THE CYBER RELATIONSHIP
Author: Closet Fetishist

Story Codes: nosex Fdom Msub ds flatu fart viol tragic


It was back in 2004 when my friend had told me he was
moving away.

"Wait, wait, wait...so you met her on the internet?"

"Yea! Sarah is great." He seemed very excited.

"And where are you going again?"

"Georgia."

"Georgia?!" I asked. "Isn't that the state by Florida?"

"Uh...ya," he replied. I paused to think. After a
small while I talked again.

"I don't know man. Are you sure about this? You know
those internet things aren't always safe. I mean how
well do you really know her?"

"Well, I have pictures." I rolled my eyes. "And she
does seem nice."

"Yea...but who knows�she might not even be a girl?"

"But I have..."

"I know, pictures," I said, interrupting him. "Well
man, you seemed to have made up your mind so I will
just wish you the best of luck."

"Thanks man, I will miss you."

"I will miss you too. Instant message me sometime
will ya?"

"Definitely." We turned and went our separate ways.
Then I stopped and turned around.

"Hey Jack?" I yelled from the short distance.

"Yea?"	

"Take care of yourself." He nodded and that was the
last I saw of him.

Many, many months passed and I had not heard one peep
from Jack. I figured he was busy with his new
girlfriend and going to school over there, getting
into the groove of things. Eventually a whole year had
passed and I began to not think about Jack, that is
until I saw his username come online on AOL Instant
Messenger. Oddly, after 5 minutes of waiting, he
didn't message me so I finally messaged him.

"Hey Jack! What's going on man?" I typed, asking him.

"Mike, you gotta help me man!"

"Help you? What do you mean?"

"Look there is no time, just get over here!"

"But Jack, what's going on?"

"LOL, I am just kidding you. Got to take off, bye."

Just as quickly as the conversation had begun it was
over. What did Jack mean by "you gotta help me?" Was
he in some kind of danger? But he said he was kidding,
right? But Jack was never much of a kidder was he? I
didn't recall him really ever telling a joke or
anything in the 10 years I had known him. And why did
he sign off so fast? Was he busy? That seemed likely;
he was in a new state, with a new girlfriend, in a new
school. But then, maybe someone signed off for him.
No, no, I must just be paranoid. I was about to close
the instant message window when something caught my
eye. Jack had used "gotta" but then at the end had
said "got to." Perhaps it was just a coincidence. Ya,
it must be. Or was it? These thoughts rattled my
brain. Maybe I'd call Jack tomorrow, make sure
everything was ok. Ya that is what I would do.


I remained on the floor where I had landed when Sarah
had pushed me off the chair. I had learned quickly
that when she did something you did not resist, that
is unless she wants you to resist. I heard her typing
on the keyboard and then she shut off the computer.

"Well, looks like you caused some trouble, didn't you
Jack?" She paused. "I can't trust you at all, can I?"
I had no idea what to say, I didn't know what she
wanted to hear. "Well are you going to speak or just
lay there like an idiot?" I again stayed silent though
I knew it would not be a good idea. She immediately
kicked me in the side of the chest with her thick,
leather boots. I doubled over in pain. She then bent
down and grabbed me by the neck. She lifted me and
brought my face to hers. "This better be the last time
I hear from this Mike or you will face worse from me.
You are mine Jack! You are mine till I say you aren't
so you better get used to it!" Sarah then threw me to
the ground where I landed with a loud thump. She
stepped on my back with her heavy boots on her way to
her room. The pain was tremendous. Right then, I
prayed Mike would actually get the message and come
and save me from this torture. "Jack! Get in here
now!" Sarah yelled from her room. I got up quick,
walked into her room and shut the door behind me.


The next day, I picked up the phone but I quickly
realized I didn't have a number. I decided to call the
school.

"Thank you for calling State University of Georgia.
This is the operator speaking, how may I direct your
call?"

"Hi, I am looking for a student, Jack Ryans?"

"Hold please." After about 5 minutes the lady came
back on the line. "Uh, sir there is no one here by
that name."

I started to become a little concerned. "Are�are you
sure?"

"I'll check again." She came back a few moments later
with the same results.

"Alright, um...do you have a Sarah on campus?"

"Yes. There are 250, sir."

"Oh, sorry. I believe the last name is Peters."

"Please hold, I'll connect you."

"Thank you." After a few seconds a female voice had
answered.

"Hello?"

"Yea, hi. This is Mike, I was wondering if Jack was
there."

"Uh...no sorry. There is no Jack here."

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry, good bye." Just before the
line hung up I swore I heard someone yell "Mike!" but
it wasn't terribly clear. Was it in my head? Did I
image it? Maybe I would go to make sure everything was
ok with Jack. This whole thing was just a little too
weird. 


Sarah slammed the phone down in a rage and turned her
evil eyes and her menacing grin towards me. "You are
almost asking for this Jack. What did you think you
were doing?" I stared up at her fearfully. I could not
speak, she had a gag in my mouth but nothing I could
have said would have gotten me away from the
punishment I was about to endure. She quickly
retrieved her short horse's whip and came at me with
it. I raised my hands up to block her and perhaps
plead for forgiveness but she would not listen. As the
whip came down hard on my body I yelped and screamed
in pain. "Mike, please hurry." I cried to myself.
"Please save me."

I don't know what made Sarah stop, maybe I fell
unconscious from all the pain I had inflicted or maybe
she just got tired of it. Either way, I was still on
the couch just as I had been left during the whipping.
My whole body ached and hurt like I had just been hit
by a semi-truck. I tried to sit up but I could not, I
was in too much pain. I turned my head to see Sarah
walk to her kitchen. She talked to me from there, "So,
I guess Mike could very well be joining us soon?
That's good; I could always use more slaves. You can
bet I'll be ready for him if and when he gets here,
just got to start my special diet." She chuckled. "You
two are going to be in for a real treat, this type of
torture is my specialty. I didn't want to use it on
you but since you like misbehaving so much, I figured
you deserved it." She kept talking but after a while I
dosed off.


It was about a week later that I finally arrived in
Georgia. I had to clear my schedule and book tickets
and pack. I hoped this would be a happy reunion but I
had feared it wouldn't. Something about Sarah and the
whole phone and instant message thing was amiss and I
feared for Jack's safety. I hoped my assumptions were
totally wrong. I rented a car, got directions, and
drove the half an hour trip to The State University of
Georgia. After getting lost a few times I had arrived
on the very prodigious looking campus, surrounded by
an equally good looking little town. It was about 6 o'
clock when I had finally found a place to park and had
found out where the residence halls where. Sarah was
in the residence block P, room 34. I had found the P
building and finally reached room 34. I sighed and
knocked on the door. I waited and there was no answer.
I knocked again, this time a little louder. "Hello?" I
yelled. No reply. I finally tried the door knob and
surprisingly the door opened. I stepped in the room
and immediately saw Jack chained to the wall, looking
in the worst condition I had ever seen him. He was
quite skinny and appeared very weak. He looked at me
but it seemed he could not even mussel up a smile.

"Jack, what has happened to you?" I asked as I
approached him, examining his chains.

Very weakly he answered, "You were right, Mike. Sarah
was not what she appeared to be."

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing, don't worry about it. It's too late
anyways. You shouldn't have come, now she has you too."

"No Jack! We are getting out of here."

"Mike! We can't, she has the only key to the chains."

"Well then, I'll go get help."

"It's too late, Mike! She never leaves for very long.
She will be back any second."

"I am freeing you from here, Jack! Mark my words." I
turned around and made a dash for the door, when I got
into the hall I was confronted by a rather large but
petite figure.

"Well, hello there." She said, and then she whacked
me over the head with something heavy. I hit the
floor, unconscious.


I saw Mike lying there, unconscious as Sarah dragged
him in from the hall way and chained him up next to
me. I could not help feel guilty. This was all my
fault. I should not have brought Mike into this. I
cried silently to myself.

"You know Jack; he's much cuter than you. I think I
should quite enjoy torturing him." Her stomach growled
loudly. She patted her stomach. "Ooooooo...good thing
he got here when he did, it's about time to begin."
She laughed as she walked to her room, locking the
door behind her. I immediately began to whisper to
Mike. "Mike, wake up." He did not respond. I kicked
him gently near his ankle.

"Wha�what happened?" He said groggily, beginning to
sit up.

"You were hit in the head."

"Oh? Yea...I think I remember that." He smiled a bit
which quickly turned back to sorrow. Then for hours we
talked about my situation here and about the good old
days. Who knows how long we talked for but it wasn't
enough time, I could have talked with Mike for days.


It was about 9:00 a.m. when he heard stirring from
Sarah's room. A few seconds later she exited her room.
"Hey boys, I trust you had a nice night?" I could not
get over how beautiful Sarah was, it was no wonder
Jack fell for her so quickly. She seemed to be so
sweet too, well besides the chains, but then I had
only been with her for less than 2 minutes. No matter,
I had to figure out how to get me and Jack out of here
and soon. I tried to think but nothing came to me. I
was thinking the phone but I doubted Sarah would have
of both free at one time so that would not be a
possibility. I thought until I noticed Sarah had come
up and stood right next to me. "Are you ready for
hell?" I didn't say a word. "Answer me you bastard!"
She slapped my hard across the face.

"Sarah, Mike just got here. Do me instead."

"No way Jack, this one needs to learn his place and
fast. You two are going to be here a while, after all.
I watched as Sarah undid my chains and picked me up by
the neck. She brought me to her face and smiled. Then
she dragged me to her room shutting and locking the
door behind her. Briefly I scanned the room looking
for something that could help us but I found nothing,
it was just a standard bedroom with a bed and
dressers. Before I could think, Sarah pushed me onto
the bed and hopped on as well. She hastily tied ropes
around my arms and tied them to the bed posts; she
left my feet and legs alone. I kicked and fought her
and tried to loosen the ropes but it was all to no
avail. She stepped off the bed and went to her drawer.
She turned around to produce a whip which she
proceeded to hit me with continually. "See, this is
what we do here Mike. I tell you to do something and
you do it. If you disobey me, you get this...," she
held up the whip, "or worse. Do you understand?"

"Yes, but...," Before I could say more she raised the
whip and smacked it down hard on my leg.

"You will not question me! Got it?!" I whimpered
slightly under the extreme pain but I managed to nod.
"Good. Oh and I almost forgot." She turned back around
and produced a roll of duck tape with which she walked
over and placed on my mouth. "There now much better.
No need for the neighbors to hear you scream." She
smiled a bit and then got back onto the bed. She came
and laid on top of me like she was going to kiss me
but then she rose back to her knees, turned around and
placed her sweat panted bottom on my face. "That's it;
stick your nose deep within my cheeks. Doesn't it
smell good in there? I have been waiting and waiting
and now I can finally release all my pressure. Better
sniff it all up or there will be worse for you." Sarah
settled on my face and after a few minutes,
BRAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPP! A large fart escaped her and ran
straight into my sniffing nostrils. The smell was not
of this world, a combination of rotten cabbage, beans,
and a million other horrible things. "Ugh, that smells
awful. I thought I told you to smell all of it!" I
felt the whip hit hard on my leg again. I screeched in
pain and Sarah farted in response. "Now smell it all!"
She yelled, farting once more. Against my will, I
sniffed as much gas as I could and it must have been
alright because I was not whipped like before. Instead
Sarah began to stroke my head and run her fingers
through my hair. "There now, that's a good slave. You
like my smell don't you?" She raised her ass a bit for
my response and I nodded, knowing it was the answer
she wanted. "Good, have some more." She hovered over
my face for a few seconds more than let loose a mighty
blow. PBBBBBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTTTT! She then sat back
down again and wiggled back into position. "Ahhhhh!!
That feels so good!" I moaned in displeasure but kept
on sniffing. This went on for hours until finally
everything went dark, I was unconscious.
	

I waited hours for Sarah to bring Mike back out. I
sat waiting and listening to her taunts and his
occasional moans of displeasure. 

I don't know what time it was when Sarah dragged Mike
out and chained him back up but I assumed it was late
because she went straight back to her room and I soon
heard her snoring. I looked next to me, I wanted to
talk to Mike but I guessed I should not disturb him
after all he had been through. I too eventually fell
asleep.

We both awoke in the morning around the same time.
Jack was saying he had enough and he was getting out
of her but I told him it just wasn't possible. He
refused to listen. Sarah exited her room later that
morning. "Well boys, who's it going to be today huh?"
She asked as she walked to the kitchen. "I am thinking
of doing Mike again today, he is so good at sniffing
my farts. What do you say Mike?" He didn't reply and I
knew that would anger her. Just as I expected she ran
to Mike and began to choke him. "I asked you a
question!" I could not stand to see Mike like this,
not after I put him in this situation. Enough was
enough. I worked my leg around Sarah's and retracted
it, tripping her and making her fall to the floor. She
rose back up, slightly dazed but she soon recovered.
"Oh? Can't watch your friend suffer Jack? Maybe it's
time I take care of you�.permanently!" Her stomach
growled loudly. "Ohhh and I know just the way. I
watched her strip her pajama bottoms and panties. She
then came at my face, bare assed. She pressed my head
into the hard wall and did not stop. The pain was
intense but what was to come was worse. Her stomach
growled again and then
POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBBBB
BBBBBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT! A fart escaped her
like nothing one could describe. The sound was inhuman
and the smell was worse. Then she farted again and
then once more and I was soon gapping for breath and
choking but she held her ass hard against that wall,
forcing me to take in her awful stench.


I watched in horror as Sarah pressed my best friend's
face into the wall, farting her horrid butt bombs on
him. She showed no mercy what so ever and I watched as
his tense hands fell limp and as she rose a bit his
head drooped to the side. I didn't know what to make
of it but I didn't have time to anyway. "Now, it's
your turn!" She turned her ass to my face and slowly
backed up. She had pressed my head to the wall, hard.
"Ohh, here it comes!"
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!! Just then the door to her
room made a sound like cracking and then I heard
shouts. The smell of the fart was still on me but I
noticed Sarah was moving away. I choked and gagged for
the fresh air that was now flooding my nostrils. My
eyes were watery but I did see figures in black all
around the room. They undid my chains and I rubbed my
eyes, clearing them, to see cops all over the room. I
also saw Sarah being taken out of the room in
handcuffs. Then the cop nearest talked to me but I
can't remember what he said, it didn't really matter
anyways. What mattered was we were getting out of
here. I looked to Jack to see he had not moved. The
paramedic was feeling for a pulse. I then watched as
the paramedic's facial expression turned to dismay and
he shook his head. I could tell by his expression,
Jack was dead. I could not help crying. He was my best
friend, he didn't deserve this. Sure he made a mistake
but he didn't need to die for it. The cops helped me
to my feet and I walked out of the dorm room.

    

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