SPECIAL SQUAD
Author: Closet Fetishist
Story Codes: nosex Fdom Msub ds flatu fart tragic
October 24th, 2013, in the home of a private American
citizen.
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back button on your browser immediately. Your IP
address has been logged."
Command > Run > crack.exe
crack.exe is running...website access granted.
Open > File > 724874
File # 724874
Top Secret Military File
Classified Document
Status: Open (Pending investigation)
Version: Unedited
Last Updated: October 24th, 2013
August 7th, 2010
We have begun searching for the subjects for the
project. We require females ages 20 to 35 and who have
the "abilities" we are looking for. We have only one
so far, Subject 571, and she seems to be ideal.
Perhaps she will lead the group but at current it is
too early to tell. Target number of members in the
group is about six. Subject 571 is on guard-free leave
until called upon. Entries will resume when more
subjects are found. Till then, this project is on
working hiatus.
September 8th, 2012
Project hiatus end. Within a 2 year period we have
gained all members necessary to began training.
Subject 571 remains the most "gifted." A subject list
is enclosed: (the subject's real names have been
withheld for privacy at the request of Dr. Liam)
Subject 774
Subject 571 (leader?)
Subject 888
Subject 312
Subject 953
Subject 067
September 9th, 2012
The subjects have been transported to the secret
training facility somewhere in Africa. This entry data
will be transferred to the project lead on site at
that facility and will continue with him.
September 12th, 2012
The subjects have arrived 2 days ago and have rested
and are now ready to begin training. I am interested
to see how this pans out. I remain hopeful with my
project.
October 22nd, 2013
The subjects have completed training in approximately
one year but during that time it seems they have
developed a sense of superiority. They have become
rebellious and are not taking orders well. I fear what
could happen if they take charge. They are more than
able to take control of this facility alone. I have
requested additional units for preparation for such an
event. The units have been scrambled, I have been
told, but they have yet to arrive. I fear they will
arrive too late.
October 24th, 2013
This will likely be my final communication. The
subjects have overrun the facility as predicted! No
sign of additional units and communication is cut off
by a severe weather storm. Subject 571, has taken
charge of the other subjects with this rebellion.
Prisoners have been taken. I have locked up my chamber
tight but I fear that will not stop them. My project
has failed. I have failed! No one can stop them now!
End File #724874
Command > Shut-down computer
October 22nd, 2013, in the Army Special Forces
Division HQ.
"So I take it you all read the briefing?" I nodded
and looked around the small meeting room to see
everyone else had done the same.
"Good, any questions before I continue?" No one
seemed to have any or if they did they kept quiet
about it.
"Excellent. Open the files in front of you." We did
as we were instructed. I looked down at the file and
eyed pictures of a cement facility surrounded by what
appeared to be a dense jungle. I glanced again and
then looked back up at the Commander as he began
speaking.
"Ok, here's what we know. There was a top secret
project that started a few years ago. The project name
and its contents are still classified but its purpose
was to find a better way to infiltrate enemy
headquarters and extract information from enemy hands.
Now, flip to page 8. The entry dated today was
received earlier this morning from Dr. Richard Liam.
Dr. Liam is the project lead and he seems incredibly
frantic fearing a rebellion among the test subjects. I
have informed him that troops are being assembled and
will be on location soon. That is where you guys come
in."
I watched Monica, the relatively new member of our
task force and the only female, scoff a bit at the
Commander's use of the word "guys."
The commander continued, "Unfortunately, a hurricane
is beating the region hard and it will pass in
approximately 2 days. The station is protected from
any storm but we fear with 2 days passing the subjects
could take over the facility. Currently they are on
monitored lockdown but they are masters of their
craft, so says the Dr. Liam, so escape is an extreme
possibility. Gentlemen, read the rest of the file to
yourselves and carry on. Be ready to leave for the
next 2 days but it is pretty assured we will not be
leaving until late on the 2nd day. Prepare in whatever
way you need to. Ok? Dismissed!"
I closed my copy of the file and walked out. I had
missed breakfast for this meeting so I stopped off at
the snack machine before retiring to my barracks. I
threw the file on my cot and sat and ate my bag of
Doritos.
Two days had passed like nothing and luckily the
hurricane had passed the facility in Africa slightly
earlier than expected. The bad news was Dr. Liam's
final message was received this morning saying the
subjects were nearly broken into his chamber. At 15:41
hours we boarded the helicopter and set off for the
jungles of Africa. The situation had become
increasingly more complicated now, assuming Dr. Liam
is a hostage now. Our orders now were to find and
rescue Dr. Liam with lethal force if necessary, though
prisoners would be preferred. We still had no idea
what this project was only that it involved 6 subjects
but much of the other information was removed from our
edited copies of the file on this project. We were
told verbally that all subjects were young females and
that of course got a little rise out of the male task
force and a few wolf whistles. Regardless of the sex
and age of the subjects their threat was clear and we
had to eliminate or capture them, indiscriminately.
We arrived on location at 21:11 hours. We quickly
organized. The plan was to assault all sides of the
base at once. We were to maintain radio silence and
each of us was to have a door. I was assigned the rear
door and the squad leader ordered Monica to accompany
me. The plan was fool proof; they would never see us
coming. Monica and I were half way to our assigned
door when I heard talking. At first I thought it was
my fellows talking but the voices were clearly female.
We waited until the talking stopped and then continued
to the door. I rushed to and planted my back against
the wall and Monica did the same on the other side of
the door. I quickly found my lock pick kit and went to
work. Within seconds I had the door opened. I smiled
to myself and slowly rose from my hunched over
position. "I'll watch your back," Monica said. I gave
her a thumbs up as I touched the cool knob and opened
the door. I walked in looking to my left to see the
hallway was clear. I glance to my right and saw it was
also clear. I headed in and went to the left. I
quickly recalled our building blueprint and followed
it mentally to Dr. Liam's chamber. I found the door
and I was glad to find it was still locked. I reached
for my lock pick kit and went quickly and silently to
work on the heavy duty lock. After about 5 minutes,
the door squeaked open. I silently slipped in and
noticed Dr. Liam sitting in a chair across the room.
It appeared he was sleeping. I approached and noticed
an odd odor as I got near. I approached Dr. Liam and
tapped his shoulder. "Dr. Liam�," I whispered. I
tapped him a little hard and became startled when I
watched his body double over and fall out of the
chair. He was dead no doubt about it as I looked into
his open and glazed eyes. I reached down and closed
his eye lids. I stood back up and as I rose I felt
cool metal touch the back of my head. "I see you have
met Dr. Liam, or should I say the Late Dr. Liam."
Before I could even process the words, something hard
hit the back of my head and I hit the floor.
I awoke in a small room. After a few moments of
grogginess I realized my team had also been placed in
this room, that is everyone except Monica. I rubbed my
eyes and then noticed Carl next to me.
"Hey...uh...Carl, where's Monica?" I asked.
"Hopefully she got out," he said.
"Yea, where else could she be. I am sure she'll get
help."
"I hope so. I don't like it here, I don't like it one
bit."
"Shut up! Both of you!" John, the squad leader had
ordered. You could tell he was not very happy about
our present situation. Carl and I both looked at the
floor in shame like a kid that gets scolded. After a
few moments, I stripped off my heavy gear and placed
it at my side.
After about a half an hour of silence the team leader
asked the group, "Did any of you guys happen to get to
Dr. Liam's Chamber?" No one said anything.
Then I spoke up, "I did."
"And...? What is his condition?"
"Dead." I replied, bluntly.
"Dead? Are you sure?"
"Absolutely sure." The leader hung his head down
after hearing this and I could tell the conversation
was over.
Suddenly there was a sound like an intercom crackling
to life. We all looked in the direction of the sound
and saw a small, outdated speaker just above the door
to our room.
"Hello gentlemen. I would like to personally welcome
you our facility. We hope you enjoy your stay." Just
then, the walls of our room began to close in around
us. We all huddled together in the middle of the room
and tried to find something to brace the walls with.
We tried using our backpacks and gear but it was no
use. We were all saying our final prayers as we
grouped closely on the floor. Then, just as the walls
touched our tips of our boots the walls stopped
moving. We were relieved but only for a moment. Soon 5
holes opened up about at the height of our heads from
our sitting position. The holes were about as big as a
ship's porthole windows and were circular shaped. Just
as I got up to look out the hole nearest me, it became
covered by what appeared to be�.a bare ass? As I got a
little closer the ass farted right in my direction and
the force just about blew me back. The team looked in
my direction and in the direction of the ass that had
just farted in a kind of disgusted look. Soon another
ass farted from one of the other holes, and then
another, and then another. Within a few seconds each
ass was farting in rapid succession one after the
other. There seemed to be no smell for quite a while
but a few moments later the smell had hit me and I
think the rest of the team as we began to hold our
noses. We were beginning to panic as that solution was
found to be of little help and as we breathed through
our mouths we began to taste the wretched farts. Most
of us had finally given in and released our noses and
take in the gas that was being blown into our room. I
began to think, was this the secret project? Deadly
farting women? My thoughts were interrupted by a large
blast blow my way. As the smells got worse the men in
the room began to sputter and gasp for breath as the
oxygen in the room was being consumed by methane. I
watched two team members claw at the cement walls as
some futile attempt at freedom and away from this
gaseous prison. Soon after witnessing this, another
sizable fart blew across my face and as I choked and
coughed for oxygen my mind went numb and I was soon
down for the count.
When I woke up and cleared my eyes, I saw that we
were in our room but it was the size it was before. I
had wondered if I had dreamed the whole thing. After
thinking for a while I soon noticed Carl was missing.
"Hey...Jack? Where's Carl?"
"They took him."
"Took him? Took him where?"
"I don't know man, I don't know."
"Hm...what about Monica? Any sign of her?"
"No. Not one." I nodded to him, blankly. I began to
worry about her status but I knew I couldn't worry
about her. If anyone needed to be worried about it was
me and the rest of the team here. What were they going
to do with us and more importantly what was happening
to Carl? What were they doing with him? The thoughts
ruminated in my head as we all continued to sit in the
room and sit for hours.
At about 1500 hours the chamber door opened. We all
looked up and towards the door and saw the beautiful
figure standing there. She wore a military uniform but
it was cut and tight in all the appropriate places.
When she spoke, she talked in very short and harsh
commands.
"Sergeant Michaels! Here, now!" Oh god, I thought.
They wanted me to endure whatever they had.
"Sergeant Michaels!" This time she pointed at me.
Obviously she knew who I was�somehow. I stood up,
hesitantly and walked to the door. She pulled me out
into the hall and slammed the door shut. She led me
down the hall, walking closely behind me. I noticed
she had no firearm. I looked back slightly a few more
times and on about the 5 time I spun around and
quickly balled my hand to a fist and went for her
face. SMACK! My fist hit something but it wasn't her
face. When my adrenaline calmed a bit I saw she had my
fist in her hand, she had blocked it. Then she twisted
my arm hard and with her other arm threw me against
the wall and hit me in the stomach. I doubled over in
pain.
"Wanna try that again?" She asked, smiling. She
didn't let me recover; she raised me back to my feet
and pushed me down the hallway. We arrived at a door
which was unprofessionally marked "#5." She led me in
and slammed the door behind me. I looked around the
relatively dark and barren room. All I noticed was a
pair of shackles in the center of the room. Just as I
approached them for a closer look the door behind me
opened and in entered an equally beautiful woman
wearing a similar uniform.
"Well hello there. Looks like your next eh? Let's
hope you perform better than your friend." I assumed
she was talking about Carl. Then, she approached me
and pulled a piece of the roll she had with her. She
threw the roll uncaringly away and came at me with the
tape. I tried to run but she quickly grabbed me and
placed the tape on even as I struggled. Her grip and
strength was phenomenal and I could not get free as
she threw me to the floor and shackled my wrists and
ankles to the floor.
"Well I guess we are ready so let's start." My eyes
went wide as I watched her turn her ass to me and
lower it near my face. She stopped about 2 inches from
my face and hovered there, squatting. She then placed
both hands on her ass, separating her cheeks and
then...PRROOOOOPPP! A fart blew across my face. I took
in the rotten smell for a second or two and then began
to cough, turning my head to the side to escape the
wretched smell. She would have none of that. She took
one of her hands and turned my head back. She farted
again and I did the same turn again. She grabbed my
head and held it straight. She lowered her ass about 1
inch from my face and farted a mighty blow which I was
forced to endure as she held my head tight even as I
fought her as hard as I could to get away. She growled
in anger and then yelled, "Bastard! I don't have the
patience for this. Maybe Shelia can do better with
you." I watched, wearily, as she got up and unlocked
my shackles. She kicked me and told me to get up. Once
I did she grabbed my waist and shoulder and led me out
the door, and to a door right next door, "#4." She
kicked me in the ass and I went forward and hit the
floor as she shut and locked the door. I rose and
looked around this equally dark room. I was happy to
find the room had no shackles. I reached up to pull
the tape off my face when the door opened.
"Don't touch that tape, boy." I quickly spun around
to see another beautiful lady standing there.
"Let's not waste any time chit chatting. Are we gonna
do this the easy way or the hard way? You know what,
why give you a choice." She immediately walked over
and kicked me in the groin. I doubled over on the
ground in excruciating pain. She then quickly lay on
the floor near me and swung one leg over my head. The
other leg came slamming toward me like a scissor and I
was the paper. My cheeks were squeezed hard and it was
difficult to keep my eyes open under the force. I was
able to open them a tiny bit and I saw my face was
less than an inch from her ass. She squeezed my face
once more and then,
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPP! She sighed deeply
in relief and then she grunted and squeezed out
another fart, PBBBRRRRAAATTT! The smell penetrated my
nostrils and I was soon struggling for air. I fought
to push her away from her but it was no use. She had
scissored my head good and she herself was very
strong. She clenched her legs together tightly as can
be for a few seconds, cutting off my breathing, and
then she released it, letting fly another fart
FFFFFFBBBBBTTTTT! as I tried to stabilize my breathing
taking in this toxic odor. Then, for what seemed like
a long while, there was nothing. She held me scissored
between her legs but everything was calm but that
would change. "Ok, I think I have held it long
enough," she said. "Come close, this is gonna be a big
one. Breath it in nice and deep now." It's not like I
had much choice in the matter. She grabbed my head and
pushed it nearer to her ass, almost touching the
camouflage print material. She then, once again,
squeezed her legs to suffocate me. As I sucked and
gaped for breath. She then let released my head from
the head lock and also released her massive fart.
BRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!
It lasted for at least 7 seconds. As she farted the
mighty blow, she pressed and held my head as hard as
she could against her panted ass and I was forced to
stay there and take deep and quick breaths of her
horrible gas. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" She said, "That was a
good one." I was nearly out of it when she delivered
two "aftershocks" in quick succession after her mighty
"earthquake" and those had put me out of it.
I awoke in a room just like the rest. I tried to get
up from my current position but I soon noticed that my
legs were tied together and so where my hands. I laid
my head back and noticed it touched something
relatively soft, like a sofa arm rest. I almost feel
asleep against the comfortable whatever it was when
the door to the chamber opened. I tried to turn my
head but the door was almost directly behind me and I
could not see my torturer until she came into my line
of view. She said nothing. She smiled as she looked
down upon me tied there and helpless and then she
walked to the left side of me. She pushed me head
against the arm rest behind me and then got on my
face. She then raised both her legs and put them on my
stomach, forcing my head to go almost completely back
into the chair as she sat, fully on my face. The pain
of having someone sit like this on me was incredible
from my neck down to my stomach and I prayed I would
not have to endure this for long. Then, just like all
the other women, she farted but she farted one of the
nastiest blows I ever had smelt. I gagged when the
full power of it reached my nostrils. She pressed down
on my stomach with her feet till I was about choking
to death and then she farted another blow and then
another as she released me forcing me to get the full
intensity of her terrible farts. She grunted silently
and then released another fart, sighing in relief
afterward. The pain in body was growing immensely and
the smells of her farts just added to the pain. I
coughed and gagged as she began to fart continuously
for a few minutes. I was in pure hell for a long time
even after the steady stream of farts had stopped. I
was near being completely passed out when my torturer
got off my face a little. I was relieved that it was
all going to be over, that is until she farted a
mighty blow that made my hair blow back like a
windstorm had hit the tiny room. It took less than a
second for me to be out like a light.
I woke up in another one of the same rooms but this
time I was tied to a chair. I tried to loosen the
already seemingly loose ropes around me but it was to
no avail. I sat and waited in the semi-dark room for
an hour until the door to my chamber finally opened.
It was Monica! I tried to talk to her but the tape
over my mouth made it sound like nothing but random
mumbling. She walked quickly towards me and undid the
ropes and soon I was free. I pulled the tape from my
mouth and was finally able to breathe thru my mouth
again.
"Monica! Am I glad to see you�.wait�don't tell me you
are one of them�"
"No, I am not. I just took care of #2 and I was
coming to get you."
"Great, come on lets get out of here."
"We can't!"
"Why not?"
"Because we have to finish the job! We have to take
out #1."
I sighed..."Yea, I guess you are right. So what are
we going to do?"
"Well let's just do it, here I got a gun for you."
She handed me her sidearm.
"You don't think we can just waltz right in #1's room
do you?"
"Why not? The halls are empty and #1's room is right
next door."
I could not argue with that. Just as we turned to
leave the room we heard an earth shattering scream.
"Oh no! #1 must have gotten Carl."
"We can't let us be next. We have to eliminate #1."
"Let's go," I said with a new found rage building
inside me. Carl was like a brother to me and #1 would
have to pay for what she had done. We quickly left the
room turned right and was almost immediately in front
of #1's door. Monica opened it and I ran inside. I
spotted #1 and aimed my gun at her.
"Well hello Sergeant Michaels, so nice of you to join
us. Oh and Private Monica Reynolds too, hello." Her
voice was endearing but I wasn't falling for it.
"Us?" I asked, demandingly. Just then Carl's body
appeared and fell lifelessly to the floor. "You'll pay
for that you bitch!" I screamed.
"Oh? I don't think so." I came closer to her with the
gun. Monica followed.
"We are going to take you out," Monica said.
"Fools. You're all fools. But you Sargent, I think
you are the biggest fool of all." I looked at her in
confusion. "You know, did you ever realize who sold
out your team and how we captured your team so quickly?"
"I will find that out soon enough."
"No doubt...still it's funny that you never thought
to look right next to you." I watched as Monica turned
her gun on me. My eyes widened with shock. "You
know�Charlie was right to be suspicious of her but you
choose to not believe it and you, Mr. Michaels, are
the cause of Carl's death and the death's of all your
squad mates that will soon reach me. Drop the gun and
I may give you and them some mercy." The rage inside
my build as I wanted to take the leader out but my
better judgment forced my gun down and then to the
floor. The leader kicked it away. "You really are a
fool." Monica grabbed me. "Lay on the floor!" She
pointed the gun to my face. I complied. I watched as
the leader disrobed completely and Monica held the gun
to me not taking her eyes off me for a second. Her
gentleness had disappeared entirely and now it was
totally rage and evil inside her eyes. Then the leader
returned to me eye sight and I got to see the
magnificent naked beauty she was. "Take a good look,
for it will be you last." She then walked over to me
and descended her naked ass onto my face. "Enjoying my
ass, Sergeant Michaels? Doesn't it smell great?" I
said nothing. "Oh�not to talkative are we? Well that's
ok. You can occupy yourself with this then." She
grunted loudly and farted a sizable blow into my face
and nose. The smell was not of this world and after
just one I felt almost instantly woozy. My eyes began
to water and I was already in pure hell just as we
were beginning. The leader got off my face and allowed
me a second of fresh air and then re-placed herself on
my face. She farted again and then again and then once
more and I knew I would not last much longer. I heard
a grumble and it was loud but it was not from the
leader. "You want to finish him off Monica?"
"Sure. I'd love to." The leader got off my face and
Monica's naked ass was soon replaced on it. The smell
of Monica's ass was the worst ever, worse even than
the leader and I feared for my life as I heard another
grumble from her stomach. "Oooo�so gassy! This will be
the end of you Michael." I screamed loudly, so loudly
I swore it could be heard around the world even under
Monica's ass and then the bomb hit my face and it was
over.