THE ISLAND
Author: Closet Fetishist

Story Codes: nosex Fdom Msub ds flatu fart tragic


At 6:30 p.m., Steven was settled onto the couch
waiting for some program to come on. Despite his
ordeal, which was about 2 years ago, he had not
learned his lesson to not base his life around
television. He was only horribly affected by it for 6
months or so and he now smelled a little better than
he used to. The show started and Steve was totally
absorbed. At 6:48, he had heard a ruckus outside but
he ignored it. His neighbor was quite loud when he
came home around this time. About a minute later, the
front door to his apartment was busted open and in
came figures wearing all black and ski masks. They
brandished weapons and one walked right up to Steven
and shot him at point blank range. The tranquilizer
worked quickly and soon the limp body was carried to
the black van.

It was a lovely night for a walk, Patrick thought to
himself as he walked home. It was about 7:45 in the
evening and it had only just begun to get dark. He
turned the corner entering his cul-de-sac when he
noticed, out of the corner of his eye, a black van
with almost totally blacked out windows. It seemed to
be following him as he walked up the street. He
quickened his pace, almost to a run, when the van sped
ahead of him and blocked his path. Before Pat could
react, the side door opened and out came figures just
like those who had grabbed Steven about an hour ago.
He was thrown into the van, struck on the head, and
was out like a light. The van quickly sped away.

Out on his first date, with a girl named Sharon, Jack
noticed a strangely dark van pull up next to him. At a
red traffic light, the van's side door opened and Jack
was quickly grabbed out of the passenger seat, his
date had insisted on driving, and knocked out. The van
sped away, almost hitting a car since the light was
still red. Sharon had no idea what to do. She could
not stop them and she was a girl so following them
probably would not be the best idea, probably not even
for a guy either. She rushed to the police station but
they laughed her out onto the street. "Ya right," they
said, "Someone grabbed your date from the car and were
they filming Speed 3 in the process?" She tried to
explain but they would not listen no matter what she
said. She decided the best thing to do was go home and
hope for the best, the van would have been long gone
by now and she would never find it.

This pattern continued all through the night. Men all
over Southern California were being kidnapped and all
by the same figures and mysterious black vans but no
one knew this, of course, because no one had seen a
thing, that is except for Sharon but she did not know
to what scale everything was happening.

Patrick awoke with a throbbing pain in his head. He
felt the comfort of a bed and wondered if he had
dreamt the whole thing. He raised his head to find his
room, messy as usual. Hm�strange dream, he thought to
himself. He rose from bed and reached for the door
knob. Pat jumped up, scared, as an extremely loud
alarm blared. Suddenly the walls of his room sunk into
the floor, his heart went with them. The carpet also
retracted into one of the sides of the wall, knocking
him off his feet. Pat hit the hard ground and was
slightly dizzy. He came out f it and noticed he was in
a dark chamber, totally covered in stone. 

A loud voice shouted at him from the loudspeaker.
"#487 Patrick! Welcome to the first day of the rest of
your life!" 

Huh, Pat thought to himself. What was this place and
why were 'they' holding him here? He could think of
nothing else. The door to his room opened and in
stepped a gorgeous woman wearing a man's dress shirt
and a plain skirt. 

She spoke in very sweet tones, "Welcome to The
Island, Patrick." Her voice was very endearing and I
felt everything was going to be alright. 

"Where am I?" Patrick asked. 

"Shh�," She replied, "Now is not the time for
questions, now is the time for�" She interrupted
herself and released a loud fart which echoed on the
stone walls of the room. 

Patrick stared at her confusingly. What the hell was
going on here, he thought to myself. 

"Oh, looks like it is time," She said. Any comfort he
had with this woman disappeared when her tones became
harsh and dominating. "ON YOUR KNEES!" She exclaimed. 

He became horrified but complied with the order. She
quickly moved toward Patrick. She raised her skirt and
draped it over him. "How do you like that smell? Take
it all in, it will get better soon." The woman then
sat on his face. Patrick could get no oxygen and
within seconds was wheezing for breath. "Oh�you need
air?" The woman replied to his signs of struggle. "Why
didn't you say so?" Patrick thought he would be
getting fresh air but instead the strange woman
grunted and then, BPPPPPPPPPT! A horrid fart escaped
her already rank smelling ass and Pat was forced to
breathe it all. He lessened the smell by breathing
through his mouth but it was no use and the smell
still reached him. Pat was running out of air and was
on the verge of passing out when the woman said, "Oh�I
think I have another one." PSSBBBT! A few seconds of
that one and Patrick was out. "Good night," the woman
said, returning to her gentle tones.

Patrick was the only one to wake up before he should
have. A few hours later, all the men captured the
night before where in an auditorium. They all looked
at each other with horrified looks on their faces.
None of them knew what this place really was or what
they were doing there. They seemed to have absolutely
noting in common except for the fact that they were
men. An image appeared on the projector screen and the
room became instantly silent. A woman wearing
absolutely nothing appeared on the screen and some of
the men chuckled silently, while others just stared at
the image drooling. The image then faded away and
another woman appeared on the screen but she was
wearing a tight latex outfit that was very sexually
alluring. Her harsh tones, in which she spoke, were
not. "Welcome to The Island, men! You are here because
we chose you to be here. This is not a privilege! I
will be completely honest with you; you are at a male
torture facility." The room let out sporadic gasps.
"Yes, that is correct. We have over 2,000 men hating
women to 'service' you but their service is their call
not your own. Welcome to Hell! That will be all." The
room filled up with noxious gas and soon the whole
auditorium was out.

Bernie awoke in his cell feeling very afraid. His
whole life had been torture from women yet he had
never gotten used to it. Why was he always in these
situations? He was hated that much, he assumed. Oh
well, he thought, nothing could be as bad as his last
torture at the hands of a woman. 

His cell door opened and Bernie almost had a heart
attack, and he wished he had as well. Veronica stepped
to him and just as she has always done, kissed him on
the cheek. He refused to do the same. 

"Well Bernie, you don't have to be so rude." 

Bernie refused to speak, he just scowled at Veronica. 

"Oh this is rich," she said. "You try to steal from
me and you're the one mad with me?" 

"Our deal is over, Vero. I paid two debts, one under
your ass and one by the cops. That was not our
agreement." 

Veronica fumed angrily, "You may not call me Vero,
you son of a bitch! And secondly, you broke our
agreement! You walked out; I could not let you get
away with your crime. I was your friend but you chose
to steal from me! Well not anymore, I made sure I had
plenty of Sauerkraut and I have been holding it all in
just for you." 

Bernie looked at her with horrified eyes. 

"That's right, Bernie! I am the reason you are here
and now there will be no running away!" She laughed
menacingly. She removed her putrid sock and placed it
in Bernie's unwilling mouth. He gagged several times
but eventually became "used" to it. "Get on the floor,
Bernie! There will be no feet licking this time; all
you must do is take in all the odors of my wonderful
smelling ass. Veronica removed her pants and stood
their in her underwear as Bernie gagged some more on
the sock. When he finally stopped she quickly lowered
herself down and placed her shapely ass on his face.
The smell of the ass and panties were obviously
already rank because Bernie trashed under her almost
instantly after she sat down. She punched his nards
hard, indicating he needed to stop his moving. He did
for a while. Veronica soon began squirming a bit,
herself, as she tried to find the perfect spot to
release the most gas. She found it and yelled out,
just as she had the first time with Bernie, "I don't
have stinky farts!" BPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTT! The smell was
awful and the memories of the desk and the curtains
came rushing back to Bernie. He could do nothing but
take in all the aromas. "Ahhhh," Veronica expelled,
"that was a good one and... (She sniffed the air)...oh
my and it does stink. Sorry, Bernie, I didn't know."
She giggled. Bernie kicked and thrashed under her ass
but he could not get free. He began to breathe very
heavily and Veronica decided to push out one more
before getting up, PSSSBBBBTTT! "Oooohhh ya! That
feels sooo good, doesn't it Bernie?" Bernie could not
answer, he could barely breathe. Veronica removed
herself from the boy's face and walked over to the
door where she was handed a large glass case.  "Well
Bernie, since you can't take face sitting for very
long I think we will use this lovely piece of
hardware. Now you have to endure my gas just like that
time under my desk, remember?" Bernie remembered all
too well the horror of that day. Every word, every
action, everything that happened was permanently
implanted in his brain. He was able to forget it, at
least that was until now. Veronica put the glass case
down around Bernie's head and quickly sat down making
sure there was very little fresh air, if any. "Now I
don't have to hold back. Won't that be fun Bernie?" He
attempted to scream out his angers and frustrations
but the sock prevented him from doing so. Bernie
gagged once again and decided he wouldn't try that
again. What good would it have done anyways, he
thought to himself.
BPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTT! A large
fart came out from above. PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTTT!
Another! One after another they came and soon any
fresh air within the chamber was depleted. Every time
Bernie, raised his nostrils to breathe he got a blast
of gas. Bernie endured this for hours and Veronica was
just loving it. For once she felt justice was being
served against this thief. She did not hate men, but
any chance to finish what she had (BPPPPPPPPAAATTT!)
started with Bernie was more than enough for her to
sign up. Bernie's breathing became more and more taxed
and he could not stand the smell for very much longer.
Veronica judged she had enough gas to make this go on
for days. She decided that would be best as she
removed the glass box from Bernie's head. She did not
bother to hold him down; she knew he wasn't going
anywhere. Not in his current state.

Katherine stood at the window watching Steven sleep.
The gas was building up inside of her but she could
not release any away from her favorite slave's face.
Within the 2 years that had passed, she had upped her
number to 98 men. Quite a number of them had died by
her hands or ass rather, because the more she tortured
men, the more her hate of them increased and she loved
every second of it. The death of her victims just
meant that she was more deadly then she thought. That
was a compliment to her, though dead bodies did tend
to raise questions; she had used her ass as a weapon
to cover it all up. No one would ever stop her, she
thought to herself. She was invincible! Steven stirred
a bit and Katherine was convinced he would be up soon.
She unlocked the door and locked it behind her. She
wanted to make this a surprise and boy would he be
surprised. She wore her cop uniform and she sat
waiting for Steve to wake up. She did not wait long
because he awoke a few minutes later. Katherine had
requested a cot for Steve so he could be comfortable
but also so she could too. This was it! 

"Hey, Stevie!" She sounded like a giddy school girl
when she spoke. 

Steven looked about the room but could not find
anyone. Kat decided to come into his view since he
obviously didn't see her. "Hey, how have you been?"
She asked. Steven finally saw the figure in the cop
uniform but could not make out a face, his eyes were
still unfocused. Then he remembered the voice and he
quickly cowered to the wall on the cot. Horrid
thoughts came running through his mind again. His eyes
finally cleared and the face that tormented him 2
years ago was standing before him. Steven screamed out
loud. 

Kat replied to that action by saying, "Oh,
Stevie�you're going to make me get rough? Oh well,
it's your call." Kat pulled out a roll of duct tape
from her pocket and placed it over Steve's mouth.
"Just like old times, eh." She said. Almost like
changing underwear, Kat's personality changed. Her
expression immediately became harsh and mean, and her
tone was very dominating...again. "GET ON THE FLOOR,
SLAVE!" Any thoughts Katherine had for comfort on the
cot diminished. 

Steven complied with the command and quickly lay flat
on the floor. Kat proceeded to tape his feet together
and his hands behind his back. She then flipped him
over and moved her ass into the perfect position to
make sure he got her full scent. She then pushed his
face tightly into her ass and then tapped his head to
her. Steve was deeply scared, Kat had not been this
cruel with her torture and he now feared for his life
or at the very least his nose. Much to Kat's pleasure,
they served bad Mexican food here everyday so she
would be farting for hours. Steven was in hell and
then 'fun' had not even begun yet, but he did not have
to wait long. Minutes later a long, soft SBD ran
across his face. Steven coughed against the tape but
could not get any relief from the smell. The smell was
rank and Steve was forced to endure it all. "Like that
Steve? I know you do. You did 2 years ago, so you must
have been longing for some good woman farting in your
face." In truth, Steve had not missed it and the fact
that it was happening again scared him. How many more
times would this happen, he asked himself? He was
interrupted by another fart, BPPPPPPTTT! "Ahhhh, that
feels good Steve? Do you smell it? Oh�I do, oh man it
is rank�better sniff it all, Stevie!" Steve had little
choice in the matter anyways as he continued to take
in all Kat's horrid scents. Who knew that a man
leaving a woman could cause so much pain for so many
people? Kat pushed out another fart and it was a large
one�BBBPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTPPPP!
The smell was not as bad as past one's but it was
hardly pleasurable. Kat smiled wide as she felt
another coming, PPPPPBBBBBTTT! That drove Steve over
the edge. He struggled for air, he struggled to move,
he struggled to do anything. The smell was unbearable
and Steve was running out of oxygen. Kat knew it was
time, she quickly removed the tape from Steve's head,
pulling his hair but at least he was free. Free from
that awful, ungodly stench. He breathed as much as he
could through his nose as Kat walked around, waving
her hand behind her ass. "Whew�man that stinks. How
could you like that, Steve?" She smiled wide as he
looked at her with fear in his eyes. After a few short
moments of fresh breathing, Kat grabbed Steve by the
hair and threw him against the wall. She, with her
masculine strength, lifted his legs up and placed them
in shackles already on the wall. The blood ran to
Steve's head instantly and he became extremely
lightheaded but he could do nothing to relieve his
predicament and it was about to get worse. 	Kat,
uncomfortably, shifted Steven's body so his head was
flat on the floor. She finally found the perfect
position and immediately sat down. She wasted no time,
farting almost immediately, BPPPPPPSSSSSTTT! Steven
was already in horrible pain and this gas just added
to his troubles. He, reluctantly, smelled her horrid
farts. Steven had had enough. This was more than he
could take. He had enough strength and his arms were
completely free. Kat remained on Steve's face unaware
and uncaring about his scheming. Steven decided, he
would choke her to death. Then he would be free, and
then this would be over he thought. He reached his
hands out to her neck; he knew where it was even
though he could not see. Little did Steve know what
that Kat had seen his arms outstretched out of the
corner of her eye. Steven was just inches from her
neck and he felt hair, Kat's hair, just as light shone
through. And right after this a huge fart brushed
across his face, BRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTT!
He wanted to continue his plan but he could not, the
heavy breathing of fart air was not fulfilling to his
body and he didn't have the strength. Another fart
came, PLOOOOT! Steven struggled heavily under the ass
but he could do nothing. Two more farts, BPPPPPTT!
PSSSSSSSSSSST! This was too much, Steve could not last
more than a few seconds and soon he was out.

Jack had no idea what to think. He had been up for
hours but nothing had happened to him yet. He worried
deeply. He had run into women haters before but�The
door to his cell opened. He stared strangely at the
beautiful woman in front of him. She reminded him of
someone but he could not place it. "Hey, Jack!
Remember me?" Jack really hadn't had a clue. He shook
his head blankly. "Oh come on�how could you forget? We
had a wonderful time at UCLA together." A horrified
look ran across Jack's face. He now knew who she was
but it wasn't anything to celebrate. "Ah, now I see
you remember."

"C...C...Carol...," he managed to stutter out.

"That's right buddy boy! And I am back to make you
suffer. It was so sad when you left UCLA the next
year, I didn't have anyone to smell my fragrant gasses
but now here we are, together again. Now, if you don't
mind I got a lot a gas in here so lets get started."
Carol pulled out some white ropes. Ropes he knew all
too well. Carol tied him up and quickly went to work,
removing her pants and placing her almost naked ass on
his face. "Oh man�you don't know how much I missed
this, Jack. It's been to long�too long but guess what
I have saved my farts just for you, all these years.
Sure it was painful but you are worth it, Jacky. Oh
man!" Carol's stomach rumbled loudly. "I have to fart
really, really bad and now I don't have to wait
anymore and neither do you jack. Enjoy!"
PSSSSSSSSSSSSBBBBBBBBBBBTTT! A large fart escaped the
ass on Jack's face. Carol wiggled around a bit,
grinding the scent into Jack's face. Jack groaned
loudly and Carol was in heaven. "Jack�JACK! That felt
great. Oh oh�here's another one, open wide Jack."
BSSSSSSSSSPPPPTTTT! Jack was forced to take in all of
this horrid smelling gas, just as he had done those
years ago. He tried to lessen the smell with breathing
through his mouth but the taste was no better. Carol
continually farted over and over again, one after
another and Jack was never given any air and after
about 30 minutes was unconscious. Carol got off his
face saying to herself, "Damn�I forgot, they need to
breathe." She laughed and walked out of the room. 

Sharon, Jack's date the evening he was kidnapped, had
been scouring the net for information about a group
that would kidnap people but she had nothing to go on
and, as far as she knew, Jack was the only person
kidnapped. She eventually got lucky, finding an
article about a group, a few years back, of all women
who kidnapped men all around Florida. Police invaded
but found nothing. Sharon went looking for files of
this secret society and found only one piece but it
was a vital piece. She found that the group had
organized a HQ on the Nevada/California border. She
decided that she alone was going to go to this
"Island" and save her date Jack. She wondered to
herself why go to so much trouble but she realized she
had a fondness for Jack, that she had never felt
before and it was only their first date. She wanted to
possibly marry him someday. She rushed to her car and
drove off into the night.

The men all woke up bound by metal restraints, in a
room together. None talked, either scared of what had
transpired the day before or what was going to happen
next. The woman from the projector screen appeared in
the room. She rudely woke up the sleeping men with a
nice slap across the face. "Good. I have all your
attentions! Welcome to The Group Chamber. In a minute
your doms will come in and we will begin this event.
There is one rule; if you fall unconscious you will be
exempt from the event. Instead, you will have a
special session with me or a girl of my choosing. That
will be all. LADIES!" Hundreds of scantily clad women
came in and made themselves comfortable on the faces
of their slaves. Carol said to Jack, "I am going to be
sure to make you unconscious Jack and there is nothing
you can do about it." Jack was horrified at the
thought of a session with the leader of this group,
who knows what she does. At least he knew what Carol
did. "CAROL! No talking�only farting! Ladies you may
begin when ready." The leader left the room and the
barrage began. There was not a second where farting
could not be heard somewhere in the room and the scent
of the room was enough to kill anyone or anything.
Also heard occasionally were the sighs of relief from
the doms as they released their pungent aromas onto
their slave's unwilling faces.  This continued for
hours and only one man, Jack, had indeed fallen
unconscious. The leader called Musical Faces and Jack
was removed and every dom ran to any available face.
Steve, who was relieved he had gotten rid of
Katherine, had wound up with Bernie's torturer
Veronica. This was not something to be happy about, he
soon found out. He soon joined the unconscious Jack
who waited in the "Waiting Room" (Go figure�). The
rest of the men remained conscious that is until it
was time to return to their cells. The girls farted on
everyman relentlessly and soon they were all
unconscious.

Jack woke up in a completely blank and very small
room, like a closet or something. The leader came in
wearing a long over coat. "Well, hello Jack. I was
going to take care of you personally but I have
decided to leave you in the hands of someone else. You
know her I am sure." The door opened and Jack's jaw
dropped as Sharon walked in the room. "No," he said,
"You're one of them?" 

"I wasn't until they told me of what a cheating
bastard you were. I saw this as a chance to get my
revenge. You never knew about my farting but I can
assure you they are plenty lethal."

"Cheating�what? I never cheated on you! Besides, this
was our first date!"

"Shut up! They told me the truth"

"What!? They lie Sharon! How can you believe them?"

"Because they care for me, they told me so! Now shut
up or I will make you shut up!"

"Sharon, please don't do this,
Sharon...please...Shaaa...," he was cut off as Sharon
placed piece of duct tape over his mouth.

"And to think I came over here to save you. Now who
will save you from me Jack? Who?" Sharon removed her
fleece pants, revealing her lacy underwear, and sat
down on Jack's face. Jack mumbled loudly, obviously
trying to get Sharon to stop this, but she answered
his pleas with a quick punch to the nards. Jack
screamed out in pain. Sharon then grunted loudly, as
if in pain, and then released a loud,
BPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTT! "Ahh. Take that Jack. And we
have only just begun." She pushed out too more blasts
and Jack was forced to sniff them all, he had no mouth
to dampen the smell this time. Sharon was 10 times
worse then Carol, though he had no idea how that was
possible. Sharon farted a few more times. POOOT! PFFT!
FOOSH! "They serve really gassy food here, hope you
don't mind Jack." Before Jack could even try to
respond she released another large fart into Jack's
face. Jack squirmed heavily but could not escape from
under Sharon. Just as Jack was about to fall
unconscious, she got up and allowed him some oxygen.
She soon sat back down and continued her horrid
farting. Jack never left that small room and never
smelled anything again except his date's horrid farting.

Steve arose in a similarly small room and just as he
was surveying his holding room, the leader came in.
She wore a large over coat but she soon shed it to
reveal she was wearing no top and latex chaps. Steve
was turned on but also horribly horrified. She turned
around revealing a large hole in the latex which she
pointed to. Steve didn't know what she wanted him to
do so she soon became impatient and grabbed him by the
hair and set him on his knees. She then sat on his
upturned face. She said nothing and soon begun farting
wildly. POOOT! BSSSPPPT! BPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTT! BFFFFT!
Steve could do nothing but sniff each one. His mouth
was sealed shut by the force of which he was trusted
into her ass. This continued for a while until the
leader unexpectantly threw Steve to the ground and
then sat on his face, full weight. The leader spread
her cheeks wide. A loud yell penetrated the walls of
the entire facility and was heard by everyone and then
silence. Steven was no more.

    

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