By: Spam314314
It was late at night, and I was walking to the parking lot from the library. I’d never put much stock into being careful about walking alone at night. I should have been. As I closed in near my car, I was roughly tackled to the ground. A useless fight ensued and a cloth slipped around my nose and mouth. In less than a minute, I was out.
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When my eyes finally fluttered open, I felt like I was in a fog. Light was coming in from a window next to me, but it was so bright. How much time had passed? I closed my eyes and just lay there for a few minutes. Was it minutes? Hours maybe? Slowly, my thoughts started to become more tangible and I got a better sense for myself. Two familiar scratchy ropes bound my hands. The bed below me was immaculately soft, like laying on top of a cloud. My heart started pumping quickly as I slowly put together where I most likely was. I prayed I would see anything but those distinctive powder-blue walls and opened my eyes.
Fuck!
This was definitely Breana’s room. Breana and I had dated for a few months. At first, things seemed perfect. Everyone called her an angel, and it wasn’t hard to understand why. She had the look. She was a shorter girl with pale skin, straight blonde hair and the most dazzling blue eyes you’d ever seen. It was love at first sight for my family. After she spent one dinner at my parents’ house, my family was telling me that they liked her and that she was a sweet girl. After three, they were adamant that I should do anything to keep her. By all appearances, she was relentlessly kind and thoughtful.
Unless you were her boyfriend.
Outside of the bedroom, she remained the ideal girlfriend. But things started to fall apart when she started asking me to indulge her in her facesitting fetish. At first, I found it hot, but I couldn’t really handle it. I could only last about 20 minutes before I had to use my safe word. The first few times we tried it, she got up immediately. The thing that ended our relationship was her blatantly ignoring it and continuing to sit on me for a full hour past my initial tapping. When she finally let me go, I stormed out, making it clear that we were done and that I couldn’t be with someone who wouldn’t respect my boundaries.
The next morning, I kid you not, I woke up to 11 missed calls and 46 text messages. Upon seeing that, I sent her one last message making it clear that I wasn’t going to change my mind. Apparently, Breana saw that as more of a mild inconvenience.
“Oh, baby. I missed you so much.”
Her sweet, clear voice brought me out of my stupor. She walked in, all smiles in a pair of lacy, black lingerie. She was as hot as ever. Somehow, that only made me more worried.
“Breana! What’s going on? Let me go!”
She sauntered over, swaying her hips seductively. But each step made me more anxious.
“You’re back with me, just like you should be. Our relationship was just perfect. It’d be silly to lose it over one silly fight, don’t you think?”
She eased onto the bed, gently letting her body lay on top of mine. A stupid part of my mind was buzzing. My hot ex was lying on top of me, wasn’t that pleasurable? That was more than countered by the absolute terror that was coursing through my veins.
She stroked her fingers through my hair, giving me a cute, disarming grin the whole time. Like nothing was wrong. Like this was just a normal night for us and we were just cuddling like we normally would. Not like I had been kidnapped and tied up. I knew that there was a side to Breanna a lot of people didn’t know, but I didn’t realize she was batshit insane.
“Breana, this is-mmphh!”
Her glossy lips pressed against mine and her tongue darted into my mouth. It was the oddest sensation. After all, it’s a gorgeous woman showering you with affection. But in the context of being ensnared and here against my will? I shivered. I even thought about biting her, but that seemed like a bad idea, given, y’know, the fact that she was crazy and I couldn’t move. Her breasts rubbed against me, flattening as she leaned in further to get more passionate.
We spent a few minutes like that. Her having her way with me, and me lying bound and too timid to uselessly push back against her. After exploring every part of my mouth, she finally pulled back, straddling my lap. A stupid, satisfied grin plastered her mouth and she shuffled forward. My skin tingled as she stroked my cheek and she talked down to me.
“I missed you so much. Now, why don’t we get back to our favorite thing.”
She leaned over to pick up something from her nightstand. Her sexy boobs hung over me for a second which again sent a conflicting message spiraling through me. But everything turned sour when I saw the shiny tape in her hand. She quickly ripped off a huge piece and was already in motion.
“Breana, please. MMMPHHHHH!”
I jolted in my bonds, but it was over too quickly. In a well-practiced motion, my mouth was completely taped over.
“I just love how polite you are. I knew you loved this as much as I do, but I get why you were probably scared the first time you lost control.”
Her eyes glittered and she continued lovingly brushing her fingers across my cheek. Then she turned around.
Breana was on the smaller side, a few inches shorter than the average woman. Her ass didn’t get that memo. I knew she spent extra time working on it because of her fetish. Having a big, juicy ass she could really squish someone with had been important to her. Now it hovered over me threateningly, little more than a black string separating me from her bare skin. Two big round moons threatened to block off most of my air, if not all of it and a familiar sense of dread crept across me. I no longer found this view sexy. Just harrowing.
She lowered herself down gracefully, surely savoring the moment as her cheeks pressed in against my face. As soon as my nose slotted into her ass crack, she let out a light groan. The odor was immediate, pungent and stale. I don’t think she’d put much emphasis on getting clean before doing this.
“Your face and my butt were made for each other. Every time I sat on something while you were gone, I couldn’t help wishing it was your handsome comfy face under me instead.”
It was hard to breathe with her squishy ass trying to block off my nose, but there was a little air to be had. Every breath was a fight though, and her flimsy panties didn’t do much to filter out her noxious body odor.
“And I bet you’re just as happy being under there. Big, soft butt hugging your face like a pillow? You’re the luckiest guy in the world. And I’m the luckiest girl.”
As I took in another smelly sniff, I felt closer to the unluckiest guy in the world. I let out a muted groan of displeasure. Breana paused, but just for a second.
“What’s wrong? Are you hungry? You must be; you slept right through breakfast. I’m gonna order some food for us. But first, I’ve got a naughty idea.”
And what exactly would she consider naughty?
Pppppprrttt!
The toxic fart blew up my nose immediately. I kicked my tied legs, doing little more than rustling the bed. With each breath, it started to dissipate more and more, returning back to just the horrible smell of my ex-girlfriend’s dirty ass.
“Oooh! I didn’t think you’d be so excited about getting farted on! I’ll do it a lot more now that I know that you like it!”
A crystalline laugh escaped her, like it came from a delicate bell. She wriggled to get comfortable, pushing my nose further between her doughy cheeks. Her phone made various noises as she ordered something, and she quieted down for the first time too, giving me my first real chance to think about what had happened.
My ex-girlfriend must have stalked me, kidnapped me, then bound me to her bed. Now, she was either convinced we were actually together, or just pretending for her own sick pleasure, and I couldn’t tell which because either way she was out of her mind. My first goal had to be getting her to let me out of these ropes so I could somehow get to my phone and call the police. But how to do that without raising suspicion…
Booorpt.
Another vile assault on my senses. I again tried to swivel my head, but Breana had to much experience with this game, and her ass was simply too fat. My nose stayed plugged right up near the source.
“Too bad. I’m all out for now. We’ll try again later.”
She adjusted again, pulling my face even deeper. Her ass covered my eyes now and I was in an eerie darkness. Then she remained planted, seemingly just enjoying my ‘company’. I tried to plan. Tried to figure out the best way to go about getting her to release me for a second. But it was hard to concnentrate with the way she overwhelmed all of my senses.
Occasionally, she talked softly down to me, telling me how much she loved me, how we belonged together, that kind of thing. But for the most part Breana just seemed to revel in having me under her. It gave me time to think, but I didn’t come up with anything more useful than to lean into her ‘love’ and try to get her to free me.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
“Pizza’s here!”
Breana hopped up quickly, freeing me from her crack. I happily breathed in the fresh air while she grabbed the food. I considered calling out for help when she opened the door, but what was a random delivery driver going to do when they heard a weird sound from the other side of the apartment? More likely run than investigate. And who knows how Breana would react? Not worth it.
Breana returned with the pizza box in hand. The smell made my stomach grumble; I didn’t realize how hungry I was until now. Breana put the box down on the nightstand next to her bed, then laid on top of me again with her feet dangling in the air.
“Hungry?”
I nodded.
“This might hurt a bit.”
She grabbed the tape sealing my mouth shut and ripped it clean off. It hurt, but not as much as I was expecting. My lips felt raw and awkward.
“Hi, Breana.”
She fluttered her eyes at me, smiling dreamily. I’d rehearsed these words, but I didn’t love them.
“You gonna untie my arms so I can eat? My grandpa on my mom’s side was an anteater, but I didn’t get his tongue, so I guess I’ll need them.”
Breana always loved stupid jokes. She put her hand up to her mouth as she laughed. It was endearing back when I didn’t despise her.
“You’re so funny!”
She made no move to untie me though. In fact, she opened the box and grabbed a slice, holding it a few inches above your mouth.
“Open up for the choo choo train!”
She giggled and carefully brought the tip of a piece of pizza up to my mouth. I mostly remained quiet and let her feed me a few more pieces like this. She clearly didn’t trust me enough to keep my hands free, and for good reason. Once we were finished, she caressed my cheek again, face the picture of pure love. It sickened and terrified me.
“Less grumpy now that you’ve eaten?”
“Yes Bre.”
Her fingernails continued lightly grazing my skin.
“And now that you’re not hungry, you’re ready for more facesitting right?”
Every instinct was screaming at me to say no, to rebel. But who knows what she would do if I pushed. I got the feeling it would end up with my nose buried in her ass and her being upset with me. Too risky.
“Of course, Bre.”
She smiled and gave me a peck on the lips.
“Then let’s get this back on.”
She pinched off a new piece of tape, sealing my mouth away again. Satisfied,she turned around, leaving me staring up again at her big round butt. She teased herself down, in a way that her fucked up mind probably thought was seductive. All I felt was fear and dread. More time spent being unable to breathe like normal. More time with my nose crammed up her asshole with just a thin veneer of panties separating.
“It’s so nice finally ha-“
She was cut off by my phone ringing from across the room. I felt her jump in surprise and pause for a second. She removed herself from my face, skin making an odd peeling sound as her warm cheeks left my now sweaty features. She picked up my phone, and gave a big, innocent looking smile. Then she walked over to me and sat again.
“It’s your sister! Ohmygod, she’s so funny and cute. I missed getting to talk to her.”
Her finger tapped against the phone and she answered in a tone that was sweeter than honey.
“Hello?”
I took this as my chance. I yelled into Breana’s ass, but between her thick cheeks and the duct tape over my mouth, there was no way my complaint would come through the phone as anything more than background noise.
“MMMPPPPPPHHHH!”
“Yeah, this is Bre. He’s a little tied up at the moment.”
Shit. Jane would buy that for sure. I had a habit of telling her I was busy. She’d believe Breana easily.
“He didn’t tell you we were back together? I guess that makes sense, it just happened.”
What a smooth little liar she was. And in that cute, bubbly tone? It almost made me question if I was getting things wrong. A more unnerving thought came to me. Did she think she was lying?
“Yeah, we got in a big fight and he said he didn’t want to see me again. He went quiet for a few days, but he found his way back to me and we’ve worked it out. It was a little stressful, but I just kinda chalk it up to young love, y’know?”
She let out a sweet giggle that I’m sure melted Jane’s heart. Meanwhile, Breana hadn’t moved since she started her conversation. With my nose plugged up her butt, I couldn’t breathe at all, and I don’t think that was an accident, Bre loved smothering me.
“I did send a lot of texts when he said he was done. What can I say? I really like him and didn’t want to lose him over a stupid fight. He’s really special to me.”
She expertly repositioned so that her legs were splayed out over my body and her weight increased dramatically. She called this position fullweight, which seemed only fitting. I jerked at my bonds as though that would do anything to alleviate my suffocation problem.
“I’ll talk to him about coming up there and seeing you for sure. I’m going to be a busy bee the next few weeks, though, and then finals are coming up after that. I think we should be able to drive up and spend a little bit with you.”
I wriggled more frantically. My whole world was Breana’s big, oppressive butt. It stole my vision, my smell, my freedom, and now even my air. It would only take her lifting half an inch to ease my suffering. And that’s exactly what made it so fun for her.
“But yeah, that’s what’s going on with us. How is he normally with his girlfriends? Do you think there’s anything to worry about there?”
I thrashed, but between my bonds and the weight of a full-grown woman concentrated on my face, it doesn’t mean much. Breana rode out my struggles and kept my nose firmly planted in her suffocating ass without giving me even a tiny sip of air.
“Ah. I didn’t realize all of that was going on with your family. He never told me. No wonder he blew up, that’s gotta be stressful. Are you doing okay?”
Her response took a while. Apparently, my sister had a lot to say. She had a tendency to want to vent, and now she’d found a person who was in no hurry to leave what they were doing. I’m sure it also helped Breana with her ‘perfect little angel’ persona. My chest burned aggressively now, and I could feel the strength leaching from my body.
“Oh wow. I can’t imagine how hard that must be. It must feel suffocating.”
Yep. She knew I was smothering beneath her. My stomach was on fire, but my arms and legs started to go limp. If she didn’t get up soon, this was going to be it.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ve got plenty of time to listen. If you’re half as good a sister as he makes you out to be, then you deserve it.”
I made one last pitiful attempt at dislodging Breana. Her bed creaked slightly as I pulled against the posts of her bed. My lungs felt like they were being jabbed with pins over and over again.
“Yeah. He actually talks about yo-”
Then my world went dark.
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The first thing I noticed when I woke up was a pounding headache. The next thing was the overwhelming smell of unwashed ass. I was laying on my stomach now. Looking up, I could see up Breana’s back up to her long blonde hair. I tested this new position, trying to see what was tied down and what wasn’t. My head was firmly planted into her ass by…something. A constant pressure pushed against me, squishing my nose between her cheeks. My wrists were right next to my head, similarly trapped by some sort of leather. My feet were free at least, so that was a plus.
Breana noticed my squirming. She turned on the camera on her phone and posed it so that she could see me without having to crane her neck around. From my vantage point, I could just make out my eyes and hair. The rest of my face was being smushed into her by what I now realized was a harness.
“Morning cutie pie. Do you have any idea just how adorable you are when you’re sleeping?”
“Mmmmphhh?”
“I don’t think I got around to showing you this yet, sweetie. This is my butt harness. It’s perfect for times like these, where we just want to cuddle together and be nice and cozy. What a perfect way to spend the day. You and me, interlocked in intimate contact. Does it get any better than this?”
“Mmmphh!!”
“No, you’re right. I don’t think it does either.”
One of us was nice and cozy. I almost missed being smothered. Breana’s stale panty sweat was disgusting, but with my mouth taped and my nose up her ass, it was the only air I was getting.
“Jane is such a wonderful woman. I’m so excited that she’s going to be my sister-in-law one day.”
I squirmed uncomfortably at the insinuation. How in the fuck was I going to get out of this? I darted my eyes back up. I could still see her face reflected in her phone, though it was uncomfortable seeing my own in the frame as well. The look of pure bliss on her face was beyond unsettling. I was trying to get my face out of her ass and she was picturing our wedding day.
Breana’s stomach rumbled. Then her cheeks clenched, gripping my face.
Bbbbrpt
“MMMMPHHHH!”
She just farted point-blank right on my nose! The awful, eggy smell was killer, somehow much worse than her already gross behind.
“I forgot how excited you get for my farts. Just one more reason we’re perfect for each other. Let me see if I can give you another one.”
Her stomach tensed again, but nothing came out this time. Finally I caught some sort of break.
“Nope. Just be patient, honey. I promise I’ll have another one for you soon. Oh! I think you fell asleep before I finished my conversation with Jane.”
‘Falling asleep’ was an interesting way to phrase making me pass out under her ass.
“We’re going to be staying at her place about three weeks from now. That should be plenty of time to help us mend over our tiny little spat, don’t you think? We’re basically over it already.”
I looked up at her, trying to show even half of the frustration and fear that I felt.
“Mmmphhh.”
“I agree. We’re back together and that’s all that really matters. Every good relationship has its rough spots.”
Ppppprrrpptt!
This one was a lot bigger than the last, and with a lot less notice. She got me right as I was inhaling. I coughed furiously, having taken in way too much of the noxious gas.
“And we got back together just in time! We have the whole next week off and a lot of quality time to make up for, don’t we?”
I didn’t think about that. Fuck. And I doubted anyone would notice if I was missing next week. Shit shit shit shit shit. I started to panic, eyes growing wide. It would be at least a week until it even started to look suspicious that I wasn’t showing up anywhere.
Sssst.
“I know you just had a nap, but would you mind cuddling me to sleep?”
I tried to shake my head, which amounted to motorboating Breana’s jiggly ass cheeks.
“Mmmphhh! Mmmmphhh!”
“You’re so sweet. There’s nothing better than a nap in your sweet embrace.”
Both of us had to shift as she rolled over from her stomach to her side. She curled her knees up, which caused the harness to pull me even tighter into her. Then she draped us both with a blanket. The heat ramped up quickly and within minutes she was snoring. After another ten minutes, we were both starting to sweat.
BBBBBBBBRRRRPPPTTT!
I wanted to cry when the big blast tore its way up my nasal passageways. My despair only grew when I realized the blanket trapped the gas in with me.
Sssssstt!
I groaned into Breana’s butt. It had been half a day, and I was already at my wits end. And Breana had me for at least the week.
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Breana woke up from her nap feeling refreshed. In fact, it was the best she’d felt in weeks. Now that she and her boyfriend were finally back together, everything just felt right in the world. She felt his deep, sleepy, warm breaths in her butt.
They were the perfect couple.