came
with her handcuffs and bound my ankles and my wrists.
"There now, you will not be going anywhere tonight.
The question now is: what are we going to do with
you?"
"How about letting me go? I can give you both money,"
I pleaded.
Jean scoffed at this idea and Denise gave a smile in
agreement. "Please, we are working women. We don't
need your stupid allowance money," Jean said.
"Well than what do you need?" I asked, frantically.
The two girls looked at each other and then nodded.
"Well," Jean said, "since you asked, I would have to
say what we need is...a fart slave."
"Something else, please! I don't want to do that
anymore."
Jean laughed, "If you wanted to do this then we would
have found something else that you didn't want to do.
It's not about what you want. No, my dear brother,
this has always been about what I want and, at the
same time, what would cause you pain?"
"But why?"
"Why not?"
This answer stunned me. Was there really no real
reason for all this, just pure kicks? No, it couldn't
be, there had to be something else to this.
"Now, that is more than enough chatter. Denise, since
you are the guest I will give you the privilege of
sitting on our new chair first."
"Awesome, thanks Jean."
And with that Denise pushed me to the floor and
immediately began to lower her ass to my face. The
sight of her ass in her tight, white jeans was amazing
and had this been any other situation I would have had
a boner that touched the sky but fear of what was to
come kept me limp.
Denise looked down at me and saw my fear as my eyes
met hers. "Oh, what's wrong Phil? I thought you would
have loved to be this close to my ass."
I just remained there, saying nothing.
"Well you and my ass are about to get very well
acquainted," she said as she finally sat down on my
face.
Nothing happened for a little while except that it
became increasingly difficult to breathe with Denise
sitting on my face with all her weight. And
then...BRRRRAAAAATTTTTT! Denise farted without any
warning at all.
"Ahhhhhh. That was a nice one. How do you like my ass
now, Philly? Is it everything you dreamed of?" Denise
asked, laughing slightly.
I thrashed but the cuffs held me tight as did Denise's
ass. I continued to inhale the wretched fart when she
let fly another attack. PPPPPRRRRRPPPPPP! My eyes
quickly began to water when I caught scent of its
disgusting potency but I could do nothing but take in
her terrible, terrible gas. After about a minute of
this torture, she rose up slightly and allowed me to
breathe the fresher air. I gasped for it frantically
as it quickly began to refill my lungs, however, at
some point Denise put her hands on my chest and forced
me to exhale. BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBPPPPPPPPPPPPPP! And
with that massive fart she sat down on my face and let
go of my chest, forcing me to breathe in every ounce
of its horridness. I thrashed again as I inhaled the
foul fart desperately seeking some kind of air. After
minutes of this that seemed to pass like hours, I
passed out.
When I slowly came to, I distinctly noticed what I was
laying on was very soft, unlike the floor. My eyes
slowly opened only to find a bare ass hovering right
above my head.
"You got any 3's?" I heard Denise ask.
Apparently the girls set me up here and were now
playing cards with me under one of their asses.
"Go fish," I heard my sister say, seemingly closer
than Denise's voice was.
Before I could gather my thoughts, the naked ass sat
down on my face and farted. PRRRRRPPPPPPPP! I coughed
and gagged as it took in the wretched gas from the
unknown ass. After a few seconds another fart rang out
from above into my tormented nose. I could not keep
this up and after another minute or so I passed out
again.
The night wore on and on like this until finally I
woke up for the last time. It was light out and I was
in my own room; the handcuffs gone. I could not
remember which of the girls put me out the last time
before this but it didn't really matter. Both girls
were gone when I woke up. I got up out of bed and went
downstairs for some breakfast.
Jean returned home at about 9:00 p.m. and I didn't
hear didn't hear from her again until about 1:00 a.m.
I heard Jean shuffling about in her room. I figured
this would be one of her nights to sneak out so I
quietly dressed and snuck outside, closing the screen
door softly. I opened Jean's trunk and hid inside.
About a half an hour later, I heard the screen door
slam and soon after the car started and began to move.
The car drove for only a short while; the industrial
center was not far from our home if that was where we
were I had no way of knowing from the trunk. Ten
minutes after Jean's door slammed shut, I released
myself from the trunk and stepped out into the dark
parking lot of some small warehouse building. Only
three letters appeared on the building: S.O.W. I
cautiously proceeded forwarded and opened the door.
With a relaxing sigh, I stepped inside.
The whole place was just as dark as it was outside but
as I continued deeper into the building I noticed
candles that seemed to light a path. I followed them.
Finally, I reached a room with a large number of
candles, all arranged in a big circle like some kind
of cult thing. I kept walking only but soon a hand
touched my shoulder and pulled me backwards. Dim
lights flickered to life as I saw hundreds of people
dressed in long, brown robes; concealing their faces
in shadow.
The mysterious hand turned me around and I saw her. A
woman, probably in her late-30's standing there. She
smiled an evil smirk that I was all too familiar with
and fear quickly descended down my spine. She pushed
back her robe hood and everyone in the room did the
same. They were all women, every single person in the
room. Most were good looking and all of them were
relatively young or at least looked that way.
"Hello there."
I remained there in fear.
"Well, aren't you going to say something?"
"Who...who...who are you?"
"I am Rebecca Dade, head of the Supreme Order of
Women, and these are all my followers."
"And I?"
"You?" She asked, smiling. "You are a man, a man who
is quickly approaching his inevitable end."
"What do you mean?" I asked, fearfully.
Rebecca did not respond. She had two followers grab my
arms as she turned around and hiked up her heavy robe
exposing her panties.
"No, please! Anything but that!"
Rebecca nodded and the two shoved my face right into
the ass of Rebecca. She draped her robe down over me
as the two held me tight to her ass. PRRRRRPPPPPP! A
fart rang out from Rebecca's ass; straight into my
nostrils. The smell was horrid, worse than anything
Jean had produced, and in this heavy robe nothing
would escape. I was held there tight for a good thirty
seconds before I was released my body falling
helplessly out of the robe, my head hitting the hard
cement floor. I was less than a second away from
unconsciousness as I gasped and coughed for air.
"I bet you are just about ready for all this to be
over, huh?"
I nodded as I continued to inhale the air around me.
"Then there is just one more thing remaining." Rebecca
snapped her fingers and four followers picked me up
and placed in me in a super long, narrow, wooden box.
The lid closed but many large size holes were there in
the top of the box. I heard the distinct click of a
padlock shutting and I knew I was locked in here.
As I lay there, totally afraid of what was to come I
started hearing foot steps; many foot steps and they
became louder and louder until they stopped at what
seemed like right next to me. Suddenly the holes began
to close by what looked like naked asses. The box
began to get totally dark except for two holes above
right above my head. On girl looked down at me and
smiled; it was Denise, without saying anything she sat
her naked ass on one of the holes above my head.
I watched as Jean's head slowly appeared above the
final hole; the smirk on her face wider than ever
before.
"Why Jean? Why did you turn yourself over to this
group? Why do you want to do this to me?" I pleaded,
dying to know the answer.
Jean smiled and stared down at me. "Why? Because it's
time you learned your place in this world and me and
my friends here are going to make an example of you to
show all men that this is what happens when you do not
get in line with what we want."
"Why me?"
"You did this to yourself little brother. You couldn't
leave well enough alone and just stay home. No, you
followed me here and now you will be punished for your
last and final misdeed."
"But, I thought you loved me."
Jean's smirk returned as she turned around and planted
her bare ass on the seat.
Within seconds the farting began and the air became
putrid with horrid gas from the many women. I
scratched at the walls and thrashed about; trying to
escape but it was no use. After a few torturous
minutes my eyes closed; they would never open again.