TILL DEATH DO US PART
Author: Closet Fetishist
Story Codes: nosex Fdom Msub ds flatu fart mc tragic
Richard was a successful man. He, unlike so many, had
succeeded with his small business and was now the head
of a small but hugely profitable corporation. He had a
secretary and a large staff, and he rarely had to be
in the office. He paid his employees well and was well
liked by almost everyone. Richard was also a handsome
man and the heartthrob of many women but he chose to
live a life of celibacy. Richard had never dated, he
never had a girlfriend, not that he couldn't have but
he chose not to. He could not be bothered by
relationships. His time was his own and that is all
that mattered to him. Not that he didn't like people
but he just preferred to be alone. He hung around with
people when it was on his time or when it was
convenient for him and finding people was no problem,
everyone wanted to hang out with Richard.
This was to be a day like any other. Richard would
wake at 10:00 a.m. as normal, shower, and then have a
light breakfast. Then he would hang out around the
house all day in his bathrobe, either playing video
games, surfing the net, or watching television. It was
around 4 when Rich was hungry for lunch or dinner,
whichever you want to call it. He threw on some
clothes and opened his door to find a woman standing
there looking as if she was getting ready to knock on
the door.
"Yes?" Richard asked, flatly.
"Hi, I'm Christy. You may not remember me but we went
to high school together."
"I see, and what did you want�uh�Chelsea was it?"
"The name is Christy actually."
"Ok, well what did you want?"
"Well, I happened to be in town and I wanted to visit
one of my high school peers."
"Well, here you are and that brings us to you leaving."
"Jeez man. So hostile. I remember in high school you
at least semi-hid your hatred of people."
He rubbed his head tiredly and sighed. "You know
what, you're right. I'm sorry, come on in, have a
seat," Richard had finally said. He thought to himself
that she wouldn't be here long. She would be out of
here within a few minutes when she found he really had
nothing to talk about.
"So I hear you are a successful CEO, you really did
well but then who was surprised with that you were one
of the best students in high school."
"College too," Richard added.
"So tell me how you did it?"
"Did what?"
"Became so successful; how you went from a struggling
small businessman to the head of a major corporation."
Richard's life was Richard's favorite subject and he
told his whole life story just as Christy had
predicted she would. She nodded and added meaningless
words every so often to make it appear as if she was
listening but she wasn't. She was busy thinking about
her plan. She had planned it for years, ever since she
had read that article about Richard's success in The
Times. Her plan was fool proof and she knew it would
work from the moment she had been allowed into Rich's
house. That was the only part of her plan that was
questionable and the key point in its success or
failure but now that she had been allowed in the rest
of the plan was sure to be a success. 15 minutes
later, Richard had finally stopped talking.
"Wow that is very interesting." Christy looked at her
watch. "Oh, my! It's getting late, I better get going."
"Oh? Alright, well it was nice talking to you." Yea
right, he said to himself.
"I agree, we should do it again sometime."
"Sure, sure yea," Richard said quickly. Christy got
up and walked sexily towards the door. It had no
affect on Richard so she decided it was time for plan
B. She let loose a wicked SBD as she walked in front
of Richard as she showed her the door. She did not
look back until he heard his body hit the floor.
Richard was unconscious. Perfect, she thought to
herself.
Richard woke up to the sight of Christy looking down
at him.
"You took quite a fall there."
"Yea, I guess so. Thanks for staying and helping."
"Oh, don't think anything of it. You'll pay me back
someday." Richard and Christy laughed but as Christy
continued, Richard abruptly stopped. Richard had
noticed he could not move his hands or legs. He looked
down and saw both were tied and quite tightly.
"What the hell is this?" Richard demanded.
"Why they appear to be ropes Richard," Christy
answered cleverly. Before Richard could say more,
Christy pulled a piece of duct tape from the roll and
quickly placed it over Rich's mouth. He screamed
against the tape loudly but everything came out barely
audible. "There now, much better." Richard's eyes
quickly turned from anger to fear as he realized it
was pointless to get angry at this point. He only
hoped someone would hear his faint cries and contact
police but that was unlikely to happen. Meanwhile,
while Rich mulled the situation over in his head,
Christy grabbed her video camera she had brought with
her and set up to start recording. She hit the record
button and went to work. Richard yelled muffled cries
of help to the camera but that too was part of
Christy's plan. She had thought of everything and she
would not fail. She got on camera and smacked Rich
lightly to shut him up.
"Quiet down now, you asked for this and now you are
going to get it." Richard replied with more muffled
words as Christy began to remove her pants and
panties. She then stepped onto the couch and began to
lower her ass near Richard's face. His eyes glowed
with fear. Hovering a few feet from his face she let
go of a mild fart, PRRRIIIIP!
"Oh, excuse me. I had some gassy foods earlier."
Richard was forced to sniff the air and the pungent
aromas filled his nostrils. He fought against his ties
but it was useless. Oh poor baby, you want some of
this, don't you? You want my farts in your face, don't
you?" His muffled groans and cries were right on cue.
Christy lowered her ass onto his face and blasted a
few small farts, BRRAPP, PPPPPRRRRTTT, FSSSSTTTTT!
Richard's nose was bombarded with horrid smelling
emissions. He moaned and cried loudly and Christy knew
to rise up a bit if her plan was to work out
correctly. Richard breathed in deeply the fresh air
and after a few big breaths Christy lowered herself to
begin farting again.
This went on for another 10 minutes before Richard
had finally passed out from the gas and lack of real
oxygen. Christy then quickly went to work on Richard's
computer. She uploaded the video file and edited it.
When she finished the video needed 10 minutes to
finalize. She used this time to change the computer's
clock and put Richard's IP address as having visited
numerous fart fetish websites at different times and
dates up to today. When the video was finished and the
websites visited, she deleted the soft copy and hard
copy of the unedited video and placed the edited DVD
she had made in Rich's DVD shelf. She laughed to
herself as she took a seat on the chair near where
Richard lay. In a while it would be time to untie him
but first she had one final thing to do. She placed
headphones over Richard's ears and pressed play on the
tape player.
Rich woke up dizzy, confused, and feeling very odd.
He looked at the chair and saw Christy sitting there.
"Good morning, sleepy head. Did you sleep well?"
"Yes, very well. Thank you."
"So honey, you remember what today is right?"
"Of course, dear. It's our wedding day. I'll be down
at the chapel at 5."
"Sounds good," Christy had ended the conversation
with. Christy always loved to have a man in the palm
of her hands. She loved possessing a power over men
and this time it was going to pay off and big!
The wedding was small and no one attended, or even
knew about it, except the bride and groom of course.
Afterwards, the couple returned to Rich's home.
"So Rich? Do you think its time to take out that
insurance policy?"
"Whatever you say mistress." He called his insurance
office immediately and took out a huge policy putting
both his and Christy's name on it. Everything Christy
had planned was working our perfectly, now it was time
to wait a while. In a month, Christy's
smell...err...spell...over Richard would wear off and
then that would be the time to strike. Until then,
Christy worked hard at making them look like a normal,
happy couple in public but in private a couple of
fetishist, who taped their sick-o culture of her
farting on his face for sexual pleasure. She taped 3
more videos of this ritual during their first month of
marriage.
A month later, Christy knew it was time to complete
the plan. Rich would no longer be a mindless zombie.
Before he woke up she tied him up tightly and left in
the bedroom. She had prepared for this day and she was
ready to put it into action tonight.
It was about 6 p.m. when Christy entered the bedroom
where Richard lay, tied up and scared.
"I know what you are trying to do," he said, with a
quivering voice.
"Oh and what is that?"
"You are trying to steal my money. You put some kinda
voodoo shit on me and forced me to marry you and now
you are going to extort money from me.
"Honey, I have no idea what you are talking about."
She came closer and closer to him and his eyes got
bigger and bigger with each step.
"Okay, okay!! Take it; take all the money just leave
me alone. I don't wanna be apart of your bizarre fart
fetish. Just take the money and leave!"
"Honey, please, I would never do that."
"Yes you would! You are..." His sentence ended
abruptly. Christy had sat on his face, her naked ass
muffling his words. A 'beep beep' went off in the
corner as the camera turned on.
"Now then, you are going to sniff my farts, fart
slave!" BRRROOOOOOTTTTT! The horrid fart blew into
Richards nostrils and he began to fight and struggle
under Christy but it was no use, her weight was too
much and his binds were too tight. Eventually, he
stopped struggling, it was useless to resist. "There
now you see, my farts are wonderful. Now take in those
wonderful butt bombs." She dropped two more farts in
his face and then a third a few seconds later. Richard
breathed in the horrid gasses, without struggle or
protest; he knew this was going to be it. Two more
farts erupted from the ass above him, BRRRRRRRRPPPPPP!
FFFFFFFRRRRRIRIIPP! With the scent of the last two
hovering around his nose, Richard's hands balled up as
fists and then his open palms fell to the bed as
another fart blasted across his face,
PIIIISSSSBBBRRRPPP!. Richard was dead. Christy had
sensed something was wrong and quickly got off his
face and tried to rush to his aid but she knew it was
too late. She ran to the kitchen and called the police
and reported her husband was dead. When she hung up
the phone, she returned to the bedroom and after
muttering a few, "Oh my god's" turned off the camera
and smiled. She had done it. The whole plan had gone
off perfectly. Only one thing remained....the trial.
"All rise!" The bailiff had barked the command in
warm court room. The ceiling fans spun fast but
offered no real relief from the August heat. "You may
be seated." The courtroom sat in near perfect unison.
"Mrs. Christy Johnson? Are you aware of the charges
against you?"
"Yes, your honor."
"Alright then we shall hear the lawyers opening
statements." The court listened to both sides'
arguments, the plaintiff saying that Christy had
killed Richard Johnson for his money. The defense
argued that Christy is a victim here, forced to comply
to her husbands odd sexual requests. The prosecutor
had no evidence that would prove Christy to be a
killer; she had a completely clean record with not
even a single suspicion of anything. Then finally it
was time for the defense to present their case which
had a wealth of evidence proving Christy innocent.
They had numerous fart fetish website records with
Richard's IP address all over them both before and
after meeting Christy.
"The defense would also like to bring these tapes
before the court." The four video tapes where played,
full for the court. Snickers could be heard throughout
the court when Christy said things, on tape like,
'sniff all my farts, fart slave.' The tapes showed,
semi-clearly that Richard was enjoying himself by
obvious signs. Then the final tape was played the one
where the death had actually occurred and Christy
watched as the jury gave empathetic faces as Christy
muttered "oh my god." That was good judgment, she
thought to herself.
A month later Christy was found innocent of all
charges, lack of evidence and the crime was declared
an accidental death by sexual act. She was now free
with millions of dollars of Richard's money not to
mention the large amount given to her by the insurance
company. Christy returned to the apartment that day
and sat on the couch, preparing to live a rich and
happy life. She turned on the TV and then walked to
the bedroom. There she found a headshot picture of
Richard. She picked it up, looked at it, and then
stuck it behind her rear-end and farted loudly and for
a long time. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" She said, relieved.
She threw the picture against the wall and it landed
in the waste bin.