THE LITTLE GUY: PART 4 - Carmen's New Friend
Author: Closet Fetishist
Original Idea By: "No Name"
Story Codes: nosex Fdom Msub ds flatu fart viol tragic
Walter did his best to get some rest but with Lena's
loud snoring and sporadic farting, it was impossible
to fall asleep for more than a few minutes at a time.
When he had finally fallen asleep, less than 10
minutes later he heard the harsh alarm of Lena's clock
radio. Lena yawned and smacked the snooze button hard.
Walt figured it was time for him to leave so he gently
removed the covers from where he was forced to sleep
and moved slowly towards the end of the bed. Half his
body was off the bed and he thought he was home free
when a hand reached for him under the covers pulled
him, effortlessly, back up to here Lena laid. She
pulled him right next to her, his face directly in
front of her's.
"You wouldn't be trying to leave now would you?" She
asked, mockingly.
She quickly rose up from her prone position and
dragged Walt to the edge of the bed where she sat. She
raised a butt cheek and wedged Walter into the crevice
just as she farted her morning load.
PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBTTTTTTTTTTT! Walter wiggled and
jiggled to get free but it was hopeless as Lena held
him in place. He remained there taking in the horrid
gas until Lena finally released him.
"Ahhhhh!" she sighed, as she got up to get ready for
school. Walter struggled to raise himself off the bed
and eventually wound up falling to the ground with a
loud thump. Lena emerged from the bathroom to see what
the sound was. She saw little Walter lying there on
the floor.
"Get up you little wimp," she said, with a swift kick
to his back. Walter wretched and moaned in pain but
this only got him to stomps to the chest. She then
picked him up by the hair and dragged him over to the
wall, slamming his head repeatedly into it.
"Please...stop...," Walter said, pleadingly. Lena did
not listen and continued to hammer Walt's head into
the wall.
"What's that banging!?" A voice asked from downstairs.
"Nothing mom, just hanging up some pictures!" Lena
yelled in reply.
Lena stopped and looked at the beaten and exhausted
little guy. She smiled.
"You rest up for a while, okay?"
Before Walter could offer any reply Lena turned
around and planted her shapely ass into his face,
crushing his face between her butt and the wall. Lena
quickly reached down and grabbed her ankles and
strained just a little to expel two nasty farts,
PRRRRRRRRTTT! BRRRRRRPPPPPPPTT! She remained there for
a few moments, making sure Walt took in everything and
then removed her ass from the poor boy's face. His
freed head slumped to the left, eventually dragging
his whole body down. He laid there for the rest of the
morning, unconscious.
Lena pushed Walter onto the bus ahead of her. There
were plenty of open seats today so Walt took an empty
seat. Lena came in behind him and spotted him on the
seat. She walked over to him.
"Lay down!" She commanded, as if Walter was a dog.
Walter refused but a quick punch to the groin changed
his mind quickly. He laid down on the bench, his head
touching the side of the bus, and Lena walked over and
sat on his upturned face. The girls in the next bench
across the aisle laughed at the sight of a boy, his
legs dangling off the side of the bench, and his face
being sat on by a large assed girl.
"You should fart on him like that," one of the girls
said with a giggle.
"Oh don't worry, I...*BRRRRRRPPPP*...will," she
replied, farting loudly mid-sentence.
The girls in the next bench laughed, uproariously.
At the next stop, Walter was quickly feeling light
headed between the lack of oxygen and the potent aroma
of Lena's continuous farts it was a surprise he was
not already unconscious. Lena rose up a little,
allowing her little slave a chance to breathe some
fresh air but it didn't last. Lena quickly lowered
herself again, farting once more. Walter felt like he
was in hell once again but unbeknownst to him, things
were about to get worse. He suddenly felt weight on
his lower chest and groin area and whatever it was it
was heavy. Walt then heard Lena talking, and farting
every so often, and soon realized there was another
girl sitting on him next to Lena. The pain to his
groin was immense with this new weight and with her on
his stomach, he had trouble breathing. Regardless, the
farts still kept flooding in. When he was on the verge
of passing out, he felt the bust break and without any
word, Lena and the mystery girl got up and left the
bus; leaving Walt there, sputtering and gasping for
breath.
School went on without incident but upon leaving,
Walt had to pass by the girls' locker room and when he
did, a hand reached out and grabbed him, pulling him
into the room. It was the blonde bully from yesterday.
"Hey you little shit! Look at my head today!"
Walter saw the welt had grown four sizes bigger and
had turned a bruised shade of purple.
"I'm sorry," Walter replied, "It was an accident."
"Oh yeah? Well so is this," she said, as she raised a
fist and hit Walter right smack in the nose. Then,
while he was down, she stomped on his already
sensitive groin. She then picked Walter up by the hair
and Irish Whipped him into the nearby, open locker, he
was unfortunately small enough to fit. She quickly
closed it and padlocked it with him inside.
"Now you are right where I want you, you piece of
shit!"
The bully lowered her pants and underwear and pressed
her ass up against the small vents in the locker.
"Enjoy this," she said as she farted a mighty blow
into the locker. The smell quickly entered and reached
Walter's nose. The smell was pungent and horrid but
this was still nothing compared to face farts he had
endured all his life. The bully continually farted
blow after blow into the locker for at least an hour
and Walter could do nothing to get away from the
stench which stayed trapped in the small locker.
Walter coughed and gagged as the fresh air quickly
depleted. Finally and after one last huge blast, the
bully left and Walter began to bang on the locker for
someone to release him. An hour later, the janitor
happened to come by and hear the boy. He quickly cut
the lock and opened the door. As it swung open, the
farts trapped inside quickly were released and the
janitor recoiled from the stench.
"Shit! Boy, did you just eat a can of beans before
you got locked in there?"
Walter ignored the man and walked out. Having missed
his bus he had to walk the 20 blocks home.
"Shhh! Wait, I think he is here." Carmen quickly
turned out the light and positioned herself, marathon
runner starting block style, behind the door.
"Walter walked into the dark house, turned on the
light, and closed the door. Just as he turned around
to where his sister crouched, she pounced and lunged
horizontally at poor Walter, knocking the wind out of
him and causing him to hit the wall behind him.
"Ha! Spear! How'd it look, Tiffany?"
"Man I tell ya, that Edge may suck at it but you've
got it down girl."
Walter looked over, wearily, and saw a girl sitting
on the couch. She was gorgeous with the perfect looks
from what he saw but he knew if she was here and
friends with his sister then she would be nothing but
more pain for him.
"Well, little bitch! How was hanging out with Lena?"
Walter said nothing. He just stared angrily at Carmen.
"Sheesh, I'm glad I don't count on you for
information. She called me and told me about you
hanging pictures together. Man, she is one sadistic
bitch! A girl after my own heart," Carmen said,
sighing. "Well, I hope your homesick cause me and our
new neighbor Tiffany are here to welcome you back in a
big way."
Carmen picked up her little brother by the throat and
dragged him to the middle of the room.
"Come join me Tiff."
"Alright."
Tiffany got up and put her hand on Walter's throat
right on top of Carmen's. Together they lifted him up
off the ground and Double Choke-slammed him down onto
the living room floor. Walter looked up and the
sadistic bitches who smiled down at him. Carmen rubbed
her growling tummy.
"I'm queued up, you mind if I go first."
"No, go for it Car."
Carmen quickly removed her pants and pushed aside her
g-string underwear and sat down hard on poor Walt's
face. With a slight adjust of her ass she let go of a
mighty blow that could have, quite possibly, blown
Walter's face off,
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTT
T! And the stench was not of anything Walter had ever
experienced, it was worse...10 times worse at least!
He quickly fought and struggled to get out from under
his sisters' horrid ass but she was too heavy for him
and, to make matters worse, Tiffany flopped down onto
his stomach forcing him to exhale rapidly.
Carmen raised her cheek slightly and farted once
more, BPPPPPPTTT! Walter continued to try worm his way
out but it was hopeless. "Hey what was that stuff we
ate because whatever it is, it is making this guy
fight more than usual?"
"Sauerkraut hotdogs."
"You gotta give me the recipe for that stuff so I can
'perform' this well on a regular basis."
Walter moaned loudly at the thought. "Yeah that's
right you little weasel! More wicked farts for you."
BRRRRPPPPPPTTTTTTTTT! Carmen laughed evilly.
"You mind if I have a go, I think I have a nice one
brewed up.
"Sure," Carmen said. She patted her stomach, "I got
work some up anyways."
Carmen quickly got off Walter's face and Tiffany got
off his stomach and for a little less than 2 seconds
he was able to breathe some wonderful fresh air,
unrestricted, until he saw the beautifully perfect ass
of Tiffany, stripped naked and now descending upon his
face and he felt the painful weight of his sister,
sitting on his stomach. Within a few seconds, Walter
was hit with an SBD which lasted 3 full seconds, a
look of pure euphoria crossed the face of Tiffany as
the demon past through her cheeks. Walt immediately
began flailing around which got him a punch in the
groin from his sister.
"Nothing's even happened yet you pussy!"
Tiffany giggled, "Actually, I gave him a nice, long
SBD."
"Oh," Carmen laughed.
"I think I got another one." Tiffany strained and
PPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRTTT!
"That was a good one," Carmen said. "How you feelin'
down there Walt?" Carmen asked the tortured boy. He
offered no reply and stopped fighting completely, he
was very near unconsciousness.
"Get him up and put him sitting against the wall, I'm
gonna give him the Stink Face."
Tiffany got off Walter's face and he immediately
began gulping and coughing for fresh air. She dragged
him over to the wall by his hair and set him in a
seated position. He watched in groggy horror as
Carmen's ass came closer and closer to his face and
when it made contact she grinded her ass on his face
and ended it with a long BRRRRRRRRRRPPPPP!
"Now let me try the Hurracanrana Pin on this
asshole!" Tiffany said.
"By all means, please do. This little bastard
deserves and all torture you can dish out."
Carmen lifted Walter by his hair and put him in a
standing position in the center of the room. He
appeared so groggy that it looked like he would fall
over but he stood upright with all his strength he had
remaining, fearing what would happen if he angered
them further. Walter was so out of it that he didn't
even react when he saw Tiffany running full speed at
him. Just before him she did a forwards somersault,
with her legs catching Walter's shoulders. Then,
within a split second, she pulled herself down into a
backwards somersault and pushed Walter's legs, forcing
Walter to follow with a forwards somersault right over
Tiffany. As he hit the ground he was met with
Tiffany's ass in his face and his legs held over him.
Carmen flopped to the ground and began counting.
"1..., 2...," Carmen shouted as she smacked the
floor. As the two count rang out Tiffany looked up and
with the look of pure sadistic pleasure across her
face, she released the most horrid fart onto poor
Walter's face.
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTSSSSSSSS
SS! "3!" Carmen made the "ring the bell" motion and
the "match" was over.
Tiffany held the poor, struggling boy in place until
he took in all of the horrid fart and passed out. She
finally released him and his legs flopped to the
ground. He was completely unconscious.
"Let's see if he ever gets up from that one," Tiffany
said, walking towards the door.
"That was awesome Tiff! You got to come over more
often so we can continue this tag team action. Little
bitch didn't even know what hit him."
"I never knew I could do such a thing."
"Well, you are a sadistic bitch at heart, today you
got to let her out," Carmen paused to laugh, "...all
over my brother's face." Carmen said, now laughing
hysterically. Tiffany laughed as well as she walked
back to her house.
Carmen walked over to her unconscious brother,
squatted over his unconscious face and farted once
more before going to bed, smiling.
Walter woke up to a harsh kicking in his side. When
he opened his eyes he saw his mother, Rosa standing
there kicking him and yelling at him but he could not
make out for what. Walter had a massive headache and
the assault from yesterday still lingered in his
nostrils. Finally�things started to clear up with his
hearing.
"You little bitch! Why didn't you wake up for school!?"
"Huh...wha...mom?"
"Shut up and tell me why the hell you didn't get up
for school this morning and why were you sleeping in
the middle of the living room?"
"Carmen and Tiffany they..."
"I don't want to hear this! You need to stop blaming
your sister for your mistakes! If you don't want her
to be a problem, get stronger. Beat her up!"
"But mom, why do you let her do this stuff to me, I
mean...I'm your kid too."
"Why?! Because I don't give a shit about you!"
Walter was caught off guard by this comment.
"Don't look so surprised! Who the hell would care
about a little shrimp like you? You know what you
are�you are a punching bag for people to beat up on,
nothing more!"
"Mom...why?"
"Stop calling me that! I am not your mother!"
"What?! Wha�what do you mean!"
"You're adopted you little brat!"
Walter paused and gasped. It finally all made sense
why he was nothing like his mom and his sister. He was
adopted.
"That's right! Your adopted you little bitch! What
are you gonna do�you gonna start crying?"
"No...I am not but, I am leaving this house�forever."
"Is that so? Got yourself some cajones now eh?"
"That's right, Rosa! I do...I do have some balls and
I am walkin' out of here."
Walter began to walk towards the door but Rosa
quickly grabbed him.
"I'm afraid not...mijo," she said, smiling. "You
see�you are here to fulfill one purpose and one
purpose only and I'll be damned if I have to go
through another adoption to get a slave for Carmen."
"A slave?"
"Yeah, a slave. That is all you are...a slave."
"Then why did you send me to school and all that?"
"Well it was never part of the plan for you to know
all this but I'm sick of your whining and crying all
the time! But�now that you do know...you won't be
going back to school...in fact...you won't be leaving
this house anymore at all."
"And what about when the school calls to find out
where I am."
"I'll say I transferred you, don't worry your small
brain about that."
"You can't keep me here Rosa!"
"Sure I can, I have shackles!"
"You are a bitch!"
"Now, now...is that anyway to talk to your mother?"
Rosa picked Walter up and carried him over her
shoulder to the basement. Walter had never been down
here as it had always been locked. He quickly scanned
the room to see it was mostly barren except for a
couch and in the corner was a small ball and chain.
Rosa lowered the boy and locked the shackle around his
right leg and then dragged both him and the ball and
chain over to the couch and laid Walter down on it.
"There we are. Well now Carmen won't be back from her
sleepover at Tiffany's till tomorrow�"
Walter's face lit up, elated at the great new of
having a "day off."
"...but," Carmen continued, "...there's no reason to
have a good slave go to waste."
Walter's face turned to confusion. "You?" He asked.
"Well, I did teach Carmen everything she knows..."
Walter's face turned to extreme fear.
"...but not everything...I know," she said, an evil
smirk appearing across her face.
Walter's eyes went wide as Rosa turned her back to
him. He screamed at the top of his lungs but they were
soon silenced under Rosa's ass. It became clear to
him, right then and there that his torture...would be
never ending.