SUMMER SCHOOL
Author: Closet Fetishist
Story Codes: nosex Fdom Msub ds flatu fart hs
I was getting used to life at my new school. I
transferred in during the last month of the year. I
had quite a bit to do in order to get the A's I
seeked. My grades transferred over but it was about
time for finals and there was a lot of material I did
not learn at my old school. I studied everyday till
finals and just as I expected my final grades gleamed
with bright marks. That last day of school I drove
home and took a nice long and deserved nap.
I dozed off quickly but was soon awoken by a strange
feeling. I opened my eyes to see Ms. Johnson, Ms.
Violet, and Jessica hovering over me, smiling.
"Good morning, David," one of them said. I blinked to
make the vision go away but it didn't but it did
change. I saw the butts that were all too familiar in
front of my face.
"Ready girls? 3...2...1...!" I screamed in fear and
rose from my bed. It was a dream. Thank god it was a
dream. I decided it would be best for me to go out for
a walk to clear my head.
It was getting close to dark so I grabbed my jacket
and headed out into the cool evening. I expected
dreams like this wouldn't go away for quite some time.
I didn't see them while school was in because I was
too busy but now that it was free time these dreams
would probably be reoccurring more frequently. I
thought about seeking a psychologist but telling
someone about all that had occurred would be too
embarrassing for me to handle I would bet. I didn't
even want to think about it. I walked on. 5 blocks
from my house I decided to turn around. 3 blocks from
my house I noticed a car coming and then I watched it
pass. I decided to quicken my pace, it was getting
dark anyways. 2 blocks from my house I noticed another
car I slowed to see if it would pass as well but it
slowed too. I don't know what it was but something in
me told me to run and run I did. 1 block from my house
I was getting tired, yes I am out of shape, but I kept
running. The car suddenly quickened and pulled in
front of me. It took my mind a second to recover from
the move and when I finally tried to run around the
car it was too late. A dark figure emerged from the
backseat of the car and tackled me. I hit the ground
in the middle of that abandoned street. The figure
held me down and placed a napkin in front of my mouth
and nose. Chloroform was the last thing that ran
through my mind as I drifted off to sleep.
Who knows how much time had passed when I finally
woke up but whenever it was, I was still very much out
of it. I tried to wipe my eyes but I soon realized I
was bound to the floor with metal restraints. I
started to panic when I realized my legs were bound
too and my waist. I tried to sit up but the only
position I could was too uncomfortable. I let my head
slowly hit the hard cement floor. My eyes finally
focused and I could see I was in a dimly lit room
resembling a medieval torture chamber. I only had to
think for one second about how was doing this to me.
My old teachers. I had no doubt about it. They said
they were planning on getting me again. I wondered if
Jessica was in on this plot or not.
The door behind me opened. I tried to look behind me
but I couldn't twist that far around.
"Hello Mr. Bingum." Oh no, I thought to myself. It
was Ms. Johnson; she was the only one to call him Mr.
Bingum.
"It has been a long time; at least a year now hasn't
it?" I didn't answer and she didn't seem to care.
"Oh come now David, you can't say you didn't see this
coming. There was bound to be a sequel." Somehow the
writer found that funny but I can't say that I do, not
in this position at least.
"Well, should we just get started then?" She asked. I
remained silent.
"Good, I think so too. I got plenty of gas for you to
sniff up; you do want that A don't you?" She chuckled
at this as she approached where I was bound to the
floor. She came into view and I saw she was wearing
only thong underwear and a bra top. In her hand she
held a roll of duct tape which she quickly ripped off
a piece and put it on my mouth. She turned around and
my eyes went wide as she lowered her perfect bottom
down to my face. My mind told me to try to run, to try
to escape but my body knew better. It was no hope and
there was no escape. Ms. Johnson and whoever else she
was working with had me, they had me right were they
wanted me. And the timing could not have been better,
it was summer and I had no where to be, no
responsibilities to take care of. At that moment I
had never felt so vulnerable and scared in my life.
She lowered herself onto my face and sat heavily,
pressing my head into the hard cement floor. Within
seconds I caught scent of her horrible backside. Oh my
was it rank but I knew better than I had know that
year ago, this was not the worst of it.
Chills ran down my back as she 'lovingly' began
running her fingers through my hair, just as she had
that year ago. After a little while of this she
stopped and seemed to tense up. Suddenly she relaxed as a
large fart escaped her and ran straight into my
breathing nose. PRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPP! The smell
was awful as I struggled to breathe the noxious odor
and try to survive this attack.
"Oh my, that was a good one, now be sure to sniff it
all up for me," Ms. Johnson said, motherly. She
laughed and farted once again. After a few seconds she
raised herself off my face, allowing me to breathe. I
breathed deeply the fresh air like there was no
tomorrow then, without warning, Ms. Johnson let loose
a mighty fart and immediately sat back down on my face.
"You know, I was thinking and it seems to me my farts
are the only thing you need. None of this air
nonsense. Wouldn't you agree?" I tried to speak out
and plead her to stop this but I could only muster up
the strength to moan.
"See, I knew you'd agree." She laughed. "Well I
better give you some air then, wouldn't want you to
suffocate down there." She farted another mighty blow
right on my face and I could do nothing but helplessly
suck up all of her gas. I was sniffing her horrid
farts and ass for at least 30 seconds when I began to
feel faint and ready to pass out. I was more than
welcome to that possibility for at last I would be
able to rest, if only for a little while before
suffering what was sure to feel, if not be, never
ending torment and torture. It was no such luck. After
a minute or so, Ms. Johnson finally got up for a few
seconds, squatting over my face. "You didn't think I'd
let your time with me end that quickly did you?" She
laughed, farted, and sat back down again. I don't know
how long she tortured me under here ass. It could have
been mere hours or even as long as days. All I know is
I fell unconscious sometime later.
I awoke in the same place, in the same position.
I had hoped this had all been a horrible dream like I
had the day of my capture. I had no idea what time it
was or even what day it was. I heard the door open
behind me and I had expected Ms. Johnson again but to
my displeasure, a figure quickly approached donning a
medium length skirt and an open shirt with only a bra
underneath.
"Well good morning Davy!" It took me a second to
finally realize it was Jessica from the project in Ms.
Violet's class. The tape was still over my mouth so I
didn't say anything, but even if it wasn't I probably
still would have stayed quiet.
"Oh? Don't wanna talk to me? That's ok, I wanna get
started anyways. I got this new move I wanna try out
and...*PFFFFFFTTTT* boy am I gassy today. You're in
for a real treat." She laughed evilly. She lay down on
my body placing her head near my thighs. She then
split her legs and lifted my head, placing it between
them like a scissor and I was the paper. Her skirt
draped over my head.
"Ahhhh, yes...this is it and...ugh...not a moment too
soon." She lifted the skirt slightly and farted a big
one. BBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAATTTTT!
"Whew! Oh my, what a stinky one. Breathe it in Davy!
Breathe�it�in!" Unfortunately I had no choice in the
matter. I smelled the horrific fart for what seemed
like hours and still the smell never dissipated.
"MMMmmmm...how was that one David?" I moaned loudly.
"That bad huh? You know, I think your not trying your
hardest. You better start breathing harder or I will
make this worse for you. I wanna feel you breathing
hard against my underwear." I ignored the request.
"Hey! What the fuck! I told you to do something." She
punched me hard in the balls. I screamed out in pain
and tears ran from my eyes.
"NOW DO IT YOU SON OF A BITCH!" I reluctantly did as
Jessica has asked. I slightly raised my head to sit
flush against her panty and I breathed in as deep as I
could.
"Ah...now that's much better. You're a good slave!"
She petted my head like a dog.
"Now, don't move now." I did as I was told, breathing
deeply the panties that were stained with the stink of
many farts. After a little while of this she farted
another large fart. I continued my breathing as I
caught whiff of the powerful stench.
"Woo...that must be 10 times worse than the last one.
Smell that one David. Smell it!" I kept doing as I was
told and a few minutes and farts later I heard a huge
rumble.
"Oh my! This must be a big one. I wanna sit on your
face for this one." I watched as Jessica quickly got
up and quickly sat on my face with all her weight.
"Don't forget to breathe in deep now!" I complied and
she seemed satisfied because within seconds she
released a huge fart that must have lasted at least 15
seconds.
PPPBBBBRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPBBBBBBBBRRRR
RAAAAAPPPPPPPPPP!
"Oooohhh ya...Smell it David, smell it all!" A few
seconds later she must have realized I was already
unconscious. I can only imagine what her witty one
liner was.
I woke up again, even more disoriented than the last
time. I could only imagine what was next for me and
just as I thought it, the door opened and in walked
another dark figure. It didn't take a rocket scientist
to realize it was Ms. Violet, here to torture me as
well just as she and Ms. Johnson had planned. She came
in quickly wearing short tight shorts and quickly sat
on my face. Before long she, without hesitation,
farted a barrage of farts in my face and up my
sniffing nose. BRRRAPPP! PPPPPTTTTT!
BBBBBBBRRRRRRAAAAP!! It took me only seconds to be in
pure hell. I fought against the restraints to get
free. I could not take this a second longer! I
screamed out but Ms. Violet responded with a swift
punch to my stomach, knocking the wind out of me and
farted a sizable blow into my face. BRRRAAAAAAAPPPP! I
was already dying under Ms. Johnson when she began to
fart numerous times, relentlessly. BLLLLLLAATTT!
POOOOFFFF! BRRRRAAAP! PFFFFTTTTT! FRRRRTTT! I screamed
out and fought for freedom but it was no use. Things
were going dark when she grunted a bit, shifted her
sizable buttocks, and realized a small fart. I was out
once again.
I woke up in total darkness. I felt that my wrists
were no longer bounded, nor were my ankles. I reached
out only to be stopped. I reached another way and I
was halted again. Oh no I thought...it couldn't
be...it just couldn't be. Before I could figure out if
it could be or not, three holes opened above me and
then darkness came back as I watched three fine asses
descend onto the holes. I screamed in horror, my mouth
was no longer taped either. I screamed with all my
might and the only reply I got was a relentless
barrage of farts above. I could not take it in here, I
had to get out. I beat at the walls of the desk with
all my strength but it was too thick. Grunts and then
farts continued to erupt from above followed
occasionally by laughter and inaudible talk. It didn't
take long for me to be unconscious once again.
To my dismay I woke up again. It was at this point I
just wished these girls would kill me. It was not
worth going through life like this day after day and
being haunted by these nightmares. I opened my eyes to
find I was looking at a blue ceiling, but not just any
blue ceiling but my blue ceiling. What, I thought to
myself? Did they let me go? Was it all a dream? I got
up and felt everything in the room. It was all real! I
danced a bit and walked out to the living room. I was
so happy I didn't notice something that had changed. I
went to the kitchen and finally looked up and into the
living room to see Ms. Johnson, Ms. Violet, and
Jessica sitting there on my couch, smiling.
"Oh my god no...no please! Please god no!" I hoped I
was still dreaming but it wasn't a dream. I watched
the three ladies grab me and I screamed out in terror
as they pushed me to the floor. It was then I knew I
had become David Bingum, Life Long Fart Slave.