Fart Fetish Stories
by BlueJester95

PART 1


The worst experience of my life began about four years ago, on the first day of university. I'd been settling into a student flat with my roommate Kim, a pale Goth with long black hair that nearly reached her waist. We knew each other from school, and while we'd had disagreements in the past, I thought she'd managed to bury the hatchet.

I'd always been one of the popular girls at school. When Kim transferred to our sixth form she was kind of the opposite. She was alternative, chubby, and a little bit dorky. As a result she got bullied constantly, and I'm ashamed to say I was one of the main offenders. It started as normal stuff - making jokes about her weight, gossiping, that sort of thing - but by the end of the year it had evolved into something much worse.

You see, Kim had a gas problem. She always said it was a medical condition, but even if it was, she never hesitated to let rip at every opportunity. What made it unbearable was that her farts were absolutely fucking vile; room-clearingly, eye-wateringly rancid. It got to the point that bullying her felt like a public service. She stopped farting so much, but the damage was done. For the rest of the year, we knew her only as Fartface.

Was it childish? No shit! But you try telling that to a bunch of eighteen and nineteen year olds who'd gagged their way through those monstrosities. All this ended with a certain incident that made her change schools right in the middle of her A levels. But that's a story for another time.

Some years later, I saw online that she was looking at the same university as me. It was miles away from anyone we knew, and there was no way either of us could make the rent alone. We messaged each other and agreed to become roommates and leave the past behind. If I'd known then what I know now, I'd still be running.

Everyone built it up to be this major, life-changing event, but moving into the flat with Kim was pretty uneventful. We unpacked together, me trying to make small talk and her staying mostly quiet. It was late that night the problems started.

I woke up to the sound of my bedroom door squealing open. The room was dark, but I could just make out Kim's pale face peering around the doorframe. She had this look in her eye that somehow carried across the dark room, like a sadistic glint, and even though I was groggy I felt a pang of fear.

The door opened a little more and she squeezed in, creeping quickly but quietly towards my bed. I shook the last dregs of sleep from my mind and called out to her.

"Kim?"

"Surprise!" she grinned. She was at my bedside now, towering over me. I didn't know what she was up to, and frankly, I was too tired to care.

"Did you miss me?" she said. "Or did you just miss this?"

She turned around and bent over slightly, so her massive, jean-clad butt was pressing into my mattress. I wanted to ask what the hell she was doing, but I never got the chance. A loud, meaty fart burst out of her ass.

For a second I was too shocked to do anything. I just stared at her, like a deer caught in the headlights. Then the smell hit.

That first whiff hit me like a punch. I jerked my head backwards, the beefy stink making me gag and stinging my eyes to boot. It was absolutely horrible. I coughed violently, scrambling upright, fighting desperately to escape this rancid hell before I'd have to take another sniff.

"Nope. Nope. You aren't going anywhere." She leaned over the bed and pinned my arms. Her long black nails dug into my wrists.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I wheezed with the last of my air.

She just laughed. "That's a bit rich coming from you, Lauren! God, you should see the look on your face!"

I struggled weakly against her iron grip, kicking madly against the duvet, but there was no way I could shift her. All I could do was lay there with her weight pressing on my arms, waiting for this stupid prank to be over.

My throat burned with the remnants of her gas, and I knew it wouldn't be long before I'd have to inhale again. I gave one last jolt in a final attempt to buck her away.

"God, look at you go!" she laughed again, holding me easily. "Although, I'm not sure this little lesson's sinking in. Any ideas from you?"

"Fuck off," I tried to say, but all that came out was a thin wheeze. Jesus, I really needed air.

"I've got it. Hold on a second!" she said cheerfully. And then - thank God! - she released me.

Once again, I didn't know what Kim was up to. All I cared about in that moment was getting the hell out of this room before I had to breathe again. I scrambled off the bed and got to my feet, but at that moment my body made me take a huge, whooping lungful of oxygen.

That second breath was even worse than the first. Her farts always did have some awful staying power, but knowing that didn't prepare me for the bitter, gut-wrenching taste that seemed to coat my mouth the moment I inhaled. Some bile came up as I staggered drunkenly into the hallway, trying to feel my way to the toilet so I could dry-heave.

"Oh, come on! It's not that bad!" she called as I blundered around in the dark. 'Not that bad?' How could she say that? They were easily the worst things I'd ever smelled. When she'd cut one in class years ago, the poor girl sitting next to her nearly vomited. And now I'd been in the actual firing line.

The hallway light came on, nearly blinding me. Kim was standing there with her hands on her hips and a look of perverse satisfaction on her face.

"Kim," I panted, catching my breath. "Don't you ever do that to me again."

She cocked her head. "Or what?"

"What did you just say?"

"I said, 'Or what?' How are you going to stop me?"

I was so angry I could barely speak. "You... fucking..."

"Actually, I did make one mistake," she grinned. "I shouldn't have kept my jeans on."

Unbelievably, she reached down and began to slide them off. I watched in horror as she pulled them down to reveal a pair of tight black panties stretched above her thick, pale legs. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I only knew I had to run, now, before she came after me and did something even worse.

She might have been strong, but I was fast. I ran back into the bedroom and bolted the door with one hand, using the other to plug my nose and protect it from the lingering stink. She started pulling the handle from the other side. The bolt was a crappy little thing. It wouldn't hold for long.

"Shit!" I shouted, on the verge of tears. My iPhone was on the bedside table. I could try and get help, but who was I supposed to call? What the hell was I meant to say to anyone? My thoughts gibbered away at me, and it was all I could do to keep from screaming.

There was a splintering sound behind me. A guilty glance confirmed my worst fears: Kim was there, wearing only a shirt and panties. Light spilled around her from the hallway. Her legs jiggled slightly as she closed the distance between us.

"Oh my God, you are so fucked," Kim said, crossing the room. For the first time in my life I was cowering, pulling myself onto the bed as if that would protect me. This woman was fucking crazy.

"Please," I said. She planted one of her feet on the bed then climbed onto the mattress, grinning. I could actually see the sweaty footprint she left on the duvet. "Please, please don't- AACK!"

She'd grabbed me by the throat. She pushed down, forcing me back onto the covers, and in the dim light from the hallway Kim no longer looked like some harmless chubby Goth. She looked like a psychopath.

After a few seconds of struggling, she managed to lift a bare leg over my body and straddle my waist. She beamed down at me with a smile that would have seemed infectious from anyone else, but right here, from her, it made me want to cry. Although the choking remnants of her last fart still lingered in the air, it was fresh compared to what was coming.

"Listen up, Lauren. In a moment I'm going to turn around and force your nose in my ass. If you try anything, I'll pull my panties down too, and you can have a nice whiff of what it smells like down there. Understand?"

What she was saying was so grotesque that I struggled to process it. My heart pounded. My breath came in short, shallow gulps, and I could hear a strange ringing in my ears. A weird thought came to me: This is what Kim felt like that day in college.

"I said, do you understand?"

I nodded. The first tears of the night trickled down my cheeks. This wasn't happening, it couldn't be happening.

"Good," she purred. There was something disturbing about the way she said it, but I didn't want to focus on that. I didn't want to focus on anything other than getting out of this situation... even if it was clear I couldn't.

Finally, Kim let go of my throat and began to turn around. I didn't try to get away. It wasn't just her threat that scared me - it was her. I was convinced there were no limits to what she would do.

Soon I was staring up at her massive pale ass which was covered only by the pair of tight black panties. She'd always had a big butt, but it was only now I saw how enormous it had grown since college. She brought it closer, wobbling it tauntingly from side to side while giggling in anticipation. My mouth went dry. I felt so sick.

Her knees pressed into my forearms, stopping me from making another escape attempt as her ass hovered above my face. She tensed up and leaned slightly, like she was trying to coax one out.

"Kim! Wait! Please, don't..."

"...Let one rip?" she finished for me. "Okay. I won't, for now."

She relaxed. I breathed a quiet sigh of relief, but my heart was still thumping, and her ass still threateningly close to my head. It can't have been more than a foot away, and those panties barely covered any of it. Even though her gas had mostly dissipated, the smell of her sweaty butt was nearly as bad.

Then, to my horror, she began to descend.

"What-"

"I said I wouldn't fart," she laughed. "I didn't say I'd let you go."

Her ass came down inch by inch, coming steadily closer with me powerless to stop her. The best I could do was use my trapped wrists as leverage to pull my head into the pillow. Kim's ass was all I could see. I cringed as my nose made contact with those worn black panties. Oh, Jesus. There had to be a way out of this, some way of stopping what seemed to be inevitable.

Although my body was frozen, I was thinking more clearly than ever. I had to bargain while I still could, before my face got buried in... that. I opened my mouth, not knowing for sure what I was going to say until the words, "I'll pay you!" came tumbling out.

She stopped her descent not a moment too soon. My nose was wedged halfway up her ass. If she dropped another couple of inches, it would smother me for sure.

"You'll pay me."

"Yeah!"

"That's disgusting."

What? Me, the disgusting one? I was about to scoff in disbelief, but I never got the chance. Because it was at that moment that things really did get disgusting.

Kim dropped her hips, and suddenly I couldn't see anything at all. My face - hell, my entire head - began slipping into her ass like a wedgie. She wiggled her pale butt from side to side, forcing my face ever deeper between those huge, nasty cheeks, and I tried to scream but was too horrified to do even that. This was it. The ultimate humiliation.

There was a horrible moment when neither of us said anything; I hadn't fully registered what had happened, and Kim was probably savouring the moment. Then I felt hot sweat soak in through her underwear, and I gagged. The sound of me trying not to vomit made her chuckle. I could practically sense the smug smile on her face.

"Having fun down there?" she called, jiggling her ass ever so slightly. I retched again, losing my last bit of precious oxygen. I hadn't taken a breath in thirty seconds, and my mouth was completely blocked under her weight. I had to sniff. There was no other option.

I took a tiny, shallow inhale - and immediately coughed it out again. The smell of stale sweat and farts was toe-curling.

"Sounds like you're having fun."

Nausea set in. As my eyes adjusted, I could make out this tiny sliver of light from where her crack ended. Then she sat down fully, mashing my features against my skull, and I couldn't see anything at all.

I gave a muffled scream, expecting her to move. She didn't. She just sat there, her full weight on my face, trapping me in the confines of her ass. I tried so hard to breathe but couldn't. A primal panic washed over me, and I struggled harder than ever before: kicking, bucking, jerking my head, opening my jaw as wide as it would go. Finally, I managed to free an arm from her pin and press it blindly into her ass cheek, trying uselessly to lift her off. She barely moved, though with her cheek pulled to the side, I was able to take another desperate sniff.

By that point I needed oxygen so bad that I didn't even care how vile it smelled. I sucked up a breath, then another, then another, never once losing my grip on her huge, sweaty ass.

She sat up maybe an inch, keeping a grip on my other arm. "Damn. You're really weak, you know that? I can't believe I was scared of you."

"...please..." I begged between gasps.

"Lucky for you, I've decided to leave you alone tonight. I just need one more thing from you."

I was so busy panting that I could only whisper the word, "Anything."

In that moment, I meant it. I'd pay her, pay the rent, be her bitch until this nightmare was over and I could figure out what to do next. That all changed when I heard her reply.

"Kiss my ass."

I was astounded. "What?"

"You heard me. Kiss it."

My spirit was so broken after everything I'd endured that I very nearly did what she asked. It wasn't worth getting her angry. But then the pride I'd built over the past few years kicked in, the same pride that made me get good grades, move out of my shitty neighbourhood and into a decent university. That was who I was. I couldn't control what she did, but I could control what I did.

"No." I said firmly.

When Kim spoke again, she was barely containing her laughter. "Okay. This'll be fun!"

She fell back onto my face with such force that my whole body bounced on the mattress. I swiped blindly at her with my free hand, but it was hopeless. I was trapped.

Before, I'd thought she'd been sitting with her full weight. Now I realised how wrong I was. She moved her legs up to my body and sat on me, not squashing my face but crushing it. I screamed into her ass, but the seal was so tight I could barely hear myself.

This went on for what felt like forever. Just as my lungs started to burn, she pressed her butt even more heavily onto my face and launched herself upright. I managed to take a greedy snatch of air before she fell back down, smothering me once again.

"How about it? Are you ready to beg?"

Even if I was, there was no way I could respond. Her ass was pressed around me so tightly that I couldn't get a whiff of air. As my lungs started to burn once more, the panic set in. I raised my free arm, tensed my fingers, and scratched her, hard, down her hip.

"Ow!" she yelled. It was hardly the blood-curling scream I'd been hoping for, but God was it satisfying.

I was expecting her to punish me somehow once the shock wore off. Instead, she chuckled darkly. "You really don't know when to quit, do you?" she said, sitting up once again.

I took a breath of sweet, relatively fresh air. "Just let me go."

"Then you know what you have to do."

To my amazement, she hooked her thumbs into her panties and began to slide them down. I caught a glimpse of her ass crack and I tried to squeeze my eyes shut but something stopped me. My head was spinning. I couldn't believe this was happening. What the hell was wrong with this woman?

"Oh, Jesus," I groaned as her bare ass came into view.

"How about it?" she said brightly. "Either you kiss it, or... well, I'm sure you can figure out the alternative. I'll give you one minute to decide."

The room was dark but I could still see every inch of her pale white butt. The smell of it was unbearable, and if I didn't appease her, it would get so much worse. I gagged violently.

My hesitation seemed to rile her. "Alright, you know what? This is a one-time deal. Either you kiss it, or you spend the whole night as my cushion. Your choice."

The thought of kissing her ass was absolutely horrifying, but the idea of being forced between those naked cheeks was even worse. And if she let rip again... My stomach rolled. I'd made my decision.

I pulled myself up a little and pressed my lips to her cold, sweaty butt cheek. I could actually taste the clammy sweat. As I peeled my lips away from her smelly ass, my face burning with embarrassment, I became sure of one thing: her sitting on me wasn't the ultimate humiliation. This was.

"Well, damn," she said. "That wasn't as fun as I thought it'd be, but a deal's a deal."

Thank God. It was finally over. But then, why wasn't she getting up?

"You know what, though? I've been having stomach cramps all this time. Be a shame to let 'em go to waste."

In my exhausted state, it took me a second to realise the danger in her words. "Wait-"

hsssssssssst

A scalding hot jet of air washed over my face like a wave of pure, unfiltered stink. I immediately clamped my mouth shut and pulled desperately at her grasp. It was no use. She had me pinned, and this time, she wasn't letting me go after she let loose.

I panicked, but my survival instincts were stronger. My whole body went into lockdown: I didn't move or protest, knowing I had to conserve what little air was still in my lungs. I waited for the gas to dissipate, for the intense heat to flow away, but it didn't seem to be lessening at all.

"Oh Jesus, that's fucking vile," she retched. What sort of person gags on their own fart? Just how bad was that monster? You're gonna find out soon, said some awful smug voice at the back of my mind.

I prayed silently, opened my mouth, and drew a breath.

I can't tell you how foul that fart tasted - yes, tasted. All I can say is that up to that point, it was the worst moment I've ever lived through. The taste was like chomping down on a rotten egg, and if there had been anything at all in my stomach, I would have immediately thrown it up. The tears I'd managed to hold back flowed freely down my cheeks, and I entered a cycle of gagging, then gasping, then retching again.

"Wow, listen to that. I almost feel sorry for you down there," Kim said, and I could tell she was doing her best not to breathe it in. At least she was away from the source.

I don't know how long this torture went on for. It felt at least half an hour, but could just as easily have been a few minutes. My mind kept greying out, like it was shutting down, but then I'd take a tiny gulp of tainted air and the whole disgusting cycle would begin again.

Bile slowly flooded my mouth as I took her hot eggy gas from point blank. She never let me go, not even when the last remnants of her fart were finally gone. After some time she stopped resisting my struggles so much and I managed to break free and run back into the hallway. I should've been grateful that I was getting fresh air, but instead, I could barely function.

She sauntered out while I was gasping for breath. I flinched, terrified that she was going to torture me even more somehow, but she didn't give me a glance. Just picked up her jeans and walked casually into her bedroom.

A minute later, she was snoring.

Six hours later, I was still awake.

PART 2


I stood in the hallway of my student flat, staring blankly at the opposite wall. It had been six hours since my roommate, Kim, had humiliated me in my own bedroom. She'd pinned me down, tortured me with her brutal farts, and suffocated me in her ass. The worst part wasn't that I didn't see it coming. It was that I should have.

Back in college, Kim was always an easy target. She was chubby and Gothic, and in the world of teenagers, these crimes are punished severely. I wasn't one of the very worst bullies, but I did hang around with them, and in hindsight she probably thought I was just like the rest.

There were four of us in the group - Jackie, Courtney, Kath and me. It was our last week before graduation, and Kath decided we were going to go out with a bang. We would get our own back on that weird Goth girl with the long hair and the terrible gas. We'd become legends.

Once I heard Kath's plan, I made my excuses and bailed out. But the rest of them went through with it, and the next day, the video of what they'd done was all over school. I watched it with them at lunch, pretending it was hysterical even though it was really quite sick.

They'd lured Kim to the common room after hours. I don't know how they got in, or how they convinced her to go there, because the video didn't start until she was in position. She was laying face-up on a sofa, wriggling like a worm with her hands behind her back. At the time I wondered why she didn't make a run for it, but a careful viewer would see she'd been cuffed.

In her position I'd have been tempted to run anyway, especially when I'd found out what they were planning to do, but it was doubtful she'd get very far because the three bullies surrounded her. Courtney was perched casually on the arm of the sofa while Jackie filmed everything, and Kath sneered down at her like a cheerleader from a slasher movie.

"We rolling?" Kath asked. "Nice. You still with us, Fartface?"

Kim groaned from her spot on the sofa. I don't know what had happened before the video started, but she looked utterly defeated. She barely put up a fight.

Kath gave an exaggerated cackle. "Alright. There's nobody else here right now, which means no-one's coming to save you. You can scream all you like. If you try to escape, though, I'll gag you with these." She presented a fistful of stained white cotton.

"Don't know how you can touch 'em," Courtney chimed in. "I've been wearing those socks for a week. They fucking stink."

Kath held one of them by the edge and brought it up to Kim's nose. She recoiled, snorting and crying. If I'd been in Kim's position, I'd have done anything to keep those monsters out of my mouth, and not just because they stank. Being gagged by anything would have made her upcoming torture even more horrific.

"So I'm sure you're wondering why we've, ah, persuaded you to come here," Kath said, eyeing her hungrily. "Remember Jackie? You should. She's been in your class for months."

"You smelly bitch!" Jackie shouted from behind the camera, apparently unable to contain herself any more.

"Jackie's been huffing your nasty farts all through college. And since she's been smelling your farts, it's only fair that you should smell ours."

"Please," Kim whispered with tears in her eyes.

"Don't interrupt me. You're not allowed to speak."

"I'm so sorry, please don't-"

"Shut up. We've had enough of your whining, haven't we?"

"Definitely," said Jackie, zooming in on Kim's face. A silent tear trickled down her cheek.

"So me and Jackie have been stuffing ourselves, and to be honest, it's made us kind of gassy. Really gassy. And God, you should have seen Courtney! She drank so much milk. I can only imagine what she feels like."

With Kim's expression filling the screen, you could see her horror as she realised what they were going to do. Suddenly, her head bounced upwards, and Jackie zoomed out to reveal why. Courtney had slammed her big ass down on Kim's stomach, and was now sitting heavily on it.

"So how are we gonna do this?" Courtney asked Kath.

"Well, it was my idea, so I'll go first. Oh, and Fartface? You might want to hold your breath."

When I first saw the video, my jaw dropped at what Kath did next. She got Jackie to film her and shimmied out of her skirt and underwear, revealing her large, tanned bubble butt. Jackie gave a wolf whistle.

Kim whimpered. She might not have been able to speak, but that whimper contained more horror than any scream ever could. Kath turned around so that her ass was a few feet away from Kim's head, and began to strain.

"Wait!" said Courtney.

"Huh?" For a second, Kim looked up at Courtney with hope in her eyes. She was probably thinking she'd put a stop to this.

Instead she said, "Look at this shit! I'm right in the firing line! Can't you come a bit closer to her?"

Kath stepped out of her skirt and squatted slighly, until her butt was pointed right in Kim's face. "That okay?"

"No! Jesus, Kath, I can see your-"

prrrrrrt

It was too late. A quiet, potent-sounding fart purred out of her ass.

On that video, you can tell the exact moment the smell hit Kim. Courtney held a shirt over her nose, and Kath was pinching hers shut, but Kim could do neither. She tried to hold her breath like I did, tried to wait it out like I did, and just like me, she ultimately failed.

Kim took a tiny gasp, and immediately gave a huge, strained cough. As she realised just how bad it was, she snapped her mouth shut and started bucking violently. It was no use; Courtney was just too big.

"Oh my God, it's so eggy!" Jackie yelled. The camera shook at this point - probably due to Jackie's hysterical laughter - but Kim's sobbing was unmistakable.

"Hey, Kath, can you hold her down a sec? I got an idea," said Courtney. Still naked from the waist down, Kath leaned over and pinned Kim by the shoulders, showing her ass off to the camera. Kim shivered, but didn't try to escape.

Courtney dropped her pants. She did this in a slightly more modest way than Kath, pulling her trousers down to just below her butt, then sat at the side of Kim's head. Kim looked up at her in terror.

"It really does stink in here, doesn't it?" Kath said.

"Yeah. Don't worry though. You two won't smell this one... but Fartface will."

She stood up and swung a leg over Kim's face while Jackie moved forward to get a good shot of her ass. Kath might have had a bubble butt, but apart from that she was pretty thin. Courtney was big, and her freckled white ass was even bigger.

Kim saw the danger and turned her head to the side, quietly choking on what I could only imagine was Kath's last fart.

"Hey, Jackie. Pull her face up for me."

"Fuck no. I'm not going near that stink!" she laughed.

"Suit yourself," said Courtney. She took two fistfuls of Kim's long black hair and yanked her head up. Kim came out with a strangled cry, but once again, she was powerless to save herself. Courtney hovered her ass an inch above Kim's face: you could barely even see her on the camera past those huge white hips.

"Listen up, Fartface. I've got a bad one coming, and I don't want Kath to have to smell it. So you're gonna sniff every last bit of my dairy fart, and if you don't... I've still got the socks."

Kim didn't respond. She couldn't. She was looking up at Courtney's huge ass with a sort of terrified awe.

And then Courtney dropped those nasty butt cheeks right onto her face.

Kim started bucking harder than ever before, apparently convinced that if she struggled hard enough, the humiliation would end. It was clearly no use. She was wearing Courtney's butt like a mask, buried up to her ears in her bully's sweaty ass crack.

"Can she even breathe in there?" Kath said in a rare display of empathy.

"Don't worry. She'll get plenty of air."

Courtney leaned to the side, then let off a truly enormous fart that bounced off the walls of the common room. You could actually see her cheeks ripple as it came out. The video wobbled as the three girls laughed themselves into hysterics, but it never lost focus on Kim's hair. Her whole head was packed into the bare ass of one of her worst enemies. I couldn't imagine what that felt like, but years later, Kim herself would show me.

Kath's grin soured as the smell must've wafted over to her. "Ugh. That is so gross," she groaned.

"Make her sniff it up!" Jackie shouted.

"Hear that, Fartface? You better sniff, or else..." she dangled the socks threateningly.

Kim said something that sounded like "mrgh". Courtney gasped. "She shook her fucking head!"

"Well, that won't do," said Kath. "Gag her."

Courtney jumped up, slamming her butt into Kim's face, then turned around to stare her down. "Open up, bitch."

Kim squeezed her mouth shut, and I could more than sympathise with her because those socks looked vile. They seemed bad enough from a distance, but as Jackie zoomed in on them for effect, I could see how sweaty and crusty and worn they really were. They'd been white once upon a time, but the sweat and dirt gathered over the past week had turned them a foul shade of greyish-yellow.

Courtney brought the socks over Kim's nostrils. I could see her trying to hold her breath, but the moment she had to breathe her whole body jerked, and she gave a huge retch. That was all the opening Courtney needed to pack the foul cotton into Kim's mouth. "Yeah, have a taste of that!" she taunted.

The video doesn't show Kim's face at that point, and it's just as well, because her reaction sounded desperate. She struggled wildly under Kath's pin, screaming and screeching like an animal, until her lungs ran out of air. If I was in her position, I would've been sick.

"Your nose, idiot. Breathe through your nose," said Kath. The camera swept back to Kim's face, which had turned from pale to beetroot, and when I saw it myself I was sure she'd choke. Somehow, though, she managed to get herself under control and take some shallow, empty sniffs.

"Guh," she said through a mouthful of dirty socks. "Guh... peas."

"Hey, no talking!" said Kath. "We've had enough. Courtney, sit on her!"

Courtney didn't need telling twice. She sat back onto Kim's head, trapping it in a prison of naked, sweaty ass. Kim snorted.

"Oh damn," Courtney said.

"What?"

"I've got one coming. An SBD. It's gonna fucking burn."

"Do it!"

Courtney bit her lower lip. Jackie zoomed in on her, filling the screen with her straining face, her body, her ass... and Kim's fruitless, token struggles beneath it all.

When Jackie showed me the video the next day, I had to pretend what happened next was hilarious even as the sight of it made me gag. The film shows her spreading her cheeks, sitting up ever so slightly, and letting out a monster.

fuuussshhhhhhh

It wasn't silent. It was loud. You could hear it even through the phone's shitty speaker. It sounded evil.

At this point, Kim looked so broken that she wasn't moving, only sniffing obediently. Her body froze, just as mine did on the bed of my student flat four years ago. How was she breathing? Hell, how was she even alive? She must have had a stomach of steel.

Once Courtney was satisfied Kim was indeed sniffing, she sat up and turned around to admire her handiwork. Jackie got another close shot of Kim and it became clear that she was really suffering. Her eyes were streaming tears: she looked like she'd been pepper-sprayed. The socks in her mouth made her throat cluck up and down, but she wasn't throwing up. She was barely even blinking.

"Shit, I think we broke her," Courtney said.

"Still, look on the bright side," Kath opined. "Once this video gets out, she really will be Fartface!"

There were voices coming from the stairwell outside. The two of them looked at each other with panic in their eyes, sharing a guilty glance as whoever it was made their way up the corridor. They were close.

I could feel Kim's mind attempting to put itself back together, to make one last desperate bid for freedom while there was an opportunity. Quickly but subtly, she forced the filthy socks out of her mouth and screamed. "HEEEL-mmmf!"

The camera was shaking so much that it took a second to realise what had just happened. Courtney had shut her up the quickest way she could. She'd dropped back onto Kim's face... and this time, she wasn't getting up for anything.

Kim thrashed harder then ever. And Kath held her harder than ever. Jackie rushed over and sat on her outstretched legs, stopping her from kicking, and after the intial shock had passed Kath released her pin and sat on her too. The three of them were now using Kim as a human bench, with Jackie on her legs, Kath on her stomach, and Courtney sat sideways, forcing Kim's face into her ass.

"Hello?" a man's voice came from the corridor outside. Courtney pulled hard on Kim's hair, forcing her face deeper into her butt to keep her quiet. She was wriggling, rocking, screaming into the ass which held her prisoner but all that came out was a dull, rasping groan. I could almost hear her silent prayers.

"Anyone there?" the voice came again. The bullies were really panicking now. Jackie had dropped the phone on her lap. The camera filmed their worried expressions.

By this point, Courtney had been sitting on her for half a minute. Kath whispered, "Get up, Courtney, she needs air."

Courtney reluctantly leaned over to give her a breath. But a breath was all she got. Before Kim could recover enough to scream for help, Courtney once again crushed her head beneath her ass.

The man's footsteps came closer, closer... and then turned and faded away. It was still another few moments before Courtney lifted her butt for Kim to breathe.

He'd already gone, and Kim knew it. Jackie held the phone up. "We've got to get out of here."

"She nearly got us busted just then. Are you seriously going to let that slide?" Kath said.

"Someone's gonna find us!"

"Five more minutes." Kim gave a tiny sob. "Listen, Fartface. We're gonna let you go now, but you need to do something for us first. Understand?"

Now that her only hope of rescue had been snatched away, Kim nodded.

"You're going to kiss our asses. All our asses."

Kath got up, and the other two followed. The sofa was so saggy from where they'd all been sitting that Kim had practically been swallowed by the huge indentation. It must have been hell for her under there.

"Get up."

Kim wriggled her legs off the sofa and managed shakily to stand. Her hands were still cuffed behind her back. She looked deathly ill.

"Kneel." She did that too, without question. Her chubby calves touched the blue carpet.

Kath and Courtney were both half naked, and Courtney laughed as they presented their asses to Kim. Kath's was tan and shapely, while Courtney's was massive, freckled... and very, very sweaty.

"Kiss them. Mine first," said Kath.

Kim shuffled awkwardly towards Kath's bubble butt. There was a certain strange look in her eye as Jackie zoomed in for a close-up. Was it anger? Or just despair at what she'd been reduced to? Her lips inched closer to Kath's ass. She puckered them, getting ready to kiss.

PHAAAAARP!

A huge loud blast caught her square in the face. She whimpered and gagged, but she knew better than to protest.

"Hey, I didn't say you could back out! Get kissing!"

Kim winced heavily at the smell, then silently touched her lips to Kath's ass cheek. Courtney found it hysterical, but Kath didn't. She just seemed to enjoy the control.

"Now Courtney's."

"You might wanna hurry up, too. All that milk's gone straight to my ass!"

Kim shuffled robotically to Courtney, who was already bending over the sofa in preparation.

"Hey, Jackie, bring your phone closer," Kath said. Kim puckered up again, but she really should've paid more attention to what Kath was doing. While Kim was busy kissing ass, Kath took a hold of her hair and pushed her, hard, into Courtney's huge rear.

For what felt like the hundredth time that day, Courtney's ass enveloped her completely. It can't have smelled nice down there, and it was about to get even worse: while Kath pressed down on her head, Courtney lifted a leg and let another one rip. On the footage, you can see her butt cheeks vibrate violently around Kim's face.

"Mmgh!" she screamed. With her arms tied, she had no leverage to pull herself away. She was trapped, a wild mane of hair being pushed into an enormous, smelly ass crack.

After what felt like forever, Kath stopped pushing and let her fall to the floor like a puppet. She convulsed. Her face went from red to pink to pale to white.

"Fuck. She's not knocked out, is she?" Jackie said.

"Naw, she's fine. Just dazed," Courtney replied. "I'm more surprised she could survive in my swampy ass!"

"Hey, Fartface," Kath called, leaning down to stare into her eyes. "We're gonna unlock you now. But if you tell anyone, we'll just have to do this again sometime. Remember, Jackie hasn't touched you yet."

"You mean I ate all those burritos for nothing?" said Jackie.

"Dude, I've smelled your farts. There's no way she could survive those!" Courtney laughed.

Kath unlocked the cuffs and waved to the others. "Let's go before she tries something."

Kim didn't look in any fit state to try anything. After all the bullying she'd suffered, she couldn't even muster the energy to move.

You can probably guess what happened the day after. Jackie, being the idiot she is, shared the video all over college. It didn't take long for the staff to hear about it, and the three of them were kicked out. There was even an article in the local paper, although it was vague about what had actually happened, probably because "Bullies Torture Innocent Goth With Ass Gas" doesn't make a great headline.

As I stared at the hallway ceiling, I understood why Kim hadn't seemed to hold a grudge. She'd been planning her revenge. And now we were roommates, there was no way I could avoid it.

Kim's alarm chimed. She was waking up.

PART 3


I sat at my computer desk as Kim ate breakfast in the kitchen. I wasn't hiding. I just needed to think how to handle this.

Last night, Kim had ambushed me in my bedroom. She'd sat on me, farted, and forced me to kiss her ass. It was absolutely disgusting, but it was also revenge for what had happened two years back, when my friends had done the same to her. I shivered as I recalled the video they'd made of it.

The website I was on was about the university's safeguarding scheme. You could make a report, but what was I supposed to say? That my Goth roommate had farted in my face? Even if I could get them to believe how serious it was, there was no way I could afford the rent here alone. I felt more trapped than ever.

The door squealed open. I closed the browser just in time.

"Hey, Lauren! You want some coffee?" she called.

I turned to face her. Be strong. Don't let her see you're afraid. "We need to talk about last night."

"Last night?" She seemed confused. "Shit! We didn't have sex, did we?"

"Kim, this is serious. What happened yesterday was assault. I need to know it won't happen again."

"Okay. Sure," she said casually.

"Really?" I wanted to believe her, but for that to happen, she had to give me something to work with.

"Yeah. So long as you know your place, things shouldn't get that bad."

What did that mean? It sounded sinister, but I still wanted to hope. I hadn't slept for fear she was going to come and suffocate me again.

"Although we could get back to it now, if you insist..."

She spun my chair around and sat down heavily in my lap. I leaned back, panicking.

"What the hell are you doing?" With daylight streaming through the windows, I felt more able to stand up to her.

"You'll realise in a moment," she replied. Oh shit, she was going to-

frrrrrrtt

Her ass vibrated against my thighs. It only took a second for the hot, garbagey scent to float up and make me retch. I choked, instinctively raising a hand to my nose, but she grabbed my wrists before I could properly hold it.

"What the fuck, Kim?" I gagged. My throat seemed to swell as I breathed it in.

"Give me three big sniffs and I'll let you up."

"No! What's wrong with-"

proot?

"God, that one sounded bad. Three sniffs. I'll be here all day if you don't."

I glowered at her, barely able to contain my anger. She held my stare casually, as if daring me to put up a fight. She had complete control of my wrists, and her body was heavy enough that I didn't have a hope of throwing her off.

"Remember what I just said? Things won't get as bad as last night, so long as you know your place. I'm not convinced you do right now."

"Kim," I coughed. "I'm not sniffing that." The smell was unbearable - a mix of spoiled meat, dustbins, and rotten onions.

She laughed. "Your loss. I really was going to leave you alone this evening. Now that you're resisting, though... I think a curry sounds good tonight."

I sucked shallow breaths through my mouth, trying not to choke on the horrifying smell and taste. If I gave in now, I'd hate myself for it. But if I didn't, I wasn't sure what she'd do. The most important thing was to buy some time until I could figure out a plan. Face burning, I muttered, "Fine."

She smiled pleasantly. This was all just a sick power trip for her. "Go on, then!"

The first sniff was absolute torture. Putting the humiliation aside, Kim's stink was so nasty I wasn't sure I'd make it. It drew tears from my eyes as I inhaled and burned my nostrils as it came out. Just think about something else, I told myself, but it was impossible. That stench was stronger than anything.

The look in her eyes was the worst part. She was goading me, coaxing me along with an expression that would've been encouraging if it wasn't for the pure evil hidden underneath. She was so smug.

"Good! Two more."

I sniffed again. The stink and shame was making me cry. As I was recovering, she cut a silent one right into my lap. It was so hot I felt her ass heat up.

"Nearly there!"

I glared at her and took another sniff - then choked it out again. I tried to stand up out of instinct, but she wasn't budging. God! That was horrible!

"Oops, I should've warned you about that one." She finally stood up, letting me hold my nose and walk quickly out of the room. The moment I was clear, I wheezed and spluttered like an asthmatic. I wasn't sure if she'd leave me alone after this, but I did know one thing for certain: if she'd cut that last fart in my face, I would've just about died.

Those first few days at university were incredibly lonely. It's hard to be sociable when your roommate is a gassy psychopath. I'd sit in the lecture halls and think how much my education had meant to me, and how little it seemed to matter now, when all I wanted to do was sleep.

Kim didn't attack me that week, but she had these ways of antagonising me that built up over time. I'd be eating breakfast and she'd walk up before ripping a massive, smelly fart. Even her weakest farts were so bad I had to throw my food away when it happened. I couldn't confront her about it because if I did, she'd probably make sure to torment me that night.

Then there was her personal hygiene. A lot of students get kind of lax when they're away from home, but I don't think she washed for the whole of that first week - and it showed. She smelled sour, like dirty feet. I should've known then that she was preparing for something big.

I sent an email to the safeguarding team the following Monday. It was pretty noncommittal, asking what to do if I had problems with my roommate, but the idea of someone hearing my plea gave me hope.

I was laying in bed that night when I heard something on the other side of my bedroom. Suddenly there was the thumping of heavy footsteps as Kim descended on me. She shook me by the shoulders, and when I realised what was happening, every bit of drowsiness was replaced by sheer terror.

"No, Kim. Not again. Please," I mumbled.

"Oh, don't be so dramatic! I only need one thing, then I'll get out of your hair."

I looked at her, confused and afraid.

"It's only a small thing," she said. "But I should give you something to do while I explain. Remember how you loved being a seat for me?"

By the time I began to fight back, it was already too late. She launched herself at me, holding me down on the mattress with no effort at all. After I was pinned, she turned around and straddled my waist, facing towards my feet.

"Kim, you said-"

"Ah, shut it!" She sat on my stomach and began to work her way up my body. My view of the bedroom ceiling was replaced by the back of her short black skirt. I should have been dreading the thought of being made into her chair for a second time, but what disgusted me more was the smell of her naked feet on either side of my head. They infected me with their stale, cheesy scent.

Once Kim was above my face, she clamped those stinkers against my head and pulled me upwards. I groaned as her sweaty toes tangled in my hair.

"Kim, just leave me alone. I'll do whatever you want."

She didn't even acknowledge I'd said anything. She reached behind and hiked up her skirt. That was when I realised she was going commando.

Don't scream, I told myself, but it's hard to be rational when another woman's naked, sweat-soaked ass is staring you in the face. It had been sweaty the last time she'd sat on me, but at least she'd been showering back then. Now it was even worse. It shone sickly in the evening light, wobbling merrily as she jiggled it from side to side. I gagged.

She let her skirt drop around my head and lowered herself in a way that had become depressingly familiar. I could barely see anything with her skirt around me, and that was just as well because there was nothing in my eyeline that I wanted to look at. Her bare ass loomed closer, closer, and then-

thrrrrpp

A hot, wet, evil-sounding fart slithered out of her butt and hit me right in the face. I tried not to open my mouth to retch but I couldn't help it and while it was open, some of the eggy stink flowed in. I nearly threw up.

She sniffed while I struggled. "Damn, you make a great filter! I can't smell a thing."

I wished I could say that. The heat of her gas was trapped by her skirt, stopping it from fading away no matter how long I held my breath. When I did have to breathe, I entered another cycle of choking and coughing. Kim laughed as I begged for freedom from this claustrophobic hell.

And speaking of claustrophobia, why was her weight shifting? Was she going to sit on me again? Surely even she wouldn't go that far, not without her panties on. Having her rub her panty-clad butt in my face had been awful, but to have my head forced into her sweaty, swampy ass would very nearly be a fate worse than death.

The smell of Kim's butt got stronger, detectable even over her last fart. Oh God, she was actually doing it. "Wait! Stop!" I cried as her ass loomed closer. She didn't stop, and soon, her cold, sweaty cheeks were touching my face. I stared in terror at the crack between them. It was all I could see.

"Hey, Lauren. Do you know what a stinkface is?"

I didn't reply. I was too busy dreading what would happen if she dropped those massive hips and forced me in there.

"Thought not. Let me show you."

My stomach flipped as I felt my face sinking slowly into her rancid ass. The deeper I got, the sweatier it became, until my face was drenched in the stuff. My cheeks were seperating her cheeks, and as she shifted her weight, I could literally feel her asshole pressing against the tip of my nose. I'd lost count of the number of farts she'd made me sniff over the past week. I'd like to think I was building a tolerance, but nothing could have prepared me for this smelly, slimy pit. Nothing.

Just as I was thinking things couldn't possibly get any worse, she began gyrating her big butt around my face. She started slow, rubbing in the sweat and stink, but it wasn't long until she was really grinding against me. I yelped in pain as she pulled my hair back into clumps with both hands, using them like reins to force my face even deeper around her horrifying crack.

"Agghhh," I spluttered throatily. Beads of fresh sweat ran up my nose, through my hair, into my mouth. I couldn't take any more. I closed my eyes and thought, Please get me out of this. I'll do anything.

In my oxygen-deprived state, I tried to wish myself into unconsciousness. I felt like I was nearly there... but then I heard her stomach grumble.

"Fuck, I've got one coming. Would it be mean to make you sniff it up?"

I opened my mouth to beg, but once I felt the sweat gathering on my lips, I had to close it again.

"I'll take that as a 'no'," she said.

Years ago, when I watched that video of Kim being bullied, one part always stuck with me. It was the part with her face being pushed inside Courtney's ass as she let loose. Kim had looked fucking broken after that, and I can only imagine the same expression was on my face when she did the same to me.

She didn't have to lean. All she had to do was twitch her asshole and it came out: a long, warm, bubbly fart that vibrated my whole head. It heated up the sweat on my face and made me want to retch even though I knew that opening my mouth would be a death sentence. The tiny space between my face and her ass filled with moisture, and I didn't know how much of it was sweat and how much was my disgusted, silent tears.

I sobbed quietly, and the resulting stink set my sinuses on fire. It was a putrid, rotting vegetable stench which made her earlier monstrosity seem like no big deal.

"Jesus. That's awful," she said as the smell must've filtered through. "Have to admit, I got a bit carried away there. But I have to show you what's at stake."

I closed my eyes, feeling faint.

"I need something very important from you, and if you don't do what I ask, the next one goes in your mouth."

My eyes snapped back open. In my mouth? Had I heard her right? Just the thought of her doing that put me on the verge of vomiting.

"So I'm going to ask you to do something, and it's very important that you do it. Understand? Nod for yes, and I'll sit up."

I had no idea what she was going on about, but the pressure and smell of her butt was pure torture. I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy. I nodded eagerly into her foul ass crack.

Finally, mercifully, she sat up. After having my face buried somewhere unspeakable, even the befouled air inside her skirt felt fresh and cool.

"So here's the thing. You're damn good at begging. I want to hear you beg again, but this time, you're gonna beg me to fart."

"What?"

"Hey, it's either this, or I'll rip one in your mouth. Which is it gonna be?"

There was no dilemma. Begging for that was disgusting, but the alternative was unspeakable.

"Okay," I gasped, immediately and lifelessly. I didn't think too hard about what I was saying. All I cared about was getting out of there.

"Repeat after me: Please, Kim, fart in my face."

"Please Kim, fart in my face," I said in a dull monotone.

"Again."

"Please, Kim, fart in my face."

"Say it like you mean it!"

"Please, Kim! Fart in my face!" I shouted, feeling utterly ridiculous.

My voice quivered, but she was satisfied. She spread her cheeks to reveal her nightmarish dark asshole, which pulsed outwards as she let off a huge, steaming hiss of gas. It filled the space under her skirt with an awful, sickening warmth. She wasn't pinning me down any more, but her despicable threat stopped me from running. I just sniffed.

"Well, that was fun." She flipped her skirt up and jumped off the bed, giving me the opportunity to run for the toilet to dry-heave again. I wasn't quite quick enough, and accidentally took in another lungful of ripe, eggy stink before I could scramble away. I hardly cared, though. It was finally over.

Once I'd got my breath back, I ran to the sink and scrubbed at my face like a madwoman. Kim's stench was so persistent it took ages to shift, and I could never be quite sure it was gone. I hoped to God nobody would notice.

I caught sight of myself in the mirror. Christ, I looked terrible. My fringe was still slick with her sweat, but what disturbed me most was my empty, soulless expression. It was the same look Kim had in her eyes at the end of that awful video clip. I wasn't sure if she'd try anything else tonight, but I couldn't leave her stink on my skin. I bolted the door and began running the second bath of the day.

When I got out and dared to leave the relative safety of the bathroom, Kim was waiting for me outside. Seeing her made me stagger back in terror.

"You're such a drama queen, you know that? It's only a few farts."

She'd caught me off-guard, and I had no idea what to do.

"Don't worry, I'm out of gas for now. There's just something I want to show you," she said, beckoning me.

How was I supposed to react? Should I run? If I did, I'd have to face her eventually.

I followed Kim into her bedroom. It was pitch black in there. The curtains were closed and the lights were off. I felt an even stronger apprehension.

"Come in! Take a seat!" She sat down on the edge of her duvet, and I hesitantly followed suit.

Kim pulled her out phone with a flourish. "See, I know you're probably regretting getting a flat with me. And that's okay! I can be kind of annoying sometimes."

She continued, sounding more serious now. "But there's always a danger you might talk to someone who doesn't understand what I went through with you and your asshole friends. Like the university, for instance."

I opened my mouth to speak. She interrupted. "You might tell them I've been torturing you with my farts. I mean, it's ridiculous, but you might. So today I took out a little... insurance."

She opened a video clip on her phone. It showed me face-up on my own bed with her ass hovering over me. My heart sank. I knew what was coming.

"Please, Kim!" came my voice. "Fart in my face!"

My head was pounding. I felt sick. I couldn't believe this was happening.

The video showed Kim spreading her cheeks and squeezing out a nasty fart. My sniffing was audible even through her skirt.

"Well, that was fun," Kim said on the video. She pulled her skirt up and swept the camera over my face. The footage cut to black.

The real Kim piped up then. "If you tell anyone, well, I'm sure I don't need to say what will happen. Just two adults having a little kinky fun. And maybe making some weird fetish videos to put online." She chuckled at my horrified reaction.

"So, are you going to snitch?"

I shook my head slowly, looking her straight in the eyes. At that moment, I meant it.

"Good. Now get the hell out of my room!" she grinned, lunging playfully.

I ran out of her bedroom and into the toilet. The hot bath had made me feel dizzy. I could see the ceramic tiles spinning before my eyes, and once again I actually wanted to pass out. It's easier to deal with problems when you're unconscious.

I didn't, though, and when I went back into the hallway she had closed her door. Unbelievably, she was snoring again.

I changed my clothes and curled up in my own bed, finally accepting how fucked this situation was. Revenge is one thing, but continuing to torture someone after you've gotten it out of your system? That was something else entirely. It had become clear that she wasn't going to stop unless I did something drastic, but the horrible thing was that I couldn't do anything. I couldn't fight her, and I don't think I could tell anyone with the video she had. For the first time in my life, I felt truly and utterly powerless.

PART 4


I woke up at noon the next day. I'd fallen asleep without setting my alarm. It turned out that being a human fart cushion for your psychotic roommate was enough to make you forget about little things like time, or routine, or the medicine degree which hung in the balance every time you missed a lecture. It wasn't an exaggeration to say she was fucking up my entire life.

And for what? Revenge? It was true I'd bullied her in the past, but my friends had always been the main offenders. She wasn't forcing their faces into her smelly butt, or making them kiss her ass. Kim had gone to a lot of trouble to play nice and become my roommate, but Courtney, Jackie and Kath were getting off scot-free. Probably because they'd fucking destroy her.

Or would they? Kim had gotten much stronger since college, both mentally and physically, and it was clear her chubbiness hid some serious muscle. Although I was fairly fit, she had no problem pinning me down like a doll.

I jumped back to attention. Someone was opening our front door, but it couldn't possibly be Kim because it wasn't even one o' clock. I leapt up and peeked around the corner to see-

"Kim?"

She walked in casually. I gulped, scared she was about to try something.

"Hey Lauren," she said.

"What are you... why..."

I was so busy spluttering that I barely noticed another curvy Goth following behind her. She had short pink hair and a warm, infectious smile.

"Lauren, this is my girlfriend, Liz. Liz, this is Lauren. She's the roommate I told you about."

"Hey," said Liz, offering her hand to shake. I took it limply.

"She's a bit shy," Kim said.

Wait a second. 'The roommate I told you about'? Did she know what was happening between Kim and me? She hadn't brought her over to help torture me, had she?

It was at that moment that a truly awful smell hit the three of us, like deeply rotten meat. Liz groaned, and even Kim pinched her nose shut. The stink brought back some very unpleasant memories. "Lauren!" Kim scolded me.

I didn't know what to say. "Sorry," I muttered, not wanting to get on her bad side.

"What are you taking it for? She's always doing that!" Liz said with a hand over her nose. She scurried away into the living room, and Kim followed her... but not before blowing me a cheeky, mocking kiss.

It turned out Liz was a long-distance lover who Kim met at a concert. She came to stay every so often. I didn't think she knew the torture her girlfriend was putting me through, but without some kind of guarantee she'd help, I was definitely in no hurry to tell her.

Kim didn't bother me at all that night. She was too busy watching movies and cuddling with Liz. They made a surprisingly cute couple, or at least they would have if one of them wasn't a foul-smelling, manipulative sociopath.

With Liz staying over the next day, I'm ashamed to say I let my guard down. I didn't think Kim wouldn't try anything if there was a risk her girlfriend would see.

That was a huge mistake.

I was enjoying a hot soak when it happened. The water was warm and relaxing, and orange sunlight was shining through the window. It was a sweet reminder that despite everything I'd been through, there was still more to my life than being Kim's plaything.

The bathroom lock rattled, and my heart started to hammer. Had she come back? If I was lucky, it was just Liz wanting to use the toilet. If I was unlucky-

THUMP.

I sat up in shock. Some water sloshed over the side. The lock splintered off the door, revealing Kim.

"Liz is out. She went to get some stuff for tonight, so we've got the whole flat to ourselves."

I gibbered uselessly, shrinking my head into the bath pillow. How could things have gone wrong so quickly? "Please," I gasped. "Please don't do this again, please."

"I'm not going to do anything to you. Liz wants me to take a shower, 'cause apparently I reek."

She sniffed her sweaty armpit and laughed. "Well, she's not wrong. And I'm not gonna hurt you. But since you're in the bath, I'll just have to get clean another way."

I tried to get to my feet so I could step out. It felt so awful exposing myself in front of her, but I'd still take it over another day of humiliation. Before I could fully stand up, though, she took hold of my shoulders and pushed me back down into the soapy water.

"Oh come on, Lauren, you don't need to rush for little old me! Although if you insist on helping, there is one thing you can do."

I sat there, too scared to move. To my shock, Kim nimbly propped one of her thick legs onto the side of the bath. Her foot was bare, and it glistened with sweat.

"Clean my feet."

I gingerly took her foot in my hands, trying not to gag as the cheesy smell greeted me. Her toenails were painted dark purple, but not as dark as the dirty speckles which stuck to her sole. I pulled it towards the water.

"No, no. With your tongue."

I was appalled. "With my-"

"Tongue, yeah. Are you gonna make me ask twice?"

My eyes drifted towards the front door which lay beyond the entrance to the bathroom. If Liz returned she would put a stop to this, maybe forever.

"She won't be coming back for a while," said Kim as if she'd read my mind. "Now stop staring and lick!"

I breathed mindfully through my mouth, only giving myself the air I needed to stay functioning. This was a skill I'd learned the first time she'd farted with my face up her ass. Her feet were vile, but nothing could compare to that level of disgust.

I leaned closer and touched my lips to her big toe. As I pulled them away again, a bit of old fluff stuck to my upper lip. I licked them instinctively, and was horrified when it dropped into my mouth.

"Ugh," I moaned.

She just laughed. "You look so pathetic right now. And I said lick, not kiss."

In truth I'd been trying to build my tolerance up. Her feet had been sweaty for a while, and the sweat had acted like glue to keep the dirt and fluff stuck to them. She was getting angry. I knew I couldn't stall any longer, so I pushed my tongue out and gave her foot a tiny lick.

It tasted like she'd soaked her feet in vinegar, and the aftertaste was even worse. It seemed to actually get stronger the longer I had her sweat in my mouth.

prrrrrp

"Sorry! Stretching my legs always makes me fart. Still, I guess it's a good motivation to get this over with, huh?"

I felt a brief flash of anger, but then an image of her naked, sweaty ass came to mind. However bad this was, things could always be worse.

And it was bad. After I took a second lick, I was disgusted to see a light trail of clear skin where my tongue had touched her. Knowing I had that amount of dirt in my mouth was nauseating.

The next two licks were worse, because it was then her rancid fart finally hit me. Combined with the taste of her chubby foot, it was more than enough to make me retch. I tried to zone out and concentrate on the feeling of the warm water against my skin. This nearly worked, until I took another breath and gagged again.

"I think these could use a little love too." She wiggled her toes, drawing my attention to the flecks of dirt which lay between each one. "Go ahead. Suck 'em."

I swallowed thickly. It was disgusting, but my fear of her outweighed my dignity, and I sucked her toes anyway. By the end of it my mouth tasted like strong, rotten cheese, and her right foot was just as pale and clear as the rest of her.

I looked into her eyes, silently pleading for her to leave and let me bathe in peace. Instead, to my horror, she began to take her shirt off.

"What-"

"Don't worry, I'm not gonna make you lick me again. But I am going to get clean, and you're going to help me."

She didn't stop with her shirt. She stripped off everything: her bra, her skirt, her panties. Once she was naked, she planted a foot between my submerged legs and hoisted herself backwards into the tub. Water spilled everywhere, but that was hardly a primary concern while her naked butt was dropping towards my nose and mouth.

"What are you doing?" I nearly screamed. More water spilled as she lowered herself near my face.

"I'm having a bath. What does it look like?"

Her nasty ass was coming closer. I pulled my head into the bath pillow, but couldn't back away any further without my head going below the water line. Just as I was sure I'd feel Kim's smothering weight on my face any second, she changed course and hovered her ass underwater, just above my throat.

She grunted for a second and ejected a long jet of bubbly fart gas, vibrating the whole bathtub. I felt it hit my neck and ripple the water as the bubbles rose to the surface. When they burst, they released a stink so vile it seemed to smack me in the face.

"Phew! Liz kept saying I smelled, but I didn't believe her 'til now." She surfaced slightly, forcing me to stare at her big, wet ass. Although the sweat was washing off, I could still smell it over her last fart.

It was so uncomfortable in that bath. We were a tangle of arms and legs. Her butt was in my face, and I was afraid that if she sat on me, she'd push me under the water. Instead she squirted a dollop of shower gel into her hand, then reached awkwardly behind and started lathering up her big rear.

"Look on the bright side. After this, you won't even be able to smell my ass!"

I doubted that. Her last fart hung heavily in the humid air, making me feel physically sick. It still stank when she took the shower gel and trailed it down her back, letting it drip right between her cheeks. She spread them, and I retched again - partly because of the remaining fart gas, and partly at the sight of her soap-covered asshole.

"What are you gagging for? I'm finally getting clean!" she protested. "Maybe my butt still isn't sparkling enough for you."

She raised the gel and squeezed the nozzle above my head. I had to close my eyes and mouth as the trail of soap hit the bridge of my nose. She kept drizzling it, and soon my whole face was covered in a thick layer of the stuff. My eyes stung. I couldn't see, or speak, or breathe through my mouth without it getting in. The one silver lining was that the smell of the soap broke up the stink of her earlier fart, but without being able to open my mouth, I was still forced to sniff it.

Suddenly, I felt the weight of her ass on my face. It didn't push me underwater, but it did knock me flat against the bath pillow and force foam up my nose. I could barely breathe. I fought her, but there was nothing I could do. Her ass squeaked with soap as she rubbed it into my face.

It was then that she let off a massive, booming fart with my nose against her soapy asshole. I felt her wet cheeks flutter as it came out, squelching against the soap. It wasn't long before I had to sniff it, and this time, the shower gel near my nostrils did nothing to lessen the rancid stink. I couldn't even gag because of the gel over my mouth.

"Hope you liked that. Another one's coming, and this one's gonna burn." I panicked. I'd been around Kim long enough to know that meant she had an SBD lined up. Her previous farts were bad, but if she let one of those monsters rip, I didn't know if I'd survive.

Before I could prepare properly, a foul hiss of white-hot gas whispered out from between those cheeks. A few seconds later I took a small, desperate sniff... and screamed. Nothing compared to this one: not yesterday, not on that first dreadful night, not ever. Shower gel leaked into my mouth, but in comparison with that stink, the taste of soap barely even registered. I screeched and flailed my arms around her body, trying to get enough leverage to push her off.

Eventually my hands found her soapy ass cheeks, and in an act of pure panic I pushed against them, spreading them to the sides. She didn't budge at all. She just laughed. As I struggled, she lowered herself and sat on my head once more. The smell was so bad I actually welcomed not being able to breathe under her fat, soapy ass.

"I hope you're comfortable down there. We'll be here a while."

She gyrated her butt around my face much as she did yesterday. The only difference was she was covered in soap, and the smell was even worse. I took snatches of breath where I could, each one making me gag and groan as I tried in vain to lift her. It was pointless. I started holding my breath.

Each time my nose slid around her asshole, the soap made a small squeak as it went in a little. I retched every time this happened. Clean or not, her naked asshole was disgusting. When she realised what was happening, she giggled at the sensation of my nose slipping into her ass.

"This is so fucked up," she said, mirroring my thoughts exactly. She backed up onto my head, touching my nose with her asshole. Then, she spread her cheeks and let herself fall against it.

I cried out in pain. It wasn't just because of the crushing weight of her ass. It was because I finally had to breathe again, and the stink of her fart had not dissipated even a little. Her cheeks closed around my face, burying me, and I was glad because it meant I didn't have to sniff that awful stink any more.

Her asshole pulsed against my face. I was scared she was going to fart again, but instead she was trying to force the tip of my nose into her ass. She rubbed her asshole up and down, trying to find the angle that would let it slip the furthest in when she twitched it. I was getting goosebumps because of how disgusted I was. It was obscene.

After what felt like forever, she bounced her ass one final time and got to her feet. "Get out so I can finish up."

I didn't need telling twice. I climbed out of the bath and ran naked from the room, leaving my clothes on the slippery floor which was now soaked with spilled water. I grabbed some underwear from my bedroom and pulled it on my wet body. Then I moved to the kitchen sink and scrubbed my face raw.

Kim came out of the bathroom ten minutes later. I went in to get a wash of my own, even though the room still stank of Kim's stale fart gas.

As I sank into my fourth bath in two days, I forced myself to accept the fact that nowhere was completely safe. I couldn't take it anymore: there had to be someone who could put an end to this. But who would believe me? Even if I managed to convince someone, all Kim would have to do is release the video of me begging for a fart to the face. I'd look like a freak, and she'd be off the hook.

The doorbell rang, and Kim answered. "Hey, Liz!" came Kim's voice from the hall. "Lauren's having a bath, so don't disturb her. The lock's broken."

"Don't worry, I won't."

Kim's voice dropped, and I had to listen carefully to what she said next. "She's kinda absent-minded. Forgot it was running and nearly flooded the place!"

"Heh. Want to watch some Netflix?"

"Sure, babe." I heard the sound of her bedroom door closing. At least she wouldn't attack me again tonight.

Probably.

The sound of a huge, wet fart echoed from the other room as a reminder of what would happen if I didn't get things sorted. "You pig!" Liz laughed.

PART 5


When my alarm rang the next morning, I woke in a sweat. I'd been having a nightmare about Kim's ass. If dreams are supposed to help you work through your problems, this one had utterly failed: I was no closer to escaping her smelly tortures than the first time she'd attacked me.

Liz was already on our doorstep saying goodbye to Kim. It'd only been half a day since Kim had forced my face up her naked, gassy rear while I was in the bath. Back then it had seemed obvious that she was trying to avoid being caught by her long-distance girlfriend. Liz's presence was the only thing keeping her under control. The moment she left the flat, I'd be in real danger.

"Hey Lauren," said Liz, surprising me. "Can I talk to you out here for a sec?"

"Uh, sure." What was this about? I followed her out into the hallway, avoiding a subtle glare from Kim. She closed the door behind us.

Once we were alone, Liz said, "I know what's going on."

When I heard her say that, my mouth went dry. My brain ran amok with questions. Did she know it was revenge? Did she know about the tape? Was she going to torture me, too?

She looked at me with sympathy. "I'm not supposed to tell you, but Kim talked about it last night and I just had to say something."

I glanced at the door to our apartment. Kim would be on the other side, probably listening to every word we spoke.

"It's depression, isn't it?"

My heart dropped. "Sorry?"

"The reason you're... well... I just wanted to say I know what that feels like. I had it as a teenager. It's a cliche but it does get better, really."

I forced a smile. "Thanks, Liz."

"If you need help, you talk to Kim, yeah? She's good with this stuff."

I snorted, but was able to turn it into a believable cough. "Sure."

"I've got to go now. My train's coming in twenty minutes. I'll be back next week."

Next week? I dreaded to think how many incidents might happen between now and then. She must've seen the look on my face because she hugged me gently, then made her way to the lifts.

I didn't want to go back into that flat, but I couldn't stay out here all day either. I snuck back inside, scared Kim was waiting to ambush me again. Instead she was in the kitchen making beans on toast. Four slices.

"You want some?" she asked.

"No thanks," I replied miserably.

"Dude, I've made four pieces of toast and an omelette. That's too much even for me. If you don't help polish it off, it'll just make me gassy later on."

I retched at the implied punishment. I realised now why she didn't ambush me when I walked through the door. She didn't need to. Her threatening was more than enough.

"Fine," I said, and took a seat at the table.

She continued cooking breakfast, humming to herself as she worked. When she finished, she piled all the toast on a single plate and pulled up a chair next to me, close enough for her butt to press into mine. She stuffed a forkful of beans in her mouth.

"Where's mine?" I asked stupidly.

She responded with a loud, wet fart. I tried to ignore it, but it really stank. It was as if the beans had already started pummeling her stomach. A moment later she stood up and pulled the back of her jeans down to let more of the gas escape. I tensed myself, ready to run.

She reached around her ass crack as if feeling for something, really digging in there. I tried to look away but couldn't.

"Here it is!" she said finally, withdrawing a piece of soggy, sweat-soaked omelette from inside her panties. My jaw dropped as she plopped it on the table in front of me.

"Liz' leftovers. They're a little eggy, but that shouldn't be a problem. After all, you've been getting on great with her, haven't you?"

I felt a hot stab of anger. This was too far. I might have been terrified of Kim, but I had limits.

"No," I said simply. There was no way I was eating that... thing. I was getting ill just looking at the morsel, drenched in ass sweat and God only knows what else.

She smiled. "I thought you might be like this. Say, Lauren, have you ever heard of force-feeding? Apparently it's agony."

She suddenly lunged and tried to grab me. I was faster. I stood up and threw the kitchen chair towards her before making a desperate run towards the apartment door. She was a couple of steps behind me, but if I could pull it open-

"Shit!" I hissed as Kim's big, strong arm wrapped around my neck. She wrestled me to the carpet with disturbing ease, and within seconds I was lying on my back while she sat on my stomach, pinning me down under her weight. The fistful of omelette was clasped in her hand. I wanted so badly to scream, but if I opened my mouth, she'd be able to thrust it in.

"I'll give you one chance," she grinned. "Eat it, or I'll make you."

I knew she could, too. All she'd have to do is hold my nose and my mouth would drop open. If she stuffed it in, I would vomit, but if I ate it voluntarily, there was a chance I could keep it down. I nodded and she released an arm from the pin, handing me the eggy scrap.

Although Liz had eaten all but a couple of bites, what remained was disgusting. It shimmered with something that looked like grease but was more likely Kim's sweat. I caught a whiff of her last wet fart, and I wasn't sure if it was coming from the room, or the omelette.

Am I really going to do this? I asked myself, but I had no choice. It was either this or have Kim choke me with it. I steeled myself, held my breath, and pushed it in my mouth.

When Kim had farted on me before, I sometimes thought I could taste them. Now, I realised that was a brutal exaggeration. That wasn't tasting her nasty farts... but this was.

I cringed as the taste of rotten eggs and salty sweat hit my tongue. I'd hoped to swallow it right away, but as it broke down, each chew made it clearer it wasn't going to go easily. Every movement of the thing built up the awful, sulfuric taste. It felt like something was being forced up my throat with each reluctant chomp. Finally, I managed to chew it enough to let the eggy remnants slide down.

I'd eaten the piece of omelette, but keeping it down was another matter. Kim looked at me expectantly. Would she punish me if I threw up here? Probably.

"Well done," she said, releasing me from the pin. I ran to the toilet, gagging all the way.

This had to end. One way or another, this had to end.

That day's lectures were hell. I must've looked awful because people kept asking me if I was alright. What was I supposed to tell them? That my roommate was torturing me with her gas? That's she'd made me eat a leftover scrap of omelette soaked in her rancid sweat? It sounded ridiculous, but silly torture was still torture.

I went over my options as I walked the streets. Dropping out was a last resort, and it would end with my dreams in tatters. More than that, it would mean she'd won. I couldn't bear the thought of putting my life on hold for her sake, but if things kept going on like this, I might have to go through with it.

I stayed outside until night fell and I had to go back. I unlocked the door to our apartment and snuck inside.

Kim was in her room. She wasn't snoring, either. I rapped gently on her door.

"Come in!" she called cheerfully.

I pushed the door open, but didn't go in. She was sat at her computer writing an essay. Her long black hair flowed gracefully down her back.

"How can I stop this?" I asked.

She swiveled around in the chair, making me flinch. "Stop what?"

"This! You, torturing me!"

"Well, you could start by apologising."

I had to stop myself scoffing. Me, apologise? But once again, my fear of her was greater than my pride. If there was the smallest chance this would end her abuse, I absolutely had to take it.

"Kim," I began. "I am so sorry for the way I treated you in college. It was stupid. I was stupid. I was young and cruel and a fucking idiot, and I know that's no excuse. I only hope you can forgive me."

A tear trickled down my cheek. I wasn't crying out of sorrow but sheer, outraged fear. This was it. She was going to shoot me down, and I would have to live with her torture forever.

"Okay! Apology accepted."

"What?"

"That was all I wanted. I shouldn't have had to do all this, but you seem sincere, so I guess I can forget about it."

I looked at her pathetically. "Thank you, Kim."

"Don't mention it."

I nodded and started to walk away. However, I had barely taken a step when she said, "Where are you going?"

"Uh, to bed." My heart skipped a beat.

"I've got something for you. A little present for being such a good sport."

I didn't try to run again. How could I? There was nowhere to go.

Kim stepped over to her cupboard and pulled out a large, thick sleeping bag which had clearly seen better days. There were holes in it, and foam filling leaked out of the sides.

She tossed it down on her bedroom carpet. "Get in," she said.

"Wh-why?" Shit, was that a stutter? I hadn't stuttered in years.

"Because it's the only way I'll leave you alone. You spend a night in the bag, and I'll never bother you again."

I looked her in the eyes. Playful Kim was gone, replaced with Stern Kim. I knew if I stalled any longer, she'd transform into Gassy, Angry Kim.

The worst part was how badly I wanted to believe her. At the very least it gave me hope she'd let me go. So I crawled towards the sleeping bag, and as I turned around, she grabbed my arms and made me jump. I felt something cold clasp around my wrists. That was when I realised she'd cuffed me.

"Kim-"

"Complements of Liz," she said. The idea of her binding me with something she'd used for her sex life turned my stomach, but I could never argue with her. She had ways of making me feel even more disgusted.

I shuffled myself awkwardly into the bag. It smelled of Kim's body odour. I winced as I realised what this meant - that I'd spent enough time in her ass to recognise her sweat from a single sniff.

"Damn you look comfy down there," she said.

My arms were shackled, the inside of the bag fucking stank, and her naked feet were planted right in front of my face. If this was comfort, I'd hate to see the alternative.

"You know what? I think I might join you."

With horror, I saw her skirt and panties drop round her ankles. I didn't bother protesting, even as she knelt down with her ass in front of my face. She moved back a little, crawling backwards towards me and the top of the bag. I pulled my body further in, hoping to avoid her, but it wasn't long before she had her legs wrapped around me and was laying there with her pale butt blocking the opening.

"Sleep tight, Lauren!" She laughed evilly, sealing me in.

I shuddered. I'd never been claustrophobic, but being stuck at the bottom of a dark, tight sleeping bag with another woman's ass in my face still made me panic. The canvas stopped me from moving more than a few inches, and the smell was dire: a disgusting mix of sweat, feet, and sour BO. I would have screamed were it not for the fact I'd survived worse humiliations by now. If I was going to make it through, I'd just have to get used to it.

Some time later my eyes adjusted. I was trying not to look at Kim's sweaty ass or her thick, jiggly thighs, but there was nothing else to see. The only other things were some tears in the canvas which let in light from the outside world, and this was fortunate because without them, it'd be almost impossible to breathe.

At least it would be over after tonight.

Wouldn't it?

The minutes dragged. I kept expecting Kim to start snoring like she always did, but she was staying awake. She stretched a leg out onto my stomach, getting comfortable at my expense, then tensed her butt and let out a hot, beany fart.

"Guh!" I cried as some of it blew in my mouth. She giggled.

The smell and taste were bad before, but now they were fucking unbearable. Each whiff was like being punched in the throat. I couldn't even wait it out because there was nowhere for her gas to go.

Kim's phone rang while I was choking on the first fart of the night. "Hey, Liz," she said sleepily.

I groaned into her butt. The smell was still rancid, and though I was sorely tempted to shout to Liz, I didn't. Was that because I didn't want to break our deal, or was I just a coward?

"Don't worry babe, you've not woken me up."

I listened carefully while breathing shallow, smelly breaths. Maybe if Liz was coming back up to see her then Kim would release me from this prison. It was a long shot, but I could still hope.

"What? Why?" She sounded disappointed.

"Okay. See you then," she said, and ended the call. "Turns out Liz isn't coming up next week after all."

I moaned below her ass: partly because of the news, but mostly because of the atrocious smell.

"Still, look on the bright side. You get to spend more time with me! Right? Lauren?"

I choked. Was she expecting me to talk while I was trapped in this world of stink?

"By the way, I'm still gonna let you go. I just need one last night with you. Be a shame to let those beans go to waste."

She wriggled in the sleeping bag, pulling me closer and closer to her all-consuming ass. I struggled to make room, but my hands were still cuffed. The bag twisted, taking up what little space I had left, and pretty soon I was staring right at her cheeks with my head trapped against the canvas.

Please don't fart again, I prayed, and thankfully she didn't. However, what she said next was almost as bad.

"I know we've got lectures tomorrow, but I think we both deserve a lay in. Don't you?"

"No, please..."

"See you tomorrow afternoon." She yawned, stretched her legs, and started snoring almost immediately.

Eleven and a half hours.

That was how long she had me in there for. I know this because it was ten o' clock when I came in, and by the time I emerged bleary-eyed and shaking, the first lectures had already started. It was by far the worst night of my life. How could it not be, when for most of it my mouth was pressed into her ass crack?

At first, there was a part of me that didn't grasp how long I'd be stuck in that hell. I was living second to second, with no distractions other than the holes in the sleeping bag, the rise and fall of my stomach, and the evil stink of her sweat. Finally, it sank in. I'd be spending half a day here. Her previous attacks had been bad, but I don't think any of them had lasted longer than twenty minutes. This time I was trapped all night.

Sleeping was impossible. Her bare butt was right in front of me, and any moment she could let off more gas. The first time I managed to doze, I woke to a spicy, bean-powered fart right in my open mouth. I gagged and spluttered while she giggled from up above, just like she had the last time she'd farted, or the time before that. It was truly horrible.

When it finally dissipated she turned over, tangling herself in the bag, and I was pulled even closer to her ass. My lips were touching her butt cheek. I was seriously worried that I'd stop breathing if she came any closer, and when I tried to get her attention, she mumbled something about me being an "ass kisser" before blasting another silent, scalding fart right into my face.

That was the worst one. The others were awful, but this was repulsive; a dreadful corroding taste of sour metal. It burned as it went in. I tried to lift my head from her ass, but the canvas surrounded me tightly. I wept.

She eventually shifted so her butt was pointing upwards, and I was nose-deep in her wide, smelly crack. If I struggled hard, I could pull my head clear an inch before the pressure forced me back down again. A horrid thought crept into my mind. What if she moved in such a way that I literally couldn't breathe? Could I suffocate down here? She had started to snore again, and while I didn't want to risk pissing her off, my air was more important. Wake her up, my thoughts gibbered, or you might not get out of this.

"Urgh!" I screamed in panic as she turned again. Oh, Jesus, my lip was touching her asshole.

Her big butt jostled against me. "What's wrong? Want me to give you some air?"

I'd been her victim enough times to know what that meant. "Npph-"

pbbrrrrrrt

A foul raspberry of a fart blew from her ass, singeing the tip of my nose and blowing back some strands of hair. To a normal person, a smell like that would make them gag. I was just glad it wasn't one of her really bad ones. I sucked in the cheesy, rotten scent with a pathetic gratitude.

"Kiss my ass."

"Mmph?"

"Kiss my ass, or the deal's off."

She was moving the goalposts, but if I didn't do what she wanted, all of my suffering so far would be for naught. With my face buried in her sweaty buttocks, the only part of it I could kiss was inside the crack.

It was disgusting. It was degrading. But I did it anyway.

"Keep going."

I planted kisses everywhere I could reach. My lips soon tired, and so I ended up kissing the same spot over and over.

This continued for God only knows how long. I was scared to stop if she didn't ask me to.

After a while, she started snoring again, and I greyed out.

We were halfway through the night.

I lost count of how many times Kim farted while I was in the bottom of that sleeping bag.

I wasn't in a fit state to keep track. I was either holding my breath, semi-dozing, or nearly unconscious at any given moment.

After an eternity I saw morning light through a hole in the canvas and Kim shuffled her way out and my heart leapt. The room was filled with sunlight. I stretched the best I could with my hands cuffed, wincing as cramp shot through my entire body. Fresh, sweet air flowed in from the top of the bag, which for the first time was not blocked by Kim's pale butt. This was it. I was free.

"I'm going to use the toilet now," she said. "I'll be back in a moment. Try anything, and the deal's off."

And I very nearly screamed.

When she came back, she slid her legs into the bottom of the bag and pushed her ass onto my face without a word. My brief moment of freedom was gone, and now that the air from the outside world was blocked, I'd have to get used to the stink of the sweaty sleeping bag all over again.

I badly needed the toilet too, but I was scared to ask. There was no way I was risking another fart to the face.

It probably took at least a couple more hours for her to finally let me out. I didn't celebrate or stretch this time. I was too exhausted to feel anything but tired relief. I wriggled out of the bag, marvelling at just how big the room seemed now I'd left that smelly coccoon.

She stood at the doorway. I was suddenly scared she'd say something like, Got you! I'll never stop torturing you with my farts! I had you spend the entire night in my ass for nothing! But she didn't. She put her hands on my shoulders, turned me round, and unlocked the cuffs.

"Kim, can I please go through? I need to use the bathroom."

"Well, why didn't you say?" she smiled, stepping aside.

I made a mad dash for the toilet, barely registering the pain of my cramped arms and legs over this wonderful, new-found sense of freedom. There was no reason to think she'd go back on her word.

What if she does? my mind whispered.

If she did... well, I'd cross that bridge when I came to it. For now, all I wanted to do was try and recover.

PART 6


I didn't go to classes at all that day. I wasn't up to anything more than a soapy bath and a lounge in bed. Every time I dozed I was afraid I'd wake up with Kim's naked ass in my face, and was almost surprised when she left me alone.

The night came and went. As the week passed, I became more confident she'd be true to her word. I stayed out of her way as much as possible, and she stayed out of mine. She was hardly annoying me anymore. Most of the time she was shut in her bedroom, working on assignments.

The entrance to her room still smelled sweaty, and most days she'd fart around me. But it was nothing I couldn't deal with.

That all changed at the weekend. I was eating cornflakes with Kim sitting on the other side of the table, playing with her phone. Suddenly, she slid her chair back and pointed her butt towards me.

"Kiss my ass," she said.

Dread swept over me like a wave. "What?"

"Kiss. My. Ass."

I began to tremble in horror. Of course, of fucking course she hadn't meant it, I'd just been desperate and naive and foolish enough to think underneath the torture, she was still an honest person. There was no honour among people like her.

"You promised." It was all I could say.

"Technically, I promised not to attack you. And I won't! Nothing bad will happen if you don't kiss my big ass. But then I'd have to release this."

She showed me a video thumbnail on her phone. Not a video, the video. The one where she made me beg her to fart on me.

"I-It wasn't... that wasn't..."

"The deal was that I wouldn't torture you. We didn't say anything about blackmail."

My body acted before I did. I scraped my chair backwards and stood up. Then, I trudged like a zombie to her side of the table and knelt.

She pulled her jeans down. She was going commando again. I held my breath, moved in, and kissed her right butt cheek. It was disturbing how I'd gotten used to the feel of her skin on my lips.

"No, no. In the crack."

For a moment I paused. But then everything she'd done to me played before my eyes like a film reel. This was a woman who'd suffocated me in her bare ass, sat on me after not washing for a week, and let off more farts than I could count. Making me kiss her there was fucking small fry compared to what she could do.

I forced my face into her naked butt and gave it a peck. She chuckled as my mouth touched her crack. And then-

PHAAAART

-she flexed her asshole and farted on my lips.

I was already feeling sick, but the sensation of hot air battering my face immediately made me retch. While I was gagging, some of it blew onto my tongue, leaving an unspeakably vile taste behind. It tasted like sucking the inside of a rotten egg.

"Ag!" I shouted as the gas hit the back of my throat. "Ag... ACK!"

"Dude, how could you have not seen that coming?" she laughed as I ran to the bathroom. It was all just a big joke to her.

I didn't vomit, but it was touch-and-go for a few minutes. I caught sight of the bath and thought again about the shit she'd done and I fucking swore that someday I'd pay her back. I was no less scared of her, but after a week without any incidents, I was at least able to feel anger again.

The next four days were hell. She didn't attack me, but she held that footage over me like it could make me do anything. She was mostly right. There were very few ways I wouldn't degrade myself to keep that awful video off the internet. So I kissed her ass, and sniffed her farts, and did every fucked up thing she wanted me to.

Without her actually ambushing me, I was able to finally study. I'd bring my laptop onto campus and work in the library until night fell. I couldn't stay outside all night, though, and when the buildings closed I always had to go back.

That Friday it was the same deal. I woke up, had a quick breakfast, then went outside for another day of classes. It was that night things got really bad.

I went back to find the apartment was a complete dump. Drawers were strewn across the kitchen floor, and every cupboard door was hanging open. My first thought was that there'd been a break-in.

Kim was in my bedroom, tossing clothes out of the dresser. "Hey!" I shouted.

She turned her head, and I saw just how angry she was. Not just angry: enraged. She stomped over to me like a bull.

"Where is it?" she growled.

I backed away from her, terrified. "What?"

She grabbed me by the shoulders. "You took it, didn't you? How did you even know?" She marched over and threw me onto the bed, where I bounced limply on the mattress. I flung my arms up and cried.

"What are y-y-you-"

"Shut up!" she yelled. "I'll give you one chance to tell me. Where... the fuck... is it?"

"I really don't know w-what you mean," I pleaded. My stutter was coming back at the worst possible time.

Kim scowled down at me. Her gaze wandered like she was thinking something over, and then her lips twisted into a sinister smile.

"You know I can make you tell me."

I looked up at her, horrified by the murder in her eyes. I didn't know what to do. It was all happening so fast.

She hooked her thumbs into her skirt and pulled it down to reveal some worn grey panties. Then she turned around and took those off too, mooning me with her massive, wobbling ass.

"Kim, p-p-please. I swear I didn't do anything."

"Sure you didn't. And I'm not gonna do this."

She didn't lower herself onto my face. She leapt backwards onto me. I scooted back, but it was already too late. She slammed down heavily on my stomach, her bare ass knocking the air out of my lungs.

"You ready to talk?"

Even if I knew something, I couldn't speak. I just wheezed.

"Fine. Looks like we're going to have to do things the fun way."

She shuffled her butt up my body, past my breasts and over my shoulders, until it was staring me in the face. I flung up my arms to hold her off as she dropped herself down. Her ass landed on my hands, the crack no more than a foot away from my nose.

"Please," I said as I tried to push her off. I could feel her warm sweat on my palms. Her cheeks spread slightly and I had to be careful not to lose my grip because the moment I did, I'd be buried alive in there.

"Oh my God, you're so pathetic," she said, regaining some of her twisted humour. She put more and more weight onto my hands, and as she did, her nasty cheeks spread all the way. I could see her dark asshole hovering in front of me. The sight gave me an extra burst of strength, and I lifted as hard as I could.

I pushed and panted and grit my teeth. It just wasn't enough. Her butt loomed closer to me, and soon I felt my nose slipping between those cheeks. She was coming in fast.

Just as I was about to lose my strength completely, she let loose a huge, meaty fart that burned my eyes as it hit me. I managed to close my lips in time, but this action made me lose my grip on her sweaty ass, which soon slammed down onto my face. Her cheeks closed around the sides of my head, sealing in the hot, foul air. I couldn't see anything.

I sniffed to check I could breathe, and instantly regretted it. While my nose and mouth weren't in an airtight seal, they were still pressed against her asshole which was ripe with her fart. It smelled like death.

"Maybe I should just keep sitting on you 'til you talk."

I shook my head under her ass. She must not have bathed at all these past four days, because the inside of her butt was greasy with sweat. She leaned to one side, giving me a breath of fresh air, but I knew better than to inhale. At that moment, she let off another booming fart.

I was running out of oxygen, and my mouth was pressed against her ass crack. I'd have to sniff soon.

"Where is it?" Kim said.

My lungs were empty. I inhaled through my nose and shot it back out again. Her last fart was awful: creamy and eggy all at once. If I'd known the answer, I would have told her everything after that monstrosity.

She sat up to let me reply. "I swear I don't-mmph!"

"So this is how you think you're gonna get back at me. I've been going too easy on you. Maybe it's time I did something really gross."

I shivered. What did she mean by that? If this wasn't torture, what was?

"Kim, I d-don't know, I fucking swear."

She paused, sinking into deep thought. "If that's true," she said, "if you really don't know where it is... then I guess you're gonna be here a while."

What I did next was stupid, but it was also the only thing I could think of. Kim would have no qualms about torturing me for hours if she thought it was necessary. There was only one way out. I would have to fight.

Before she could seal me back in her ass, I reached up and shoved her cheek as hard as I could. She wasn't expecting this, and toppled back onto the mattress as I jumped up and ran for my life.

"HELP!" I screamed. "HEEEEELP!"

There wasn't a plan. I was running purely on instinct and desperation. I sprinted as fast as I could through the apartment, screaming and shouting bloody murder, and then I heard footsteps behind me and she was sprinting too. She started slow, but as I cut through the living room I saw she had put her panties on and was charging relentlessly towards me.

"Help me! She's going to-oof!" I wheezed as Kim barreled into my chest.

"You little bitch," she hissed, pinning me once again. I was too winded to make another scream. She fumbled awkwardly around her waist, and I realised with dread she was taking her panties off.

"Help," I breathed. It was all the noise I could make. Pain rose in my stomach as she showed me the grey cotton panties balled up in her hand. They were worn and marked with sweat. She must have gone days without washing them. I noticed something odd about the colour, and then realised something awful. The panties weren't grey at all. They were supposed to be white.

"Open up," she said, thrusting them near my mouth. I clamped my lips shut in a futile attempt to resist her. The sweaty, musky smell of her underwear was so strong that I had to stop myself opening it to retch. This was fucking sick. She was crazy.

She pinched my nose shut with her other hand, and when my mouth dropped open, she stuffed the rotten underwear in past my teeth. I yelled but hardly any noise escaped. I gagged, but of course I couldn't be sick because it might make me choke. Her panties tasted horrible. They were so worn that bits of cotton fell off and stuck to my tongue.

I'd been so busy trying to breathe through my nose that I didn't even react when she ripped one on my stomach. Until the smell hit, and when it did, the garbage-smelling gas made me stop breathing altogether. She turned around, forcing me into her naked ass, then propped her feet behind my head so she could rub her asshole on my face.

This was too much. The smell combined with the cotton in my mouth made it feel like I was chewing something unspeakable. I thought of Kim when she was handcuffed in that stupid video with Courtney's old socks in her mouth. Was this how she'd felt?

"Tell me," Kim said from up above, "or I'll keep farting until you do."

I didn't reply. I couldn't. My tongue was pressed at the bottom of my mouth, and her dirty panties were packed in so deep they nearly went past my wisdom teeth. I couldn't spit them out again because her massive ass was in the way.

I won't vomit, I told myself. I won't vomit, won't vomit, won't-

BRRUMP

She let off a loud, smelly one. I had no choice but to suck it through my nose straight from the source. It was beyond horrid. If I wasn't able to vomit, couldn't my body at least let me pass out?

After taking in that monster, I held my breath as long as I could. One more whiff and I'd be sick. I couldn't hold it forever, though, and when the time came to breathe in I realised her ass was stopping me. I struggled against her. Kim's torture had left me so weak.

"What's the matter? You want air?" she asked mockingly.

I nodded into her sweaty butt. I needed oxygen so badly I didn't even care if it made me feel ill.

"Well, go on then!" And to my surprise, she released me.

As I raced to the bathroom, my one saving grace was that I'd been eating much less. Kim's farts, it turned out, were an excellent appetite suppressant. I bent over the toilet and let the panties fall into the bowl and retched until my whole body was jerking. Kim stood half-naked in the doorway, watching me.

"Goddamnit, you just ruined my best pair of panties."

Those were her best pair? I gagged again, spitting the remaining bits of worn cotton out of my mouth. I stayed there spluttering for a few moments, and when I was done, I turned around to leave. Kim was blocking the doorway.

"So, ready to talk now?"

I stared into her eyes. This could be my last opportunity to convince her.

"Kim," I said, being careful not to stammer. "I swear to God I don't know what you mean. If I did, I'd tell you."

For a second, she looked like she believed me. Then she said, "Fine. Guess I'm going to have to dial it up a notch."

I was so exhausted I didn't even fight. She easily wrestled me to the bathroom floor, pinned me and sat on my face. The hard floor pressed on the back of my head.

"I'm so fucking sick of doing this. Tell me where it is, or you'll regret it forever."

I began to protest. This was a massive mistake, because at that moment she dropped her hips and sat heavily on my mouth. I tried to close it, but my jaw was being held open by the curvature of her bare ass.

When I realised what had just happened, I screamed in horror. All that came out was a deep raspberry as my lips vibrated against her ass crack.

"Well, this is awkward," she said. "I was going to fart in your face, but I'm not sure I can in this position."

I felt faint. I prayed to every God I knew that she wasn't about to do what I thought she was.

"Please," I tried to say.

"You're right. Maybe I shouldn't do it on your face. Maybe I should rip one in your mouth instead."

I wanted to think she was just threatening me, but it was getting harder to accept that. There seemed to be no lengths Kim wouldn't go to. I managed to get out a final, desperate plea that I didn't know anything.

"Don't worry," Kim replied. "In a few seconds, I'll believe you."

I felt her asshole tense up over my lips. Oh, God. She was doing it. She was actually doing it.

prrraaaarppp

It started as a slow, rancid jet of air hitting my tonsils. Then it spread: the sour flavour marking my tongue and making my cheeks puff out to near-bursting. The taste took a few seconds to hit me, probably because it was too awful for my brain to even comprehend, and when it did, the bitter gas bomb nearly knocked me unconscious. I thought she'd shift soon to let me flush it out again. She never did. No matter how hard I wriggled, she wouldn't budge.

Her ankles were locking my head in place, stopping me from breaking the seal. I hacked and coughed and I fucking felt some of her gas flow down my throat when I did. As long as I live, I will never, ever forget that feeling of having her fart enter my gut. It made me want to puke.

She kept sitting on my mouth, and I realised something terrible: if I wanted this to end, I'd have to open my throat. I forced myself to swallow, choking it down like I did when she'd force-fed me, and as it went down it physically hurt my stomach. My eyes filled with tears, my body began to lurch, and I knew right then that I could never, ever let anything like this happen again.

"Fuck," I heard her say. "I guess you really are innocent."

And that was when I greyed out again.

PART 7


When I came to, I was lying on the bathroom floor. I hadn't fallen unconscious, but judging by how groggy I felt, it had been a close call.

My head pounded. My stomach hurt from retching. And my mouth... the less said about that, the better.

I tried to get to my feet. Every muscle trembled. My smartwatch lit up; according to that, it was eleven PM. This made no sense, because I'd only come in at ten and I could swear to God her torture lasted all night.

She was snoring in her bedroom, which meant I was probably safe. It was a hard blessing to appreciate considering she'd farted in my mouth minutes ago. I winced, tasting the atrocious flavour it had left.

Somehow, I staggered into the kitchen and drank some juice. I expected it to break up the taste of her gas, but it hardly made a dent. I washed my face in the sink and went back to bed, curling into a ball under the duvet, trying to get to sleep although I knew full well I'd be awake until morning.

It was obvious now that I couldn't trust her to leave me alone. She'd tried to make me tell her something I didn't know, and as a result, I'd ended up under her sweaty, gassy ass while she interrogated me. How long before she worsened her torments even more? I shuddered to think what that might look like.

Dawn came. I heard Kim getting up and pulled the blankets over my head as if that would protect me. She got ready and cooked breakfast and then, she went to the hallway and opened my door.

"I know you're awake." My hands shook, and my gut lurched as if preparing for another torture session. The pit in my stomach was growing. Any minute now I'd hear her stomp over and feel her ass on my face and there would be no escape.

"Fine, if you're not going to talk, I will. I found what I was looking for. I shouldn't have done that stuff last night. You really were telling the truth."

Jesus, she sounded almost apologetic. What was wrong with her? Was she trying to brainwash me? This was some Stockholm Syndrome-level shit.

"Our deal's still on. I won't hurt you so long as you don't hurt me." I somehow doubted that, but wasn't in a position to argue. "I need you to understand why I'm the way I am. I'll see you after breakfast."

A chill went down my spine. I didn't know what ridiculous mind game she was playing, and I was definitely in no hurry to find out.

Kim had cooked a big breakfast, and this time, I didn't think she'd done anything disgusting to the food. There was a big plate of pastries which she shared with me. I didn't feel like eating, especially not something she'd made, but I had to.

When we were done, she stood up and gestured at me to follow her. She led me into her bedroom, and as I entered and the smell of her sweat hit me, I felt like I was being marched to the gallows. The last time I was in here I'd spent the night in the bottom of an old sleeping bag while she repeatedly farted in my face. I wasn't about to let my guard down again.

"Here it is," she said, brandishing a green memory stick. "I thought you'd taken it, but I'd just lost track. I've been doing that a lot recently."

She plugged it into her computer and sat down. A window appeared on the desktop filled with video thumbnails. She clicked a button marked Play All.

"Kim, what is this?"

She smiled and said, "You'll see."

The first video began with a shaky shot of a front garden. I couldn't make out what was going on. Then Jackie's face came into view. "We ready, Kath?"

"Ready. Have you got the stuff, Courtney?"

"Sure."

Those were the voices of the three college students I used to hang around with. Hearing them made me feel happy and sad at the same time. I hadn't had a single friend these past few weeks.

"She's in here," Kath said. Kath looked to be doing the filming, because only Courtney and Jackie were visible. They were at the door to someone's house.

There was a blur of movement as the three of them went inside. They weaved through into a living room and the video focused on the sofa to reveal... Kim? Her face was out of focus, but that was unmistakably Kim. She was laying down with cord nearly mummifying her entire body. It criss-crossed around her torso, making it almost impossible for her to move.

The camera got closer to reveal a wad of sweat-soaked cotton in her mouth. I guessed it was another pair of dirty socks. What really caught my attention, though, was her eyes. They weren't pleading any more. They were angry.

"Damn Kath, you are evil," Courtney said. There was a bit of uneasiness in there, which rang pretty hollow once I remembered they'd done the same thing to her in the college common room.

"We're fucked if we don't get this sorted." Kath's voice brooked no argument. She walked over to Kim. "Okay Fartface, this is how things are gonna go. My mates are going to mess you up, and if you don't drop the charges, we'll be back. Understand?"

Kim glared at her with silent hatred. If looks could kill, the three of them would already be dead.

"Jackie, put her on the floor. Teach this bitch a lesson."

Jackie took a hold of Kim's hips and hoisted her over. She was bound so tightly she couldn't move her arms, and simply rolled straight on to the floor, where she fell with a bang.

There was a cracking sound, and I wondered if the fall had broken her nose, but it hadn't. As Kath's camera panned down I saw Kim was wriggling face-down like an insect on the carpet, moaning and writhing with pain.

"Courtney, do that thing we talked about."

Courtney stripped her jeans and panties off, revealing her huge white butt for the camera. She lay down in front of the sofa with her ass pointing up. "This good?"

"Yeah. Jackie, get her face in Courtney's ass."

Kim squealed angrily into the gag. Her foot beat against the ground. It seemed to be the only part of her body she could move.

Jackie took her under her arms, lifted her up, and dragged her wriggling body towards Courtney's rear. Soon, Kim's face was being held a few inches above Courtney's massive ass. "Remember when we gave you that swirly a few months ago?" Kath said. "This is just like that. Take a big, deep breath... and hold it."

And then, to my disgust, Jackie smashed the back of Kim's head into Courtney's butt.

The first thing I heard was Kim's muffled screams as she used the only air she had on a useless cry for help. Then Courtney started laughing, and so did Jackie. Even Kath joined in. Kim struggled all she could, and it should have felt like pre-emptive karma considering what she would do to me years later, but all I felt for her in that moment was empathy. I knew what it was like to have your nose pressed into someone's ass.

"Ooh, her screaming feels nice on my butt," said Courtney, prompting another cruel laugh from Jackie.

"Can she breathe down there?" Kath said, getting serious for a second.

"Why do you care?"

"Dude, I'm not going to prison. Be a lot simpler to give her air now and then."

"Ugh, fine," said Jackie. She let up on Kim's head briefly, letting her take a couple of deep sniffs with her nose touching Courtney's asshole. Then, Jackie grabbed her head and forced it down once again.

I could barely see Kim's face between Courtney's massive ass cheeks. Judging by the few pixels that showed, her entire head was turning crimson. She cried into the gag, but the seal between her face and Courtney's ass was so tight that the microphone hardly picked it up.

"You might wanna stand back a little," Courtney warned. She spread her legs and tensed her butt, which still had Kim's face trapped in the crack. Jackie let go of Kim and backed away: she knew what was coming.

thrrrrrrrpppp

A loud wet fart shot from Courtney's ass right into Kim's submerged face. Kim took it straight from the source. She gave a pained wail, and she was so low on air she had to keep huffing with her nose still in Courtney's ass. Her feet kicked against the carpet while she sniffed.

"You love that, don't you, you little perv?" Kath taunted.

Kim mumbled something I couldn't make out.

"Did she just say, 'Fuck you'?"

"I think she did," Kath replied. "Jackie, you better do that thing."

"Alright," Jackie said. She walked over to the sofa, then started coughing. "Jesus! It smells like shit!"

"Hey, imagine what it's like for her down there!" Courtney laughed. Even without Jackie pushing down on her, Kim was tied so tight she couldn't escape past the crack. She banged her feet and gave curses that were barely audible from between those curvy buttocks.

Her struggles were so hypnotising that I barely noticed what Jackie was doing. She stripped her leggings off and bent over to show her large, strong butt for the film. It wasn't particularly fat, but it was big enough to be intimidating, and had a serious amount of muscle.

"Better do it quick, she's getting restless!" Courtney said. Kim was fighting, but it was obvious she hadn't got a hope of getting away.

What happened next was unbelievable even for those three. Jackie got behind Kim and lowered her butt so it was touching the back of Kim's head. I thought she was going to fart, but she didn't. Instead, she sat down.

"Mmmgh!" Kim screamed as the full weight of Jackie's body mashed her into Courtney's crack. She was now sandwiched between two huge asses. The only room she had was a tiny sliver of space between the two sets of butt cheeks, and that was shrinking rapidly as Jackie's weight bore down.

"Yeah, how does that smell?" Courtney said. I doubted she could smell anything at that moment. I didn't think she could breathe.

The seconds ticked away as their butts pressed into each other. I kept expecting Jackie to let up and give Kim air. She didn't, and eventually Courtney said, "Oh, shit. Another one's coming."

"Go on, then!" Kath encouraged.

Courtney's face twisted as she let off a long, strained squeal of a fart. As soon as the smell hit Jackie, she sat up, releasing Kim's head long enough for her to take a deep breath. Kim struggled against the stench, coughing and spluttering, and the coughs got louder and louder until she sounded like she was going to puke.

"Courtney, get those panties out of her mouth!"

Courtney stood up, letting Kim's body drop to the floor before turning around and pulling out the disgusting cotton. Kim was nearly hyperventilating now. I knew from experience what she was going through, choking on a heady mixture of stink and bile, not being able to move her tongue because that would release more of the gag's rotten flavour. She spat onto the carpet and gave a great, heaving retch.

"So, Fartface, have you learned your lesson?" Kath said.

Kim was still breathing too hard to answer.

"Are you going to drop the charges? Or do we need to let Jackie have a turn?"

She looked up. Her face was slack, but she hadn't lost the anger in her eyes. "Go fuck yourself."

Kath grinned. "I was hoping you'd say that. Remember what Jackie said we'd do if you told anyone? I think it's time."

Kim's face sank. Horror crept into her eyes. She lay stunned for a second, and then jolted into action, yelling, crying and wriggling for all she was worth. Jackie moved quickly. She knelt over Kim's head and pushed her naked ass right into her face.

It was then I heard a horribly familiar rasping noise. It wasn't a fart. I'd heard the sound last night, when Kim had sat on my jaw while I was screaming. Oh God.

"Thanks for opening your mouth," Jackie gloated. Kim was kicking her legs so hard that even if the neighbours hadn't heard her screams, they might be able to hear the banging on the carpet. That was when Courtney came and sat her own massive ass over Kim's thighs. With Courtney weighing down her legs and Jackie's butt holding her mouth open, she couldn't make any noise at all.

"You ready, Jackie?" said Kath.

"Hell yes," Jackie replied.

"Hang on, let me get a close up." She zoomed the camera towards Kim's head, which was now deeply buried in Jackie's ass. The cords of her neck stood out as she tried to cry for help which would never come.

When Jackie's gas finally came out, it was nearly silent: a hissing, hot-sounding fart injected right into Kim's mouth. For a moment she didn't react. Then the taste must've registered, because she went manic.

Her earlier struggles had been hard-fought but they were nothing compared to this. Her feet whacked against the carpet, making a sound like drumbeats as Jackie pressed her ass down even harder. One of the cords restraining her slipped, and despite everything Kim had done to me in the past few weeks, I silently willed her to escape this brutal hell.

Her arm wrenched free and she dug her nails into Jackie's muscular buttocks, trying to prise her off. Jackie found this hilarious.

"Look at her! She's fucking groping me!" Jackie laughed.

"She really is a little pervert, isn't she," Kath mused. Kim's arm flailed around, scratching every inch of skin it could find, and although it looked painful Jackie didn't move a muscle. She seemed to be enjoying it.

Finally, Kath moved over and stepped on Kim's palm, trapping it beneath her shoe. She squealed.

"You got any more, Jackie?" I could almost feel Kim holding her breath, hoping against hope the answer was no.

"Shit, you know me. I've always got one in the chamber!"

Jackie sat up slightly as she strained, and Kim managed to close her mouth. None of them stopped her, probably because she was now being forced to sniff Jackie's last fart. I could see her nostrils flare as she snorted it in.

"Oh Jesus," Courtney coughed, as the smell of Jackie's gas hit her. "What the hell did you eat?"

"Dude, you really don't want to know," she replied.

BRAAAPPP

Jackie let off another round without warning. With the camera still close to Kim's face, I could see her body shutting down. She exhaled quietly, and I knew that soon she'd have to take another big breath in.

"Jesus, Jackie, that's vile! Can't you make her sniff it?" said Courtney with a hand over her nose.

"Yeah, sniff that up!"

She didn't sniff. Although the three bullies had her pinned, she was still holding her breath. Her face turned a deeper red as she began to choke with Jackie's ass still over her face.

"Open her mouth up again," said Kath, nodding in Courtney's direction. Courtney hooked her long nails between Kim's lips and began to pry. It still wasn't working. I was seriously worried she'd pass out, but then...

...Then, she finally inhaled.

"Haarrrgghh!" she gasped as she choked on the smell in the air, a sound that Jackie found hilarious. While she was laughing, she let yet another one rip in Kim's face, and I could see Kim trying to stop her own body from sucking it up but taking it anyway. I could almost feel her head pounding as she renewed her struggles, lungs begging for fresh air but finding only the rancid stink of Jackie's farts.

Courtney retched and stood up, the smell apparently too much for her. Even Kath backed away a couple of paces.

"Want me to step in again?" said Courtney.

"Nah, I think we've made our point," Kath replied. "You gonna do what we say, Fartface?"

Kim managed an icy, teary glare but she nodded her head anyway.

"Good. 'Cause if you don't, this video goes live on every site there is. And we'll be back until you learn your lesson, however many times it takes."

The film cut off, bringing me back to the present moment. Kim was staring at the laptop with a faraway look in her eye. I wasn't sure if she expected me to say something. Eventually, she was the one to break the silence.

"My parents found me tied up like that. I didn't want to cave, but they persuaded me to let it go. It's okay, though. In the end I found another way of paying them back."

She pointed to the screen. There were three more videos, named COURTNEY, JACKIE and KATH.

"I'll show you what's on there if you like. Even if it brings up some... unpleasant memories."

I shuddered. What was I supposed to say? "Kim," I began. "I am so sorr-"

"Oh, save it." She got to her feet and stretched. "I wasn't going to be so hard on you like I was with the others. But then you had to ask me to be your roommate. And you know me. I'd never pass up an opportunity for revenge."

Incredibly, her face split into a grin.

"It's just like before. So long as you know your place, I'll leave you alone. But if you do something to piss me off... well... let's just say there's space for another video."

PART 8


I moved quickly around my room, tossing my clothes into bags. Kim had left ten minutes ago. I didn't know where she'd gone, and I didn't care. The moment that door had closed behind her, I'd raced to my bedroom and started packing. She wasn't going to fuck with me ever again.

Kim had promised to leave me alone this morning. She'd also shown that her word meant nothing. The moment I had my stuff together, I was going to slip outside and take the train home, and to hell with the course. No degree was worth this.

As I threw my laptop into an old duffel bag, I started to question why it had taken so long for me to run. Was it fear? The blackmail she had on me? Or just inertia? I thought about it, and realised the answer was something even worse. She'd been dangling the idea of leaving me alone like a carrot on a string. She'd used it to make me kiss her ass, for God's sake.

And then there was my own stubbornness, my desire to not let her grind me down, to show her I could still win. I'd been wrong. That wasn't winning... but this was.

Just running away wouldn't be enough to claim victory, and that was fine, because there was one last thing I'd packed. The green memory stick. She'd left it in her drawer after we watched that awful video. Kim told me then that I was only the latest victim of her revenge spree, and the footage to prove it was on that piece of plastic. The first thing I planned to do when I got home was take that footage and show it to the police. If she'd tortured me for bullying her, I could only imagine what she'd filmed herself doing to the likes of Courtney and Kath.

I zipped up my bags and went to unlock the front door. The moment I was outside of this flat, I would be free. I put my hand on the doorknob...

...And jumped as it twisted from the other side. The door squealed open. Kim was waiting behind it like something out of a nightmare. I yelped, feeling a wave of pure terror descend on me, seriously believing that she'd somehow known I was going to do a runner. But then, why was she holding a bunch of flowers?

"Fuck! You made me jump," she laughed as she barged in, closing the door behind her. She tossed the flowers on the kitchen table, then examined me. "You okay there?"

I wanted so badly to run, but I was frozen in fear. All the times she'd tortured me played like a slideshow in front of my eyes: the interrogation, the bath, that hellish night in her sleeping bag. I could feel my heart thumping as I tried to hide the guilt that just had to be written on my face.

Kim looked at me, then at the bags and suitcases on the floor. My stomach dropped as I saw her put two and two together. "Shit. I guess this is goodbye," she said.

Then she walked past me and into her bedroom.

I grabbed my set of keys and unlocked the front door. My hands were trembling so much it was hard to do even that. I started picking up my bags to carry them outside.

"Where do you think you're going?" she said, leaning against the bedroom doorway.

I froze again. "Home. I'm just g-going to see my parents for the weekend."

"Come on, Lauren," she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "We both know that's not true."

A terrifying silence took over the room. I daren't make a move, not with her standing in front of me.

"If you are leaving, though, I guess I'd better say goodbye. Be a shame to waste these stomach cramps." She patted her ass demonstratively. She was eyeing me like a rattlesnake, and the moment I made a move, she would strike. My lower lip wobbled.

In the end, I didn't move. Didn't have to. She just pounced on me, wrestling me into submission and then dragging me bodily to her bedroom.

The feeling of her overpowering me was horribly familiar. It all happened so fast that even if I wasn't frozen with fear, it would have been hard to fight back anyway. I was hyperventilating, choking on the smell of Kim's sweat as she threw me effortlessly onto her duvet.

"Kim-" I panicked as she turned around. She bent over and started rummaging through her drawers.

Her drawers.

The ones I'd taken the memory stick out of.

Oh, Jesus.

"Kuh," I started. "K-K-"

"Ah, shaddap," she said playfully. She hadn't noticed the missing stick - at least, not so far - but with every second my heart sank a little more. It was torture, and she hadn't even started yet.

"Liz is coming over this evening, and I'm in the mood to celebrate. Remember these?" She held up a pair of steel handcuffs.

"Kim, p-p-please..." I willed my body to work, willed myself to run, but it turned out that fear was damn good at making you do the worst thing possible. I lay there, tensed up as she moved forward and sealed my fate, cuffs in hand and grinning from ear to ear.

"Arms up. You really don't wanna know what'll happen if you try and escape."

I couldn't move at all. It was like being paralysed. She grabbed my wrists, cuffing me to the bar between the bedposts.

Kim bent over and shimmied out of her jeans and panties, mooning me with her nasty, stinking ass. This was all so familiar, but that didn't make it any less horrifying. When she finally dropped her panties around her ankles, I saw her butt twitch.

prooot

"Oh shit, I was saving that one," she said. I cringed, amazed that one person could be so utterly revolting.

The smell floated over. It snapped me out of whatever catatonic state I'd fallen into these past few minutes. It was absolutely horrid, like old cabbages that'd been left to ferment. I felt sick as I sucked the foul air past my teeth.

"Hey, quit breathing through your mouth! That's cheating!"

Even if I'd wanted to sniff, I physically couldn't. My body was the one in control, forcing me to take deep gasps of her poison as my eyes stung and my lungs filled with the wretched gas.

"Fine. Guess I'll have to tighten the leash a little." She bent over to open the bottom drawer and grabbed something while I dealt with the stink. I coughed.

Kim concealed something in her hand as she climbed onto the bed, naked save for an old shirt, and pointed her rotten ass directly at my face. I tried to fling my arms up only to feel the cuffs bite into my wrists. I felt so vulnerable. At least when she'd attacked me before, I'd been able to defend myself to some extent. Now, I was tied to her bedposts, and I knew she'd show no mercy.

"So, Lauren," she grinned from up above. "Are you ready for our last goodbye?"

The smell of her fart hadn't dissipated at all. I still choked it down because I knew it was about to get so much worse.

"Then let's get started."

With her butt still hovering above my face, she reached between her legs and forced something between my lips. I grunted, trying to push it back with my tongue. Before I could, she clasped the thing behind my head, and that's when I realised what it was. She was making me wear a fucking ball gag!

"Agh!" I shouted in disgust.

She just laughed. Her hysterical laughter sent ripples down her huge butt. "Get comfy, 'cause you're gonna be there a while!"

And then she sat down.

When she last sat on me, she did it inch by inch, slow enough that I could feel my nose slipping into her ass. This time, she just kicked her legs away and dropped her entire weight onto my head. My entire face was jammed inside her crack with no warning, and as she wiggled to force it deeper, her wobbling cheeks molded around my face to create a disgusting, sweaty seal.

"URRRGH!" I yelled. Using up my oxygen was a very bad idea, because at that moment she leaned to the side. I knew what was coming.

FWWAAAAPPPPPP

A loud, scalding fart hit me right in the face. It sounded vile. I held my breath, wincing at the sensation of hot air wafting around my head.

"Hey," she said, digging her bare heel into my stomach. "Sniff it."

I tried to breathe through the gag, but it was airtight. So I held my breath in defiance, kidding myself that with enough willpower I'd be able to outlast her. It was all for nothing. A few seconds later I had to sniff, and when I did, the hot trashy stink set my nostrils on fire and made bile pour into my mouth.

Kim's butt dropped again. It seemed like one sniff was all I was getting. I couldn't breathe at all with my face that deep in her sweaty crack, and that was almost okay because it meant I couldn't be made to suck her stink any more. She rubbed her ass all over my face, bending my nose and forcing my nostrils up. I shuddered as my lips made contact with her naked asshole.

Something salty dripped into my mouth. With horror, I realised what was happening: she was gyrating her ass so harshly that it was moving the gag, and her butt was sweaty enough that some of it was leaking past the ball and into my mouth. I sobbed silently, but didn't scream. What was the point? It wasn't like she'd take pity on me. So I screwed my face up and swallowed the sweat and bile, hoping against hope she'd get up before I ran out of air.

Eventually, she did, and I immediately wished she hadn't because the smell was beyond belief. It seemed to have gotten worse somehow since my last desperate sniff. She moved her butt and smiled down at me as I reluctantly caught my breath.

"Having fun yet?"

I gurgled in response, making myself take another sniff. Then, all too soon, she lowered herself back on my face.

"You should be glad," she said as she rubbed her ass roughly across my nose. "Liz bought that gag. If it wasn't for her, I'd just have to use something grosser."

I shivered, remembering the time she'd stuffed her old panties in my mouth while interrogating me. The way they'd left pieces of fluff on my tongue as she'd dished out her punishment. The taste. I would never, ever let that happen again. As soon as I got out of here-

brrrrrtttt

Another hot fart left her ass and vibrated my nose. She leaned to the side, crushing the left half of my skull as she let me suck it up. I held my breath again. The stench had been horrific after her last bout of gas. I could only imagine what it was like now.

"Have it your way," she said as she realised I wasn't breathing. She sat down again, forcing me back into her swampy butt as she made herself familiar with the contours of my face.

I hadn't had a bit of air in about twenty seconds. I was getting weak. Soon I was at the point where my survival instincts overruled me and forced me to try and breathe, but with her all-consuming ass on my face, I couldn't get air at all. I panicked and flailed my limbs, the handcuffs clicking wildly against the headboard, determined to get oxygen even if it meant sniffing her unspeakably nasty farts.

It was only when I was seriously scared of blacking out that she leaned again. For the first couple of breaths I hardly even noticed the eggy smell that stank up the whole room. Any normal person would've passed out or vomited then, but not me. I was just glad to be conscious.

Then, she did the worst thing possible. The thing that I'd been praying for her not to do since this whole nightmare began. While I was taking a big sniff of the air around her vile asshole, she tensed up and pushed out a truly monstrous fart.

I can't truly remember the smell. I suppose I must have blanked it out. What I do remember is the hot air shooting up my nose, making me gag and writhe as my head felt like it was going to burst. I was so disgusted I couldn't even struggle any more. All I could do was jerk and cry deliriously, like an animal caught in a trap. I gave a hoarse, throaty snort and I thought that surely this time she'd gone too far, that she'd relent and let me up.

"God, that's bad. You still alive?"

I moaned pathetically. This wasn't just bullying. It was actual torture.

"Sounds like it," she laughed.

I had to breathe in again, and this time I do remember what it smelled like, though I wish to God I didn't. It was a sick, thick smell of rotten eggs and meat. It smelled wrong. Somewhere in the distance I heard my cuffs scraping against the wood of the bed, the sound of me trying to escape that stink though I knew it was hopeless.

I was so distracted dealing with that horrific smell that I didn't realise she'd started sitting down again. The next thing I knew, my whole face was packed deeply into her sweaty, smelly ass. Whatever instinct was left at this point screamed at me to resist, but there was no way I could. The longer Kim sat and blocked off my air, the more I was convinced something terrible would happen. She didn't have any idea what she was doing, no plan other than to put me through as much stink and suffering as humanly possible.

I saw light as she sat up slightly. I tried to make myself breathe, but before I could, her ass came crashing down hard enough to crush my nose. She lifted herself up again, higher this time, and dropped. I yelped in pain as she bounced on me again and again.

Each time she bounced, I wasn't able to get more than a tiny whiff before her enormous butt dropped down. I was so weak and exhausted that even sniffing took far too much effort. Some part of me wanted me to give in, to simply hold my breath, go limp, and hope I was still conscious when she'd finished battering my face.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Kim froze, and in my defeated state, it took me a while to realise what that noise was. Someone was knocking on the door. She came to a rest, like she was smothering me, and with her cheeks closed around my face, I began to choke. Was she going to knock me out? I panicked.

Thump. Thump.

My ears rang. God, she really was smothering me. Then, just as I felt my brain turning to mush, Kim sat up. I took another huge, whooping breath, barely registering the rancid fart-air over my own sense of relief. She was actually standing up, pulling her panties and jeans on while I looked up helplessly from her bed.

The lock rattled as whoever was outside inserted a key. Kim turned to me, shooting me a harrowing death-glare as she placed a pale finger over her lips. She was silent, but her meaning was clear: Scream for help, and you're dead.

She walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind her. A few seconds ago, my brain had felt like mush, but now I was thinking faster and clearer than ever. I had to yell. It might be my only way out of this.

Whoever was outside wouldn't stay there for long, not with Kim ushering them to a place they couldn't hear my cries. I took deep lungfuls of the rotten air, hoping that whoever it was would get me out of here.

"Hey, Liz!" I heard Kim call her girlfriend from the hallway, muffled by the door between us.

It was now or never. I filled my lungs up to bursting and yelled: "Mmmmmffff!"

My cries were disturbingly quiet past the gag. I could hear the two of them talking, and it was obvious that neither of them had heard a thing. I'd have to try again. The air seemed somehow more awful than the last time I'd taken a sniff. I huffed up the remnants of Kim's gas, stifled a retch... and screamed like my life depended on it.

"MMMMRRRGGHH!"

No response. The room fell silent, and that was when I knew I was done for. Of course I couldn't have that one bit of luck. I couldn't be saved from this humiliating fate, because that's not what Kim had in mind for me.

But then... then, the door clicked open. Liz was standing in the hall. Her eyes widened in shock and disbelief.

I looked up, meeting her eyes in a silent, desperate plea. I was saved.