Repaying a Debt
by weaboolyf

**DISCLAIMER: This is a fetish story, It contains fetish material, namely farting.**

It was seven fourty five on Saturday, December fifteenth, the coldest night of the year so far. I braved the negative twelve degrees celcius weather and waited at the bus stop across from my house. Miss Onohara's house was only two bus rides away, but it felt like far less. The bus let me off one block away, making me regret dressing so lightly. I hurried up the long winding pathway, and climbed the small set of stairs leading to the massive pair of intricately carved wooden doors. Before I even raised my hand to knock, the door had already been opened by Miss Onohara. "Oh my, it's frightfully cold out there, hurry inside and i'll fix you some tea." She seemed far too kind to be the Miss Onohara I had remebered threatening me over the phone a few days ago, but I assume she thought I was here to repay my debt in full.

After a few minutes, we both settled in the living room, I sat across from her on a soft, ornate sofa matching the one she was sinking back into. Between us, my steaming hot green tea sat on the oak coffee table. After a few sips Miss Onohara sat up straight and crossed her leg over the other, her demeanour had quickly shifted from a kind hostess to an impatient loan shark, and her words matched her attitude as she asked me if I had brought the money. "Ha ha.. About that, I uh-" I was quickly interupted by a shooting pain ringing throughout my body. I tried to keel over, but I couldnt move a single muscle. "Hmhmm.. It appears that the tea is working as planned..."

I panicked as I sat paralyzed on the couch. "Am I gonna die?!" I screamed at her. She bit her lip and stood up. "No, no silly, it's merely a muscle relaxant.. You see, not only did I know that a useless loser like yourself would'nt have the money ready, I myself am a firm believer in psyhical labor." She began to walk over to me, pushing me back into the couch. "Stay right here." She said, laughing, as if I could move even if I wanted to. After a little while, I was able to weakly raise my left arm, but just as I did so, she returned. "Sorry for keeping you waiting, but since the drugs won't last forever, I had to find a more permanent way to restrain you." She stepped into view now wearing nothing but a red silk thong. Her jet black shoulder length hair was let down, and she had touched up her subtle, mute coloured makeup. It was impossible for me to deny how attractive she was, and I was now finding it difficult to muster the strength to disobey her.

She turned around and sat hard on my crotch, her massive rear completely covering my pelvis. "You dont seem so afraid anymore, so perhaps now I should explain my proposition." She said to me, giving a slight, sexy smile. "Y-yes Ma'mm." I replied. "It's hard for me and my girls to run this place alone, and since I've caught you in such a vunerable position, You can repay your debt to me by working as our household servant." At the time it seemed like a simple request for housework, so I agreed, although im not sure I had much choice in the matter. "Ahh, good then... I guess I should get you into your uniform." She stood up and opened the bag she brought with her earlier. From it she pulled a leash, and a collar with a metal pendant hanging from it. On the pendant the word 'slave' was etched in fancy writing.

She tightly locked the collar around my throat, and tugged on the leash gently. With ease my body followed the leashes every move, as I was still weakened from the spiked tea. She began to walk out of the room, still pulling the leash, and I followed unwillingly, with barely enough strength to crawl behind her. She stopped in the bathroom, and shut the door. "I dont want to stink up the living room." She said as if I had any idea what was going to happen next. Miss Onohara then straddled the toilet, sitting with her perfect, juicy butt facing toward me and with the leash crushed beneath her crotch, pulling me in inches away from her thick buttocks. Unable to struggle, I tried to ask her what she was doing, but before I could finish my sentence she turned and looked down at me. "I'm simply training you for your new job."

With that she began meticulously pulling the leash through her crotch, forcing my nose towards her butt crack. Soon my nose was just barely hovering before her ass, when she decided to remove her thong. "Ok, sorry for all the build up sweety. Now it's time for you to repay your debt." With a strained sigh Miss Onohara ripped a five second blast of air out of her crack, and suddenly I was consumed by the eggy stentch of her fart. The sickening breeze was followed by laughter from Ms. Onohara. "W-what are you doing... p-please, I-I can bring you the money.. j-just don't-MMPHH" My weak begging was quickly muffled by ass, as Miss Onohara stuffed my face between her massive, sweaty cheeks. "Hahaha, oh slave, why would I want your money when this is soo much more fun. Trust me, when me and my girls are finished with you.. You'll be on your knees begging for more, and we'll happily oblige."

As if on cue with what she had said, another raunchy fart bubbled into my nostrils. The humid gas soaked my airways in her warm, sulfur odor and left a nauseating wetness on the tip of my nose. The intense smell this close up was unbearable, but I was powerless to escape it. With each breath I took the stentch grew. "Ahahaha... Are you scared? Good. This is your life now, this is how you will spend every waking moment. You wont take a single breath that isnt from me or one of my daughters assholes. You will forget what fresh air smells like, but dont think that means you'll get used to the gas -Urrrgh- Ahh.. as you can tell, each fart is uniquely cruel. Now that one did feel especially wet, I think I may have pushed a bit too hard.... Be a good slave and clean me up will you?"

The following morning I woke up with a throbbing headache, and a nightmarish taste clinging to my tongue from the previous night. If not for the lingering scent on my face I would have thought what happened was all a bad dream, but unfortunately it was all very real. Just as I had suspected, my wrists and ankles were each bound to the frame of the bed and like clockwork I heard a knock on the door. "Please! Please Miss Onohara! Just let me go, I won't tell anyone, and I'll pay you double what you asked!" a soft, young voice responded from beyond the door with a giggle. The young, beautiful asian woman let herself into the room and approached the bed smiling. At this point I had relized it was one of Miss Onohara's daughters, since she shared her mothers stunning features.

The slender, yet curvy young lady finally reached the side of the bed. "I think you know why I'm here. Disobey me and I'll cut off your balls." Her words ignored her sweet aura, as did her actions as she climbed onto the bed and sat on my chest. She removed her bath robe, tossing it to the floor as she scooted back onto my throat. Fully nude, her small, shapely butt began to swallow up my chin, as her full weight sitting on my throat began suffocating me. "Mother says we can torture you whenever we're feeling gassy. Since you slept in, I had the opportunity to eat both breakfast and lunch, so I guess it's a surprise. I wonder if you'll taste the eggs or the mexican food?"

Nearing the verge of asphixiation, I took the deepest breath of my entire life as soon as she lifted her butt off my throat. This left my mouth wide open as she sat back down onto it, giggling. "Hahaha, just as planned. Bon apetit ~" she taunted before ripping a hot steamy fart down my throat. I gagged as the the thick beefy gas poured into my mouth, trying my hardest to breathe through my nose. "Oh no you dont..." she whispered to herself before reaching back and plugging my nose with her fingers. Only able to breathe through my mouth, I choked down her deadly gas, making room for her next fart to follow. "Ewww.. that one felt sooo juicy. Why dont you wash it down with this?" She moaned before another wet, hot fart echoed down my throat.

After about half an hour of feeding me her horrid gas, she finally rose off of my mouth. I let out a series of coughs that sent the odor of her farts into the air once more. "Ugh.. Smells like it's the burrito I had for lunch that came through. But I was kind of hoping that would be the case." She giggled and pranced towards the door with her pink house coat on once more. "I'll see you after dinner." She said before blowing a kiss, and exiting the room. With the door open, I could see two more girls waiting in the hallway, like the lineup for a public bathroom. With their sister gone they both entered together and locked the door behind them. "Hey slave, ever heard of a dutch oven?"