THE DANGERS OF TABLOID REPORTING
Author: Closet Fetishist

Story Codes: nosex Fdom Msub ds flatu fart tragic


No one will ever know what happened to Mitch during
his disappearance. Well, I know because I am the
narrator but no one else does and no one will.
Mitchell Norfork was a reporter for The Daily Star, a
tabloid paper based out of California. He was on
assignment August 20th, 2005 and never returned to the
news paper office. 10 days later he shows up dead in a
local city dump and police are baffled. He has no
identifying marks that would indicate any struggle and
he also mysteriously has no wounds. He did not drown
nor did he fall from a great height. The circumstances
surrounding his death were never determined as police
leave the case open but stop all real investigation.
Mitch just up and died in a dump somewhere? Don't buy
it friends, I will tell you what really happened over
the course of those 10 nights. Here is Mitchell's
story.

Mitch went to work just like any other day, for this
day was no different than any others. He loved his job
at the tabloid office, finding real news and turning
it into something fake and entertaining. He slept easy
at night despite what people thought of tabloid
reporters. Things were going pretty well for him. He
made a nice amount of money, lived in a house that
suited his needs just fine, and drove a pretty sweet
Jaguar. He was driving to work that day of August
20th, blasting his radio listening to something by
Oingo Boingo. They were his favorite band after all.
He drove down the open road for half an hour before
arriving at the office. He was the star reporter so no
one cared if he was late, even the boss didn't mind.
Well, at least not too much. He walked to his desk to
find an assignment for today. He was a little
disappointed. He hoped he would be able to just sit
around today but he had a job to do. He opened the
file and took a look inside. The file contained a
possible news story that needed more information. The
subject was Carmen Electra and it was just another
routine story about a new lover. Oh well, he thought
to himself. Better an easy story than something
difficult. He'd be in and out in 10 minutes, or at
least so he thought.

He arrived at the location and noticed the building
in question had a fire escape. He quickly did a
calculation of where the room he needed was and
ascended the fire escape. He waited outside the window
of the room till he saw Ms. Electra pass by. He
readied his camera and took shots as discreetly as
possible. There was no scandal it seems. She was alone
but that was no matter, we can always fake these
things. She sat down on the couch under the window and
turned on the television. Stars just sit around and
relax too, who woulda thunk? He continued to snap
pictures for a little while until she got up and
walked away. The shower water turned on and he knew if
he could just get one picture of Carmen in the shower
he would be even more of a made man. But he knew this
was very dangerous. Mitch tried to open the window and
surprisingly it was open. He crawled in and fell onto
the couch. He walked slowly to where the bathroom was
and peered around the corner, hoping she wasn't
looking his way. She wasn't. He quickly ran past the
bathroom and snapped on the run. He was in the
bedroom. He hoped she had not seen or heard him but he
guessed not since she continued to shower. I guessed
now would be the time to leave but I thought I might
as well go out the front, I doubt I could climb out
the window. He ran past the bathroom where Carmen
stood, right inside the doorway. She watched him sneak
past. He looked back and noticed her towel covered
body outside the bathroom and looking at him. He made
a break for the door but she jumped up onto his back
and tackled him to the ground. She turned him around
so he faced her. There was rage in her eyes with a
grin on her face. She could see the sheer fear in his
eyes. In all his years of reporting he had never once
been caught. She released him from her tackle but
pushed him farther into the room while she stood
waiting by the door, ensuring he didn't leave. Neither
talked for a long while but Carmen just remained
there, staring at him menacingly. She reached into the
drawer near her and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.
She walked toward him and handcuffed his wrist to the
skinny support pole near the kitchen.

"Well, you wont be going anywhere for a while. Hope
your wife doesn't start to wonder where you are." But
the joke was on him. He didn't have a wife or really
anyone that would come looking for him. The paper
office might but who knows when or what would become
of him by them. Carmen walked away, to get dressed as
Mitch stood there embarrassed and humiliated. She
returned to where Mitch stood; now crying, and looked
at him. Mitch's head hung down but she lifted his head
and his eyes met hers. She smiled at him. She was
wearing a tight tee shirt and jeans. She raised her
hand to his face and slapped him hard across it. He
recoiled in fear as he stared up at her. She still
smiled at him, though now it was more sinister. 

"So what are you? Some kind of pervert freak who
wants to put nude photos of me on the internet?"

"Uh...," he stuttered, "no. I'm a reporter."

"Oh? Is that so? Tabloid, I presume?"

"Ya�"

"Well, then I did catch myself quite a find didn't I."

"What do you mean?"

"Well we stars and models hate tabloid reporters and
we have a lot of rage toward them. Now I can release
that pressure on you."

"Wha...what are you gonna do to me?"

"You'll see soon enough." She put a piece of duct
tape over his mouth. "Don't want to disturb the
neighbors." She then proceeded to unlock the handcuffs
from the pole and reattached the other side to his
unbound wrist. Carmen grabbed him by the collar and
dragged him into the bedroom. She shut the door and
laid him on the floor. 

"It's a good thing you came when you did. I have just
the perfect punishment for a pervert like you. And you
are a tabloid reporter to boot, so I don't feel any
remorse for the hell I am about to subject you to."
Mitch mumbled something inaudibly and looked on in
helpless desperation and horror as the model lowered
her ass to his face and sat. Almost immediately Carmen
farted loudly. PBBBBBBFFFFFFTTTT! She sighed in great
relief.

"Ya. I have bad gas and I cannot bear to stand the
stench so I need a slave like you to suck it all up
for me." Mitch coughed and gagged as he quickly ran
out of oxygen. Carmen, however, was no fool. She sat
for one second shorter then it would take him to pass
out from lack of oxygen. She leaned one ass cheek to
the side. She knew Mitch would inhale deeply the fresh
air and she would use this to lay another attack. Just
as planned, she could hear his nose flaring wildly to
get all the fresh air it could. Just as he exhaled she
farted a nasty blow right into his breathing pattern
and sat on his face again. FFFFBBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTT! He
was not expecting this and thrashed to get free from
Carmen's hold but he could not succeed. This continued
for several hours in which Mitch was in total hell but
little did he know his adventure was just beginning.

Meanwhile, at The Daily Star office they prepared to
close for the night but everyone wondered where Mitch
was. The assignment he was given should have taken no
more than a half an hour. The boss, John, assured
everyone that he was probably fine and just went home
for the evening, as he had done in the past. John was
slightly worried himself because though Mitch was a
slacker, he was also extremely responsible with his
assignments. He shook off the feeling and went home
for the night just like everyone else, assured that
Mitch would show up tomorrow.

Back at Carmen's apartment, Mitch and Carmen were
preparing for bed. Carmen slipped on her comfortable
nightwear and stylish rope which she tied around her
upper hip and attached Mitch's head to her backside
tightly. Carmen feel asleep immediately but her gas
never rested as she proceeded to fart constantly in
her sleep. Mitch could not escape this rope though he
tried often. He was cut off almost completely from
fresh air so he feel unconscious quite a few times
that night but was soon awoken again by another sweet
melody of Carmen's one woman band followed by the not
so sweet stench.

Mitch has fallen asleep about 6:00 a.m. as Carmen's
gas had subsided. The stench remained in the fabric
Mitch had his nose pressed tight against but he was
able to tolerate it enough to fall asleep, though not
for long. Carmen awoke at 7:45 a.m. She detached Mitch
but held him close to her ass as she moved off her
bed. She pressed him hard against here butt as she
farted her morning gas. Mitch immediately fell to the
floor unconscious from the noxious odor. Carmen
laughed as she went to prepare breakfast.

Everyone in the office was worried when the clock
struck 11:00 a.m. and Mitch was still no where to be
found. John, now really worried himself, called the
police. Mitch has been gone for 24 hours so they were
happy to help. They asked John the location of Mitch's
assignment and he gave them the address of Carmen's
apartment. They would be in touch as soon as they knew
something.

Carmen had just finished breakfast at about 9:00 a.m.
and soon began to feel her gas pressure building. She
grabbed Mitch, who was still unconscious in her
bedroom, and dragged him to the living room. She laid
him on the couch and stripped herself down to nothing.
She awoke him and quickly lowered her naked ass onto
his face. 

"Ahhhh, so much more comfortable like this don't you
think?" Mitch did not bother to answer. Carmen sat for
a long time, wiggling occasionally to adjust comfort.
Mitch, meanwhile, was incased in a hell of odors as
everything he put up with that night came back as his
nose was pressed deep in her ass. He could breathe
nothing else but her noxious ass cave scent. Carmen
finally believed she had worked up a nice load and
proceeded to raise herself ever so slightly off
Mitch's face. He breathed deeply again, just as she
would have predicted, as she farted her mighty blow.
His breathing soon became labored and he began to
choke as she sat down on his face again. A smile ran
across her face as she grinded the scent into the nose
of her slave. She could be evil and sinister when she
wanted to be. This was one of those times. She farted
again. PBBBFFTTT! This went on for another hour at
least. Mitch was in his hell and Carmen loved every
minute of torturing this poor reporter to breaking for
no apparent reason other than her own dislike of
tabloid reporters. She was just about to allow him to
breathe again when there was a knock at the door.
Mitch began to call out and scream loudly, even
against the tape. She knew this could only be bad so
she remained where she was on Mitch's face and pushed
hard to release a deadly SBD. The smell was awful and
just as she wished; Mitch was unconscious from the
lack of oxygen. She pushed a special button on her
couch and Mitch went under the couch, hidden from
view. He would be out for a little while so she had
nothing to worry about. She threw on some clothes,
opened the door, and acted surprised when she saw two
police officers standing there.

"Can I help you officers?" She asked.

"Yes, we are looking for a reporter. Uh...one
Mitchell Norfork. Have you seen him?"

"No. I can't say that I have. Why is there something
wrong?"

"Well he went missing yesterday after his office sent
him on assignment to your apartment here."

"Oh my�that is odd and a scary thought to think I
would have been watched here in my own home."

"I understand your concern Ms. Electra. Mind if we
take a look around."	

"Sure, by all means go ahead."

"Thank you."

The officers walked around and inspected the place
closely but after 15 minutes found no trace of
anything suspicious. 

"Well, this place is clean. Sorry to have bothered
you Ms. Electra."

"No problem."

"Hey, you mind if I get an autograph?"

"Oh sure. Lemme just grab a photo." Carmen wanted rid
of these men as soon as possible. Mitch would not be
under much longer but she should comply and be as nice
as possible so suspicion is not raised to her. She
grabs a picture from a box in her closet and returns
to the door where the officers stand.

"Who should I make it out to?" The officer gives her
his name and after thanking her leaves with the other
officer.

"Great...that'll be on EBAY going for more money than I
actually make in a year." She thought to herself,
laughing. Mitch was stirring under the couch and
trying to bang and beat his way free. She decided to
have more fun with him than just put him back on the
couch. She opened a small door in the cushion of the
couch and looked in at Mitch. His face was filled with
fear.

"Hey, you know who that was?"

Mitch did not respond nor could he.

"It was the police. They are looking for you but now
since I deflected their suspicion, they have no more
leads."

Mitch's eyes went wide as he stared at her in fear as
she told him this information. He knew any hope of
rescue for him was now gone. Carmen reached in and
pulled the tape off his mouth.

"I wanna hear you scream this time around. But don't
worry, that are under the couch is sound proof but
most importantly its air tight. Enjoy!" Carmen said
sing songedly. Her ass descended slowly onto the couch
as a scream rang out from under her and became silent
instantly.

Back at the office, the staff had become worried
since the police reported back and said they had found
nothing. With that, the trail for this case was now
cold and there was nothing more that could be done at
the moment. It was best for now if everyone didn't
think about Mitchell Norfork because most could only
think the very worst has happened to him.

Mitch awoke in a fright to find him self in total
darkness. He could barely remember anything anymore.
The only thing he could remember was being under
somewhere and afraid but he had no idea why. He sat up
but with difficulty for he soon learned his hands were
bound as was his legs. Visions rushed back to him of
the horrors that had occurred to him not long ago. Or
was it? He had no perception of the time that had past
in the service of Carmen Electra. It seemed like only
hours ago, the visions where so vivid and clear but
for all he knew it could have been years. He shook of
his worry about what had passed and worried about the
present. He had no idea where he was or what he was
doing here. Was it still Carmen's apartment? He
decided to rest while he could for he feared the worst.

Mitchell was rudely awakened by a blinding light. His
eyes took a while to focus but before he could the
bright light was shut off and room lights went on. He
looked around, trying to see his surroundings. He was
in what appeared to be a dressing room like what they
have in TV and movie studios. He looked around but
could not see anyone around until he looked straight
up and was startled by the sight. He screamed but the
figure cup its hands over his mouth.

"Are you going to shut up or do I have to use a gag?"
Mitch nodded gently to express that he was finished
screaming.

"Good." Mitch looked at the figure until she finally
came into full focus.

"Angelina Jolie?" He asked.

"That's right."

"Wha...what am I doing here?"

"Oh come on now...you must know." Mitch shook his head
no.

"Well," she got a piece of tape from her drawer and
came towards Mitchell slowly, "Carmen said on the
phone you were a mighty good fart sniffer and I gotta
fart real bad all the time." She quickly placed the
tape on his mouth before he could scream again. "Ya.
She was sorry to see you go but she wanted me to
experience your incredible ability too." Angelina
laughed heartily. "Now, where were we? Oh ya! I
remember." She went to the dressing room door and
locked it. "Now we won't be disturbed." She removed
her leather pants and sat on Mitch's face in nothing
more than her underwear and a gray tank top. Mitch was
forced to take in the pungent odors of this star's
ass. He could not believe this was happening to him
again. What was with these stars, he wondered to
himself. How could they all hate tabloid reporters
enough to torture them like this? It was just a job
after all. Was it that bad that we made up stuff about
their lives? He struggled with the questions as he
struggled to remain conscious under Angelina's ass.
She adjusted herself to allow Mitch a little air which
he breathed in deeply.

"Ooooooooo...," Angelina moaned in discomfort. She
smiled widely as she felt the wind pass through her
body and onto Mitch's face. He trashed in pain as she
sat again on his face. His attempts to escape her were
futile and she farted again to assure him of that.
There was suddenly a knock at the door.

"Ms. Jolie, your needed on the set."

"Be right there." The person at the door walked away.
"Well, closing time for you for now buddy boy." She
rose up and stared into his eyes to see the pure fear
that was expressed on his face. "Good night." He shook
his head begging her to stop but she just laughed to
herself. She came down on hard on his face, pressing
his face far into her ass. She farted a huge SBD
almost immediately. "Ahhhhhhhhhh...," she sighed in
relief. "See ya in a bit." She left the room laughing.
Mitch stared up at the ceiling in a near deadened
state for a few moments before finally slipping into
unconsciousness.

Angelina returned to her dressing room with a slam of
the door and then locked it behind her. Mitch awoke
startled as well as dazed and confused. He took one
look at the star who now stared at him menacingly.

"Things didn't go to well on the set and I am looking
for someone to take it out on. Good thing I have you,
huh?" She asked, rhetorically. 
 
Mitch hobbled on hand and knee as far as he could get
from Angelina but it was all in vain especially in the
closed quarters of that dressing room. She walked to
him and with her near man-like strength dragged him
easily over to the couch. She set him up with his
lower body on the ground, his back against the lower
portion of the couch and made it so his head would
bend back onto the seat cushion to the point where she
could sit comfortably. She held him still while she
positioned herself, sitting backwards and on her legs
on the couch. She immediately looked up towards the
heavens and let go a mighty fart which Mitch had no
choice but to take in.

"Ahhhh," she said, feeling very relived.

The smell was enough to make his eyes water and he
was near vomiting but he held it as best he could. He
tried to wiggle and thrash his way out of the position
but she held him tight under her smelly ass.
PFFFFFFTTTTT! Again she farted a sizable blow and by
this time, Mitch needed to breathe. She obliged him
with one more fart before getting up. He fell forward,
choking under the stench of what he just dealt with
and prepared himself as best he could for more. Within
a few minutes, she was back and farting up a storm.
Whatever she ate had worked its way into right were it
needed to be to torture this poor reporter to no end.
There was a knock at the door and Angelina tried to
hold a fart, for she feared it would be loud but it
was no use. The trumptity blast blew from her ass and
made an unnaturally loud sound. BBBPPPPFFFFFFFFTTTT!
Angelina's assistant who stood outside the door was
surprised by the sound.

"Uh...Ms. Jolie?"

"Yes?"

"I couldn't help but overhear that you were a
little...uh...gassy."

"Yes, what of it?"

"Well nothing, I was just wondering if you wanted a
stomach relaxant or something." Mitch struggled to
yell out in an attempt to get help but Angelina made
sure to silence him by any means at her disposal.

Angelina stretched out on the couch, yawning and
replied, "Oh...well that's nice of you but I think its
best if I just let this gas go...*PPFFFFFFFT*
Ahhhh...naturally." With that blast, Mitch became
instantly silent almost as if paralyzed by the smell.
She wouldn't have been surprised; it seemed like a
nasty one.

"Alright, if you think that's best. I'll leave you
alone then." The assistant walked away as the smell
began to waft outside the door. She caught scent and
almost damn near fainted. She cupped her nose and
mouth and ran from there wondering how Angelina stood
it.

Once again Mitch's attempt to contact someone for
help failed. He was finally faced with the truth. He
would never get out of this situation. Angelina
continued to torture him with gas for many more hours
when again there was a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" Angelina asked.

"It's me," the voice at the door said. It was female
but Mitch could not tell who it was exactly. Angelina
hopped up excitedly and opened the door. The two
ladies hugged and Angelina moved reveling who was at
the door. Mitch got the shock of his life. Standing at
the door was the female star he loved and fantasized
about, Ms. Catherine Zeta Jones. She looked at him as
she stared back at her, nearly drooling. He soon shook
it off as he realized where he was and in what
position.

"So...what's all this?" Catherine asked.

"Oh him? He's just my little fart sniffer." Angelina
laughed but Catherine did not. "What's wrong Cat?"

"Oh...it's just...," Finally, Mitch thought to himself.
Someone who opposed this action on me and was here to
save me. My prayers had finally been answered, he
thought to himself. Catherine continued, "�I have a
lot of gas and�," she trailed off. Mitch's jaw dropped
as he soon realized what he was now in for. 

Angelina interrupted her, "Oh by all means," she
said, gesturing to me.

Catherine walked over to him on the couch, grinning
all the while. Mitch tried to struggle and move away
but Angelina ran over and held him tight. Catherine
asked if Angelina could move him to the floor and she
gladly obliged. She damn near picked him up and hurled
him to the carpeted floor of the dressing room. Mitch
could not try to move because Catherine descended upon
him almost immediately. She had removed her jean pants
and sat on his face. Angelina took a seat on the couch
and watched the action. 

Catherine's ass was otherworldly and the smell was
overwhelming Mitch right from the get go. He choked
and sputtered much like an old car as Angelina looked
on and laughed hysterically. Catherine was not as
remorseful as Angelina or even Carmen and remained
where she was the whole time. She did not once get up
once, even after farting numerous nasty blows into the
unwilling nostrils of Mitchell. Catherine just
remained on him for hours, just farting away, while
both of them talked about something that Mitch could
not hear. When Cat was satisfied that all her gas was
expelled she got up and kicked Mitch hard in the
nards. Mitch disgusted and now in major pain, rolled
into a fetal position on the floor as Catherine smiled
and Angelina laughed. The two nodded to each other and
before he knew it Mitch was in Catherine Zeta Jones'
car
and the two were driving to her house.

Angelina, waving good bye to Catherine as Mitch and
her drove off, said under her breath, "Ya bye you
stupid bitch...always taking my new toys, jeez!" She
walked back into the studio with disgust and returned
to her dressing room. Well, she did say she could take
it. Oh well, next time she thought to herself, smiling
again.

Upon arriving at Cat's house, Mitch was walked over
to her couch and laid out. It was pretty late at night
he deduced from the near total darkness that
surrounded him. Catherine switched on a light and the
room became instantly bright and near blinded Mitch,
who was not expecting it. She walked over to him and
looked down at his face, which appeared to show his
fearful and scared expressions. 

"Oh don't worry hun. Your done for now." Mitch looked
at her, wondering what she meant by that. She
continued, "Ya, but tomorrow you and I are going to
the gym." She said this laughing as Mitch wondered
what that could actually mean. The only thing he knew
for sure, it couldn't be good.

Mitch woke up to the loud sounds of Catherine sitting
down at the kitchen table eating. She hurriedly ate
spoonfuls of something and clanked the spoon on the
bowl constantly. Mitch watched her in fear of what
each spoonful meant for him later. After an hour or so
of constant eating, Cat got up reveling her completely
nude body and walked toward another part of the house
after first stopping at the edge of the kitchen and
farting a sizeable blow in his direction. Much too far
for him to smell thank god but the sound still scared
him to no end. This, he knew, was what he would have to
put up with. Mitch rose himself on the couch and into a
sitting position. His restraints on his hands and legs
were digging into him, having not been removed in a
long while. His gag was also starting to peel off but
he was actually thankful for that one. Catherine
returned to the living room where Mitch laid. She was
wearing extremely tight spandex which showed off every
curve, every crevice of her perfect body. She did not
speak, she smiled at him and came down and put her
lips near his ear and whispered words that frightened
him even more.

"You ready you little fart face?" She whispered, real
sensual and sexy like. He shook his head no and she
just laughed, replacing Mitch's old, worn tape with a
fresh slab. She lifted him off the couch as they
walked together to her personal gym in the house.
Mitchell tried to struggle free but she was stronger
than she looked and could not escape. The pair reached
the rather sizable gym room and she locked the door
with a padlock and pushed the key outside the door.
They were both locked in her and had no hope of
leaving until someone came which did not seem likely
to happen any time soon. 

Catherine started her routine but laying him on the
hard floor and she warmed up with some squats. Each
time her ass came close to his face she let out farts
of various sizes but each equally deadly.

"1�*PFFFFFTTTT*�2�*FBBBTTTTT*�3�*BBTTTTFFFPPP*�"
Needless to say, Mitch was in pure and udder hell.
This "squat torture" continued for 5 minutes or so
until Catherine decided to move on to sit ups. She
held his head near her ass with both hands and used
her tremendous upper body strength to life herself up
farting each time again right into his unwilling face.
He went through what seemed like thousands of
"routines" with her and her smelly ass, each one worse
then the last. He wondered how on earth he managed to
stay conscious under her but unfortunately to his
dismay he did through the whole thing. It must have
been hours before Mitch was allowed to relax and
breath fresh air as him and her rested from an
"exhausting" workout. He coughed and gagged openly and
even threw up but swallowed it back down, she wasn't
going to oblige his request to remove the tape and
what's more she'd probably fart in his face more. No,
he decided to take everything he got when it came to
rest and whatever and not complain about anything.
Mitch sat and thought about his career more and more.
Was it right for him to go about star's lives, spy on
them, and make up shit? He never thought about it but
for once he had finally considered the pain it must
cause some celebrities. He began to cry a little bit
as he felt as everything was in fact his own doing. He
picked this career and now he had to deal with the
shit...err...farts that came with it. He did not look
up
until Cat came back over to him, seemingly ready to
workout again but there was suddenly a knock at the
gym door and then it opened. I looked on in horror as
Cat went to greet the two women at the door. It was
Angelina Jolie and Carmen Electra, his earlier
tormenters. Suddenly thoughts of group farting came to
his mind as he trashed to get out of his bindings but
it was no use. The 3 girls looked at him smiling. His
time, he feared, had come. The girls surrounded him,
ass to him and farted at random intervals. The circle
formed a container of sorts that did not let in much
fresh air and soon he began to feel lightheaded.

They moved out of their formation and laid him on the
ground as each girl squatted near his face. Each time
one had to fart they took his head and pressed it
firmly to their ass and blew away into his heavily
tortured nose. The loved this game and it was not many
times that Mitchell got more than a second of air
before being pressed into another girls behind. The
farts got worse and worse as the hours dragged on and
Mitch just stared in horror at the three powerful
asses which surrounded his head. He was near passing
out when finally, the girls moved out of formation for
the last time and Catherine lifted his head by the
chin and made eye contact with Mitch as she spoke.

"Are you ready for this all to be over?" Mitch was
surprised by the question, was this really then end?
Where they going to let him go? He shook his head yes
and Cat and the other girls grinned. Mitch rose to his
knees.

"Ok, Mitch. You must first admit that your line of
work is ludicrous, wrong, and just plain mean. You
must say, 'I, Mitchell Norfork, hereby proclaim that
my line of work is ludicrous and I will never go back
to tabloid reporting.' Go on, say it." Mitch had no
problem saying this; because he too had felt what he
had been doing all those years had been awful and
horrible. The only problem he had was the tape on his
mouth. He began to say the line but it didn't sound
like anything, just mumbled garbage.

"Oops. Sorry forgot about that." With a painful rip,
Catherine removed the tape. Mitch, after the pain had
subsided, had said the words they wanted to hear. The
girls smiled.

"Ok Mitch, you are free to go after we give you one
last fart." Mitch was happy to do anything as long as
it meant freedom. The girls circled around his face
closely, pressing their asses right to him. On the
count of three each girl pressed their cheek together
hard and each released an earth shattering blast
simultaneously. The smell was toxic and Mitch was
cough and gagging to no end. The girls were still
farting their single blast as they each reached a hand
in to hold him in place. The farts must have lasted at
least 15 seconds until finally the room had quieted
and Mitch lay dead on the floor. The girls looked at
each other, pleased with themselves.

"And that's the way to do it girls. Never kill a
person who is against your cause or you have a martyr
on your hands. Always turn them to your side and then
kill them." The girls laughed all the way to the dump
where Mitch was thrown onto a pile of refuse. They
drove away that night and had a big dinner at
Catherine's home, who knew when they would have to
strike their deadly gas into another punk reporter.
Unfortunately for someone, it would be all too soon.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is what really
happened to a tabloid reporter named Mitchell Norfork.
He was a happy man until he slipped up and they caught
him. They tortured him and killed him. He died as a
man who was not even himself. He was a man who
despised his own way of life, just the way they wanted
it. The people at Mitch's office are starting to
forget now, starting to get on with life. They will
never know the truth, no one will of what happened to
Mitchell Norfork those fateful 10 days ago.
    

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