THE HAUNTED HOUSE
Author: Closet Fetishist
Story Codes: nosex Fdom Msub ds flatu fart tragic
"Dude, what the fuck!" Steven exclaimed, angrily.
I just laughed. Brent did too.
"Seriously dude? Why the hell did you set me up like
that?"
I continued laughing as I answered, "Hey, it's not my
fault you believed me. I mean look at you, why would
Victoria wanna go out...with..." I could not even
finish my sentence I was laughing so hard.
"It isn't funny! You know, just...just fuck off,
alright...just leave me the fuck alone!"
Steven started to walk off but I caught up to him.
"Hey! Calm down man, it was just a joke. You don't
need to get so goddamn hot about it." I chucked a few
times as quietly as I could. "I don't even know how
you fell for it so hard, I mean she's 18 and you're
21, that's just kinda...creepy...isn't it?"
Steven stayed silent for a few minutes. "You know,
it's not just you guys' retarded jokes, I feel like
you guys don't respect me at all. I mean I let you
come to my house, hang out, play with my shit, and eat
my food...," Steven sighed. "I wish you guys would be
more serious for once in your lives."
"Well that's not happening," Brent answered.
"What else can I expect I guess, right?"
"Exactly."
"Whatever," Steven replied, less than enthused.
After a few seconds of standing there in silence,
Brent asks, "So...uh...can we come over today?"
Steven tried hard to hold back a laugh. He failed. The
timing was too funny not to laugh. He agreed and the
three of us walked on, talking about everything and
nothing.
Steven had recently moved out so it made his house an
ideal hang out to do just about anything including
porn watching which was pretty much a nightly
occurrence. Steven had an incredible collection, all
good stuff, very little junk. It was awesome.
"Hang on guys, I gotta make a call."
We were only a few blocks from Steven's house, I
didn't know why he couldn't wait but he was weird like
that sometimes. We stopped and stood there. I turned
to Brent.
"So who you taking to the Halloween dance?"
"Tina," Brent answered.
"Tina, really? She's got a nice rack on her."
"Sure, but have you seen her ass?"
"Of course, how could I miss it?" I said, chuckling.
"Watch it buddy, you could be talking about my future
wife."
"Wife? Yeah right, you're as delusional as Steven."
Steven rolled his eyes in response as he continued his
phone conversation.
"Well Mr. Big Shot, who you taking?"
"No one."
"Oh really? Who could have guessed that one?" Brent
answered, sarcastically.
"Hey, I got tons of offers but no one is good enough
to be seen with Greg."
Steven's phone slapped shut.
"Sure buddy, whatever." Brent replied as we continued
our walk.
About a block from Steven's house stood an old,
abandoned house. The trees on the property hadn't been
trimmed in years so the yard and the house was draped
in shadow, making it all the creepier. I would never
let the guys know but I was frightened to death of
that house. We always stopped and looked at it on our
walk home.
"One day, we should work up the courage to go in
there," Brent said after we all stood, staring at the
house for a couple of minutes.
"How about today? Right now?" Steven asked.
"What? You are the one that is always preaching to us
about trespassing and shit, why do you suddenly have
the balls to go in there?" I asked.
"Well, it's a true but I mean, it's gotta be abandoned
so who cares about trespassing when there's no one
there."
"I don't know, we could still get in trouble...maybe a
nosy neighbor will report us."
"Oh, are you scared?"
"Fuck no! It's just that..."
"What?"
"Ah fuck it, let's go then if you two are so hot to go
in but, don't come crying to me when you piss your
pants in fear."
The three of us walked to the door, Brent looked in a
window but the curtains were drawn almost completely.
We knocked on the door and it creaked open slightly.
"Oh shit!" I yelped.
"Dude, relax."
"I am relaxed!"
We pushed the door open and entered the house. From
the entry way we could see the overgrowth of cobwebs
and dust on everything. The house was completely
barren, no furniture, no carpets, no nothing.
"Hello?" Steven yelled.
"Dude, shut up!"
"Why?"
"Why the hell do you wanna be yelling throughout the
house?"
"It's abandoned man! You are totally paranoid."
"I am not."
We continued to walk through. Brent opened up the
curtains in what would probably have been the dining
room but it did little to light up the house much more
than it already was. Still, despite the darkness, I
calmed a bit. We walked into the kitchen. All that was
left in there was a sink; I turned it on and the water
ran brown, obviously it had not been used in years.
Steven seemed to find a pantry.
"Hey guys, look at this, it's huge."
He walked in and towards the back, disappearing into
the darkness.
"You alright man?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just checking it out." He replied.
He walked back toward us when suddenly, the pantry
door slammed shut on him.
"Holy shit! What the fuck was that?!"
"How the hell should I know?!" Brent answered in a
panic.
We both ran to the door and tried to open it but it
was stuck. Steven was beating and yelling on the other
side as we pulled and pulled on the door but it would
not budge. Suddenly, the beating stopped and the door
slowly creaked open. I walked in and felt around but
the pantry was empty.
"Where the fuck did he go?" I asked anxiously as I
walked out of the pantry.
"I don't know man, this is some scary ass shit, let's
get out of here!"
"We can't just leave him here."
"What the hell are we supposed to do?"
"We have to find him."
"How?"
"Well as much as I'd hate to say it, I guess we should
split up."
"Dude, that's the worst idea ever."
"I know but it's the best way to cover the most
ground."
"Whatever, I'll go upstairs then, you finish looking
around here."
"Alright, I'll join you if I don't find anything
here."
Brent walked away in the direction of the staircase
and I heard him stomp around on the wooden steps.
I continued to search around the pantry for something
but I couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. I
walked back to the dining room. As soon as I stepped
over the threshold between the dining room and the
kitchen, the floor opened up and I fell down a chute
and landed on the hard floor below, rendering me
unconscious.
As I started to awaked I noticed a large figure over
me, all in black. I started to back up but it followed
me. As my eyes focused I saw it was a lovely woman
standing there, in a tight black dress with a short
skirt.
"Hey there," She said, enthusiastically.
"...uh...where am I?"
"You are on the floor of my house," she said, laughing
as she held up a hand to help me up."
I looked around a bit and I took her hand and lifted
myself up. I figured this was still the abandoned
house I was in.
"Oh, so you live here?"
"Sure do."
"So I guess this place isn't haunted then?"
"Just by me," she said, laughing.
I laughed as well.
After looking around for a few seconds and an awkward
silence, "Well, it was nice meeting you."
"Likewise."
"You haven't happened to see my friends have you? They
disappeared earlier."
"Yes, I have, they are right over here."
A smile crossed my face as I walked close behind this
beautiful woman, staring at her perfect ass, thinking
about what a funny story my friends and I would have
to tell now. She led me through a large, very
threatening, heavy metal door. We walked in; it was
pitch black when she shut the door behind us. She
flicked the switch and the smile from my face quickly
left.
I looked in front of me and in the small room were my
two friends, their arms and legs bound to the floor.
I turned to her with the look of what the fuck on my
face.
She just smiled a maniacally as she grabbed me and
tried to shove me in my own set of shackles but I
fought back. I struggled with her, keeping her from
grabbing my arms but then she kicked me in the groin
and I doubled over in pain. She dragged me over and
shackled me next to Steven who was now in the middle
between me and Brent.
"Now that I have my three little slaves, I can start."
"What are you going to do to us?" I asked, fearfully.
"First, I'm gonna duct tape all your mouths shut so I
don't have to hear your stupid voices."
She proceeded to do this and then, she hiked up her
skirt, revealing her blank panties, and stood over
Steven. He whimpered; no doubt very afraid of what was
to come. I yelled loudly at the woman but the words
were muted muffles. She didn't even turn to me,
obviously not caring what I was trying to say. I
watched her turn around above Steven and then, I
watched his eyes go wide as she descended and placed
her ass on Steven's face. I looked down and noticed he
had a raging hard on but then so did I.
"How's this, slave?"
Steven of course could not answer, I yelled again but
it wasn't clear what I said.
"Oh, that's right, take nice long breaths. The best
part is about to begin."
With that, I watched her lean slightly and let out a
monstrous fart. PRRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPPPP! It lasted a full
three seconds and when she finished she returned to
sitting on Steven's face fully. He weakly kicked
around but it was hopeless. She farted once more from
her seated perch. BRRRRPPPPP!
"Oh man, who knew I could harbor all this gas at one
time."
Steven started to make sounds like he was crying, no
doubt dying under her ass, literally. She sent her
foot into his crotch and his crying stopped and she
laid another bomb on his face. PPPPRRRRRRRRRRR! He
kicked around again, his hands clenched up. The woman
farted once more. BRRRAAAAPPPPPPP! Slowly, as Steven's
chest moved slower and slower up and down and his
hands gradually relaxed. Eventually, he stopped moving
altogether. A few seconds later, the woman got up off
him and walked toward the other side of the room. I
started to cry looking at the lifeless body of my
friend. He was dead, died of suffocation, I was sure.
Why the hell had we come here? Steven didn't deserve
to die here. Tears ran down my eyes as I watched the
woman return and take her seat on Brent.
"You're friend didn't last very long, let's see how
you do."
Brent screamed loudly against his tape. He had no
doubt seen what had happened to Steven and now it was
happening to him. Without hesitation, she took a seat
on Brent's face and farted immediately.
PPPRRRRRRRRRPPPP! Brent kicked and trashed but it was
hopeless. The woman sat there, nonchalantly, no doubt
timing her next attack. She looked over at me and
smiled an evil smile, a smile that seemed to say
you're next and I'm sure I was. Another fart rang out.
BRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPP! Brent continued to fight but his
fight quickly slowed and he faded away.
"That was too easy," the woman said as she got up off
Brent's face. She wasted no time and approached me
immediately. "Well, I guess that just leaves you," she
said with an almost business-like indifference, as if
this was a normal fucking thing.
She quickly turned around and placed her ass in my
face. The aroma was already pungent, no doubt absorbed
in her panties. I took sharp, quick breaths to avoid
the already terrible stench which was no doubt going
to get worse. This seemed to displease her as she
started putting more and more weight on my head and my
face sank deeper and deeper into her ass.
"There now, that's nice. Your face fits right in
there."
Then she leaned forward and placed both her hands on
my stomach. After a few seconds, she pushed hard on my
stomach, forcing me to release all my air. She moaned
silently as I exhaled. She held me like this for a few
moments before release a wicked fart right into my
face. BRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPP! She then immediately
released my stomach and my nose took in the fart air
greedily but the smell was god awful.
PPPRRRRRRRRRRRRR! Another fart rang out as she resumed
a full seated position on my face. I fought hard for
freedom but it was pointless as I took in more and
more of her gas.
"Oh boy! This is so much fun...here have another."
BRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPP! She farted a good size fart that
smelled like rotting cabbage.
I screamed loudly against the tape and got an equally
loud fart in my face in return.
BBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP! I moaned, I
could not take much more of this. I felt myself fading
as another fart was released but I barely got to smell
it before I was gone.
A splash of cold water awoke me instantly. My eyes
were cloudy but where ever I was it was very bright.
"Wha..." I said, I was breathing heavy.
Then I heard a familiar sound. It was Steven's laugh
and as my eyes focused I saw Steven standing there in
front of me. I looked around to find I was in his
house.
"Steven!?"
"Oh man dude! I got you good."
"Got me? Wha...what the fuck is going on? I thought
you were dead!"
"Dead? From what? A little gas? Please. Jessica! Come
in here."
The woman who had tortured me and my friends came in.
I recoiled a bit, fearfully and she laughed a bit at
that.
"What the fuck is going on, Steven?!"
"I'd like you to meet my friend, Jessica. She's a
professional dominatrix specializing in face sitting
and flatulence."
"But...but...you...you were suffering!"
"I guess I should go into acting after all."
I watched as Steven pulled down Jessica's jeans and
panties and stuffed his face in her ass as she farted
a nice size fart right into his face. I could hear his
deep breathing and when he emerged he shook his head
and yelled, as if he had just been refreshed by her
ass gas.
I gagged a bit. "Dude...ugh...that is sick!"
Steven just laughed.
"So where the hell is Brent?"
"He woke up a couple of hours ago and went on home,"
Jessica answered as she pulled her pants back up.
"I think I'll do the same."
I watched as Steven's smiley face turn very serious as
I got up. He came to me and pushed me back onto the
couch.
"What the fuck man!?" I asked.
"Hang on. I haven't told you the best part. You see,
Jessica here, well...she loves to be dominant and as
hard as I try I can't act as well as she'd
like...although I convinced you I was suffering so I
don't know what her problem is," he said, looking at
Jessica and smiling a bit.
She scoffed and rolled her eyes.
"Anyways, she prefers a real victim and well...here
you are."
I sat there, totally stunned, my mouth hanging open.
Jessica's eyes lit up. "Oh good, I've been waiting for
someone to ask for a fart in their mouth. Luckily, I
got a nice one brewing," she said as she tapped her
stomach.
I tried to get up again but she pushed me down and
held me on the couch before she could take her place
on my face. She grabbed my lower lip and my nose and
held my mouth open. After a few seconds that seemed to
linger on forever she released a terribly fart into my
mouth. BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPP! It
echoed clearly. I moaned loudly as Jessica took a
seated position on my face and I reluctantly swallowed
her fart. She farted once more, PRRRRRRRAAPAPPP! Her
gas filled my nose and I started to fade. The last
thing I heard before I fell unconscious was Steven's
laugh.