The ASSassin
by ???

Nick threw on the closest shirt to him at that time, and ran for the door. He looked at his watch as he slammed the door behind him in a rush to get the bus: 8:00pm. He knew he couldn't afford to be late for his first date with his new girl, Ashley. He'd talked to her by letter, email, phone, everything; but they still hadn't met. He had high hopes for this new relationship; after all, they liked the same things, it seemed, and they both found each other very attractive after seeing photos of one another on the Internet. He hopped on the late-night bus to the Plaza, where he'd be meeting Ashley at 8:45, full of expectation.

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Ashley touched up the last of her lip-liner, and re-adjusted her hair in her kitchen. She grinned and put the plate into the sink, before pouring the cabbage into the waste disposal unit.

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Nick got off the bus. 8:42. God was he cutting it fine , he still had 100 metres to get to the Plaza, but he was still confident of being on time; he couldn't afford to be late for Ashley.

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Ashley got out from the cab and paid the driver. She stood outside the 'Copa Havana', one of the best restaurants in town, and waited patiently for Nick.

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Nick ran up to the front of the 'Copa Havana' and saw Ashley waiting there for him.
'Sorry I'm late," he said.
'Look at your watch, sweetie," she quipped. Nick looked at it, and saw that it was 8:45 exactly. 'You're spot on time," she said to him, warmly, as they both headed in.

As they took their seats, Nick asked Ashley what she wanted to eat.
'I'm not too hungry, so I'll just have a bean soup, thanks." Nick ordered a steak for himself. 'After this, we'll head back to my place," Ashley said, trying to make it sound more like a request, which Nick heartily took up.
'Oh yeah, sounds good to me," he said. She ate up her bean soup slowly, savouring each spoonful, while Nick tucked into his steak sloppily, like an untamed animal. 'Y'know, a lot of people like me. I'm probably the most popular guy in the office right now, I reckon," he exclaimed. 'I also earn more in a month than most women earn in a year," he chuckled, half way through a bite.
'Oh really?" Ashley replied. 'How's that?"
'Because in my experience, women are mostly incompetent and lazy," was his answer. This inflamed Ashley a little bit, especially as she was a keen feminist.
'I don't think a lot of women are lazy-'
'Y'see, that's where you're wrong, Ashley. Most of them really are as lazy as heck." Ashley got ever more angry with this guy, but tried her best to hide it. Nick had finished his steak by now, and Ashley wanted to get round to her house as soon as possible, but Nick ordered a dessert. 'So, are you paying for this, cos I don't have no money with me right now," asked Nick. This infuriated Ashley, almost to breaking point, but she hid her frustration with her new 'date' well. As it happened, she had to pay for Nick and herself, and they both went home in her supercar.

Ashley opened the door to her stunning mansion-esque house, and Nick followed her in. He immediately took off his tie and jacket, and left his shoes just near the door.
'Can I get you anything? A drink?" called Ashley from her kitchen, while desperately trying to hide all remnants of the meal she ate before going out.
'Er, yeah, coffee would be great, thanks," said Nick. Ashley started to make the coffee when she felt a rumbling in her stomach, which she was quick to heed. She tried to focus on the coffee, to stop the rumbling from happening. Once she'd made it, she left the kitchen and went into her living room, where Nick was looking at some of her old records.
'You like 'em?" she asked, kindly. Nick picked up one, some sort of folk music, and said 'Yeah, this looks quite good." 'You wanna put in on?" asked Ashley, and Nick nodded, and put the music on. As the yodelling began, Ashley looked seductively into Nick's eyes, as she pursed her full lips, ready to embrace Nick , but then she stopped, and turned away from him, looking seductively over her shoulder. She walked slowly up the stairs, pushing her wide, swaying hips from side to side. Nick could only follow her in awe and amazement.

Ashley still walked slowly, as Nick deliberately didn't catch up with her. But instead of going into the main bedroom, as Nick had thought, she stopped outside what looked like a linen closet. Nick came up to her and quickly nodded towards the closet with a puzzled expression. Ashley only looked back at him, before planting a long, passionate kiss on his waiting lips. Then they went at it like crazy, with Ashley able to ask questions such as: 'You're an arrogant bastard, aren't you?" 'Yes." 'You're a chauvinist pig, aren't you?" 'Yes!" 'You're a complete asshole, aren't you?" 'YES!" 'Good," she said, and whirled him into the closet, slammed the door, and everything fell silent.
'Wha-what are we doing in here?" he asked, as he looked around the barren closet. 'This can't be anything bigger than 0.75 metres squared in here. We can't do shit in here!" Ashley just looked at him emptily.
'Oh, don't worry, Nick! I'm sure there are some things we can do!" she said cheerily, secretly locking the door behind her. Nick heard the lock click shut, but before he could do anything, Ashley had swallowed the key, effectively locking them in forever.
'What the fuck are you doing? What was that for?" asked Nick, as he grabbed Ashley's red, thigh-length dress to shake her up. Ashley quickly pushed herself away:
'Nick, it's about this-" PPPRRRRRRPPPPPP! Nick looked at Ashley in disgust. 'Nick, I'm going to cut to the chases here," she told him, before putting her face close next to his, 'and then I'm going to cut the cheese." Nick just looked perplexed and a little terrified at this prospect. 'Now, you've been pissing me off all night with your macho bullshit. I'm sick, and I'm tired of it. But that's not why I'm doing this to you, asshole. The fact is I've been hired by someone to take your ass out , by whatever means necessary. My family recently received a big fucking payoff, so I don't care about anything now, other than killing you off. So, I decided that I'm keeping you in this unventilated room until you die, fuckhead." Nick just looked worried now, as Ashley continued: 'Now, it just so happens that I 'could' throw the key back up, but that ain't gonna happen , unless..." Nick looked up. 'Unless you can give my family more than a million dollars and eliminate the threat of international hitmen turning up on my door." Nick looked perplexed once more, and twiddled his thumbs. 'No?" asked Ashley. 'Didn't think so-" BBBRRRPPPTTT!
'Urgh, God, stop that, you're starting to stink this place up," complained Nick. Ashley looked at him with contempt.
'Good God, you're stupid, aren't you? I don't want to spend weeks suffocating in here, possibly changing my mind , so I had a meal before I went out. A nice meal, one you'll love to know of , beans and cabbage burritos." Nick reeled back in horror. 'That's right , you're catching on, now. So, instead of us dying slowly, what's going to happen is that I'm going to fart us to death." Nick just looked at her as if she was mad (and she probably was). 'So saddle up, Nicholas, you're going on the ride of your life , and I'm not kidding." Nick just stood there, dumbfounded, as Ashley slowly turned her back on him, before raising her right leg slightly , PPPPPRRRRRPP! An eggy stench wafted slowly up Nick's nose, much to his repulsion. BBRRPPPTTT! FFFFRRRP! 'Ooh, excuse me, Nicholas, I don't know what's come over me lately," she said, grinning as widely as a Cheshire cat. Her smells were slowly filling the room and their lungs. Nick fell backwards onto the wall. 'Oh, what's the matter, Nicky, having problems all of a sudden?" She stroked his head patronisingly while lifting her left leg to bring her left knee to his chest. While pushing her knee into his chest, she pushed something else out: vvVVRRUMMPP! A loud and juicy fart erupted from Ashley's buttocks that filled the room with her intestinal gas. The oxygen in the room was started to become lacking, and Nick was becoming light-headed. Ashley, though, was feeling no effects. She was still as fresh as a daisy, which could not be said of her gas.
'Oh, Ash, please just stop," pleaded Nick, with a weak voice. Ash just looked at the pathetic sight in front of her with disdain.
'I don't think so, Nick. I'm not going to die while you're still alive unless you're locked in here. I'm just gonna keeping pumpin' and pumpin' and pumpin'..." PPRRRRMMPPP! PPRRMPPP! 'See? I can go for weeks!" Nick's eyes started to roll back in his head, which only made Ashley smile maniacally. 'Nick," she whispered in his ear, 'I'm going to do something for you." Nick looked into her face with hope.
'What are you going to do?" he asked.
'I'll show you," she told him. While Nick tried to retain consciousness, she took a deep breath, and breathed it out, but not from her mouth , BBRRRRRRPPPPPTTTTT!! 'I'm going to recycle all the air left in this room from that nasty oxygen into my wonderful methane!" And with that, she performed a small curtsey to release some tension (presumably in her bowels): FFFRRRRPPPP! She breathed in deeply again, and once more farted it all out. For all the air she was breathing in, she was breaking an equal amount of wind. The entire closet by now reeked of Ashley's belly air, and Nick could barely take any more of the gut gas , and wasn't just smelling all this, but he was almost tasting it. Ashley suddenly put on a face of surprise, and she pushed onto Nick's shoulders and reached up with her tip-toes with a face that looked as though she was in ecstasy: 'Oh, Nick, oh...oh..." Nick held Ashley by the waist, just as he had hoped: big mistake - FFRRRRRPPPPP...PPPRRPPP...BBBBBRRRRRRPPPPPTTT! Ashley finished off her back-end concerto with a heavy duty, low baritone blow off. She then faked a collapse into Nick's weary body, meaning that he had to try his best to support her. Nick assumed, wrongly, that she had passed out, and so decided to cradle her as best he could, to prevent her dropping to the ground. But he was struggling, because of the suffocating lack of clean air , all there was now was Ashley's fart-tainted air. While he was trying to keep Ashley standing, she slowly moved her right hand down to her right butt-cheek, pulled it across ever-so-slightly, and floated one of her specially baked air biscuits: KKKRRRRRPPPP! Nick recoiled in disgust as Ashley chuckled evilly as pushed herself into the imprisoned man she held captive. 'Nick, why don't you learn? I'm going to keep pumping-" BBBRRRPPPTT! 'and pumping-" PPPRRRPTTT! 'and pumping!" FFFRRPPP!
Nick was really struggling at this stage, because all he could breathe stunk of cabbage and rotten eggs, causing him to cough and splutter. Ashley was still laughing, but even she was succumbing to the effects of her farting. She turned around, with her back to Nick, and backed into him powerfully, butt-first. Her bum was in contact with Nick's right thigh, as she let 'er rip violently: BBBBRRRRRRPPPTTT! FFFFRRRRRRPPPPPP!
'Ooh, strengthy farts," she commented, as the vile cabbage stench invaded Nick's nostrils. Ashley turned round to him and stared at him pitifully, before embracing him with a weak little hug. Nick didn't know where he was anymore, or even if he was alive, so he didn't know what to think about Ashley actually hugging him. Ashley took advantage of this and slowly took hold of Nick's left hand and moved it far up her curvy arse, before releasing a gust of wind on it: GGRRRRRPPPPP! He then shoved Nick's contaminated hand right into his face, forcing Nick to endure the stench of his own hand. Nick's senses were gone by now, though, but Ashley was still hell-bent on testing one of them. 'Nick, get down," she commanded, while pushing down on Nick's shoulders, to force him into a hunched sitting position in the claustrophobic gas closet. Nick could only obey in his near-KO'ed state and almost collapsed onto the floor. Ashley turned around and seductively and slowly pulled up her dress, revealing her amazingly shapely and fatal bottom. She wiggled it playfully in front of Mick's face, before insulting him once more: FFFRRRRREEEEEPPPPP! A squeaker escaped from her ass, finding its new home in the closet, and also Nick's waiting nostrils. Stinking of rotten waste, it was a new addition to the melting pot of odours that Ashley was accumulating. She breathed in deeply:
'Ah, nothin' like the smell of fresh farts!" she remarked. 'And stale ones," she added in Nick's ear, with glee. She positioned her butt over Nick's head, and waited for the moment when Nick would realise this. Nick slowly and wearily looked at the beautifully deadly sight above him, and it was then that Ashley descended. Her thong-clad ass landed square on Nick's nose, allowing Ashley's farts the best opportunity to damage Nick. Ashley moaned with pleasure as she adjusted her backside all over Nick's face and head, before finally settling on one spot: PPPFFFFFTTTT! She dropped her gassy load right in Nick's ear causing Nick to wince initially, but then he stopped. She pushed Nick's face back into her butt and again broke wind, this time into Nick's nose. 'Come on, Nick, smell 'em!" She constantly readjusted her butt on his face and head, farting all over it. PPPPRRRPPPT! To the mouth: BBBRRPPTTTT! On the head: BBRRRUMMMPP! She pulled open his right eye: BBRRRURRTT! A very sharp and windy blast into the eye, which made Nick shoot back in pain. Ashley grabbed Nick's nose with one hand and his chin with the other, pulling open his mouth: PPPPRRT! PPPRRRRRPPPP! Nick again reeled back, this time trying to get the taste of Ashley's rancid belly air out of his mouth, with no success. It burned like nothing else, peeling the inside of his mouth. While Nick was weakly squirming, Ashley seized the moment and farted in his ear again, in a high-pitched attempt at deafening him. She then rammed his nose up her butthole and let one loose once more. 'Come on, Nick, aren't my farts just the BEST?" Nick somehow found the power to shake his head, although it was very slightly. Ashley was incensed by this. 'Who the hell has better farts than ME?" she asked violently, grabbing Nick by the collar. But it was almost too late for Nick who was spluttering and gasping for clean air, but all he could find was the farty air surrounding the two of them. 'Who has better farts? TELL ME!" she ordered, shoving Nick back and forth into the wall.
'A friend of mine-"
'Who?! Who is it?"
'She's called Adelaide-"
'Where does she live?"
'23, Clementine Avenue..." he trailed off. He slumped over where he was sitting: he was dead. But Ashley couldn't care less, as she had all the information she needed , she pulled down her dress, and pulled a key out of her bra: she slipped it into the keyhole, and opened the door. As she opened it, a wealth of fresh air rushed into the closet and her lungs. She realized how powerful her gas really was as she inhaled fresh air for the first time in what , 4 or 5 hours? She didn't really care how badly she reeked of eggs , she was off to Clementine Avenue...

Ashley approached the door of this house she had been told to go to: the house containing a girl that even Nick considered to be a better farter than Ashley, the very girl who killed him with her farts. Clementine Avenue... she was there. Outside the house of someone who was allegedly her nemesis. She walked up to the door, and knocked politely.

The door opened slightly, but a chain prevented it from opening further.
"Hello?" called out a voice. An attractive little face peered through the crack, blonde-haired and blue-eyed. Ashley put on a serious expression.
"Are you Adelaide?" she asked. The girl nodded. "Adelaide, I'm afraid I have some bad news for you. May I come in?" Although Adelaide was somewhat sceptical, she opened the door and let Ashley in.

"So what's the news?" Adelaide asked, worry in her voice. Ashley paused, sighed, and started to speak.
"Do you know anyone called Nick?"
"Yes. Only one person," Adelaide confirmed.
"I'm afraid that Nick has passed away," Ashley reported, while Adelaide gasped.
"How do you know this? Did you know Nick?" Adelaide asked. Ashley nodded.
"I did. I was a tragic death." Adelaide was shocked, but wished to know more.
"How do you know what happened to him? Did the police tell you?" Ashley shook her head.
"No." An evil smile struck her face. "I killed him." Adelaide gasped in horror, probably in the fact that she thought she was now going to die. "And now, Adelaide, it is your time to face the music." Adelaide shook her head in disbelief.
"How did you kill him? Why? Why?" Adelaide was so distressed, but realised that she needed to give herself some time to escape from this psycho.
"Oh, it was simple really. He was arrogant and pig-headed, and needed extermination. How did I do it? Even simpler. I forced him into a cupboard, and I, er, well... supplied him with gas."
"Gas?"
"Well, a special sort of gas..." said Ashley, as she moved her face up to Adelaide's. "Mine." Adelaide backed away, but soon hit a wall behind her. Ashley pinned Adelaide up against the wall. "And now, I'm afraid that I'm here so that you can suffer the same fate," she said, almost in a whisper. As an evil grin appeared on her face, Adelaide thought quickly about what to do , she headbutted Ashley, picked up a vase, and smashed it over her head, knocking Ashley out cold.

Ashley woke up groggily, staring up at a ceiling in a calm, cream-coloured room, with lamps in each corner. She tried to sit up, but felt a huge strain on her arms. As she looked to her sides, she saw that her hands were tied to a bedstead. Her ankles had also been tied together with, what was that... panties? After a few minutes, Adelaide entered the room, carrying a tray full of food , boiled eggs, chilli, cabbage and a pot of baked beans among other things.
"Hello? Are you awake, yet, sleepyhead? Good," said Adelaide, almost caringly. "Because you made a big mistake messing with the number one fart artist in the country."
"Fart artist?" said Ashley, completely shocked.
"You bet, honey. I get my radio debut next week. ëAdelaide the Fartiste' is my name. And I'm going to teaching you a lesson. One that you're going to wish never would happen." Ashley was wrapped in fear, but Adelaide just sat on the side of the bed with the tray of food on her lap. Ashley watched in horror as Adelaide sat there and digested the various gas-inducing foods: Adelaide slowly spooned the baked beans in her mouth, and once she had finished that, she moved on the pot of chilli, some of which she ate on its own, some of which was eaten with the cabbage. She put the boiled eggs on a plate, and set that down by the bed, while she dropped the tray to the floor.
Ashley could hear the stomach of the Fartiste churning and groaning loudly as Adelaide crawled onto the bed towards her. Adelaide leaned over, her face almost touching Ashley's.
"That's a hell of a lot of food for such a petite girl like me to digest, you know," she said, before a BBBLLLEEEERRRRRRPP! She belched right in Ashley's face, giggling, which left a horrible, chilli-like odour in Ashley's face. Still laughing, the angelic-looking Adelaide shook her head, while she turned around, and leaned back, sitting her mini-skirted butt onto Ashley's face.
"No! NO! Get off me! Stop!" cried Ashley, but Adelaide nestled herself right on her face.
"Now, whoever you are, don't shout or scream, I've been very kind and left your mouth clear. If you don't shut up, I'll have to, er, block it, won't I?" she said. "By the way, what is your name?"
"What do you care?" spat Ashley.
"I just want to have a little information about the face I'm using for my radio warm-up, that's all," she replied, snickering. She sat back down on Ashley, almost completely covering her mouth anyway, and certainly filling Ashley's nose with her ass. Her stomach continued to growl loudly, meaning that Adelaide was almost ready. "Oooh, do you hear all that moaning and groaning? And it's all for you. Now, are you going to answer me? What's your name?"
"Ashley," she sighed.
"Good. Now, I brought this for you," Adelaide said, affixing a nasal strip onto Ashley's nose. "Now, let's get you inhaling nice and deeply now, okay? You don't want to be upsetting me, now do you?" She laughed to herself again, and nestled her ass on top of Ashley's nose. Ashley had to inhale as much as she could, for fear of upsetting her dominatrix. Who knows what this girl was capable of? "You should feel privileged for this special, personal performance I'm about to give you. Here we go, get yourself ready... it'll be a blast!" Adelaide tugged on Ashley's hair to push her face further up her butt, even though the red skirt was a barrier of some sort.

After a minute of just sitting on her face, Adelaide decided that the time to begin was now.
"Ashley, dear," she said, trying to sound as caring and concerned as possible. "Ashley, this little show is going to begin, okay? I'll even announce what I'm going to do for you. It'll be great, you'll see." Adelaide started to breathe heavily and prepare herself: this was serious for her. "Okay, Ashley, the first one is going to be a simple SBD to get me started, and you prepared. Now, don't forget, breathe deeply, or else..." Adelaide clenched her cheeks together; Ashley braced herself. Both women were breathing very strongly, as Adelaide broke wind: FFFFPPPPRRRRRSSSSSSsssss.... "Now get your nose up there, bitch, and sniff that fart," ordered Adelaide, completely differently from her soothing tone before. Ashley breathed in deeply, and was horrified by what she smelt: it was SO bad. It was so hot from that chilli, that it burned her nose. And those baked beans had made the stench even more rotten. Adelaide leant back and smelt the air behind her. "Oooh, not bad , not my best, but not bad." Not her best? Good god, what was her best? She was so worried that she forgot to carry on inhaling that unbelievable stench. "Come on, you little bitch!" said Adelaide, slapping Ashley hard twice. "Carry on smelling that! That's too good to waste!" Adelaide leaned over, her ass still firmly on Ashley's face, and grabbed a boiled egg.
"You know, Ashley, you little whore, these little eggs go right through me," she told her victim. And with that, she quickly ate and swallowed half of the boiled egg. Soon after, she devoured the second piece. It wasn't long before her stomach was rumbling once again. "Wow, do you hear all that rumbling? Yeah? And who's it for? That's right... it's just , for , you," she told Ashley. Suddenly, Adelaide clenched her buttcheeks once again. "Ooh, here comes a machine gunner!" BRAP-BRAP-BRAP-BRAP-BRAP-BRAP-BRAP-BRAP-BRAP-BRAP-BRAP-FRAP-FRAP-FFFFRRRAAAAPPPPPPpp.... Adelaide immediately stuffed Ashley's face in there, and Ashley dutifully inhaled all the gas there was, and there sure was plenty of it. Ashley was blinded by Adelaide's red miniskirt, and her ears and nose were really the only sense she had left available: Adelaide ensured that both these senses were abused. "Come on, bitch, inhale it properly! You'd better start to like this, cos there's plenty more where that come from!" Laughing loudly, she steadied herself. "Screw this announcement shit, I'm just going for it!" BBBRRRRPPPP! A loud squeaker erupted from her ass, and deposited it's stinky load right in Ashley's face. And the stench , how could a human being fart so badly? It was so strong that Ashley started coughing and spluttering all over the place.
"No, you've got to stop this-"
"No way you weak-assed little bitch! You killed my best friend by doing what I do best! The least you can expect is a little of your own damn medicine! Now get your little nose back up there! Now!" she commanded. Ashley regained herself, and once again positioned her nose in Adelaide's butt. "Here it comes..." Adelaide warned, as Ashley heard the rumbling in her oppressor's stomach getting ever nearer, until: FFFNNNARRRRPPPP! A strange sounding, loud and proud fart blew into Ashley's face, which she had to breathe in. Fortunately for Ashley, it seemed as though some of the smell had been sacrificed for the loud sound, but saying that , this fart still smelt far, FAR worse than anything Ashley herself could ever hope to achieve. Adelaide again leant back to sample her ëhome cooking'. "Hmm, good and loud, it was, but not quite enough of a nice smell." Ashley continued to inhale breath after breath, somehow still conscious, but this gas was going to her head, causing her to become dizzy and unaware of exactly where she was. She thought back to the beginning of the night, when she had been so happy, so pleased with herself. She thought about the meal, and then to her gassing of that prick, Nick. She had been so happy, and now look where she was. She started to cry.

Adelaide looked behind to see Ashley sobbing. She had another twisted idea. Clambering off Ashley, and off the bed, she left the room. Ashley was relieved to be free of this asphyxiation, although she wasn't sure for how long. She was horrified to see what Adelaide returned with: a lighter. Adelaide returned and sat on Ashley's face, just to ensure Ashley could still move. Ashley was in genuine terror now. What was Ashley going to do with that lighter? It was all too obvious.
"Ashley, dear, I'm going to try something out on you. I don't think it's been done before. I've got a real good one brewing up, and I'm going to make sure you get a nice effect to it. You might want to close your eyes, though," she said, and laughed evilly. She moved herself so that she was squatting over Adelaide's face, and she reached in between her legs to put the lighter her to her butthole. "Ooh, here it comes," she warned. And then, she farted a long rippling one, and set it alight! The flames licked Ashley's face, but only slightly, singing her eyebrows and lashes. Ashley screamed loudly, but Adelaide immediately capitalised on this and sat down hard on Ashley's face, with her butthole directly on top of Ashley's open mouth. "Now this is interesting for me. Ashley, be a dear and tell me how this one tastes, alright?" Adelaide clenched once again, and then pushed a long one out: BBBBBRRRRRRRPPPPTTTTT!
"Wow!" cried Adelaide, delighted. "It echoed!" Adelaide was very pleased with the sound it made, but decided that her next move would really have to torment Ashley. "Suck this one up, Ash!" She pushed one out: PPPPPRRRRRSSSSSPPPPSS!! A wicked, vile SBD pouring forth from Adelaide's butt right into Ashley's waiting mouth, but she somehow resisted the urge to cough. Adelaide laughed and wiggled her arse, humiliating Ashley even further, while Ashley had to suck that foul belly air straight from the source. It actually tasted of something , like rotten eggs and sour milk, and it was so hot that it almost burned Ashley's mouth. Adelaide then, for some reason unknown to Ashley, stood up a little bit, so that her bum was precariously over Ashley's face. Ashley took the chance to breathe in some fresh air, but even then she could still smell Adelaide's reeking butt.
"Oh no you don't," said Adelaide: FFFFRRRRPPPPPPPP! As another batch of intestinal gas rained down on Ashley, polluting the air she was breathing and ensuring that Adelaide remained about the only thing that she could smell. "I'm going to let you seal your obedience to me, now, Ashley," said Adelaide smiling wickedly. In her dazed state, Ashley was just pleased not to have Adelaide's weight sat on her nose. "Now come on, Ashley , tell me that I am your mistress."
"No. No, I won't," she replied drowsily.
"Oh, I think you will..." said Adelaide, lowering herself back onto to Ashley's face.
"NOOO!" screamed Ashley. "NOOOOO-" BBRRPPPT! She was cut off by a short but powerful fart which actually hurt Ashley's nose. "Breathe it ALL in, you little bitch!" demanded Adelaide, as she continued to sit on Ashley's poor face, feeling the air be sucked in and pushed back out by her nose. "There's a good little slave, breathe it all in," said Adelaide, patting Ashley on the head patronisingly, as she returned to that squatting position, just above her victim's face. All this methane was starting to give Ashley serious problems... her head was spinning, and she couldn't quite realise where she was, only the fact that she was being dominated by some flatulent, demented psychopath. "Now, where were we? Oh yes , you were about to tell me who your mistress is, weren't you, dear?" Ashley had to reply.
"You are my mistress," she said, which pleased Adelaide greatly.
"And you are what?" she asked, which Ashley, even in her confounded state, knew the answer to.
"I am your slave, mistress," she said. Adelaide was really starting to like this.
"Tell me that you worship my ass."
"I worship your ass, mistress," Ashley droned. Adelaide had effectively drugged Ashley up, and now she was taking advantage.
"So, you gassed my Nick to death, did you?" Ashley nodded slowly. "Look at yourself , you're pathetic. How could you kill Nick with your poor gas, especially after he'd been around me for so long?" Ashley shook her head, which left Adelaide a little confused. Nevertheless, she continued. "Tell me that my farts are infinitely superior to yours," she told Ashley.
"Your farts are infinitely superior to mine, mistress," Ashley said.
"And they smell like roses, don't they?"
"Your farts smell like roses, mistress," Ashley repeated.
"How dare you! My farts smell much better than roses! Take this, slave! Mouth open!" Ashley opened her mouth and Adelaide sat down harshly over it. She gripped her thighs, tensed up, and let rip: BBBRRRRUUMMMMPP! She scrunched her nose to push it out, and leant back when her work was done. "Aaah, isn't that wonderful, slave?" While she was sucking out the gas, Ashley nodded slightly, so that Adelaide could feel the response from her bum. When Ashley had inhaled all the gas, Adelaide leaned up again. "Tell me how much you love my farts, slave," ordered Adelaide.
"I love your farts more than life itself, mistress," was Ashley's response.
"Excellent, slave Ashley. Now, tell me what you live for."
"I live for your farts, mistress." This pleased Adelaide immensely, even though she expected Ashley to say that she lived for her mistress. Adelaide reached over to get another boiled egg, and ate it whole this time.

It wasn't long before Adelaide's stomach was churning away, ready to release the indigestibles. She looked behind her, and saw that Ashley had her eyes closed.
"Slave," she said quietly. "Slave Ashley?" Ashley started to stir a little and her eyes re-opened. She still didn't know where she was, and was surprised to see a giant red thing in her view. "Ashley, I've got something for you," she announced, as she sat back down on Ashley's face. At that point, when she heard Adelaide's voice, she remembered where she was, and relaxed. She started to breathe deeply again, and lodged her nose up Adelaide's butt. She hadn't realised before then how firm Adelaide's round cheeks were, but she was now happy to have them covering her face. Adelaide gently massaged her own stomach, trying to force the gas down, and Ashley felt her mistress clench her buttcheeks tightly , obviously Adelaide was ready. "Hmm, I think this should be a, well... what do you think? A nice wet one?" Adelaide heard a muffled ëAnything is perfect' from underneath her arse, and so readied herself: PPPPLLLLLRRRRPPP! "Oh, wow!" wailed Adelaide, as Ashley started to breathe in her gaseous gift. "You wanted wet, boy, was that wet!"
Ashley sniffed long and hard at her mistress' butt, which had just released a demonically foul stench upon Ashley's face , a mix of that chilli, rotten eggs, and a baked bean accent. It definitely had the strongest, foulest smell so far, which Adelaide was delighted with.
"Aren't you pleased with your mistress' private performance?" she asked.
"Yes, mistress, yes I am," Ashley replied.
"Do you belong to me? If you belong to me, tilt up your right buttcheek, and fart," she commanded. Ashley lifted the cheek, and ripped: BBBLLLLPPPTT! Adelaide dismounted from her slave's face and sniffed around Ashley's butt. "Oh, come on, Ashley," she said, disappointed, as she re-mounted her face. "You call that a fart? THIS is a fart!" FFFRRRRRRPPPPTTTT! A deafening expulsion fired into her slave's face, which Ashley dutifully inhaled. "Ashley, my slave, I'm afraid that's I'm feeling somewhat tired. I'm going to leave you with a gift for the night, okay? Mouth open." Ashley opened her mouth once again, as Adelaide sat over the opening. Deciding not to talk to Ashley while she prepared, she closed her eyes and tensed up her body. Ashley could still breathe the night's offerings in her nose, but waited for her mistress' goodnight gift. She didn't want it, but she knew that she would have to accept it, so she may as well cut her losses and accept it well. Adelaide concentrated really hard, relaxed a little, and then tensed: FFFFFPPPPPPTTTT! A loud, powerful squeaking fart shot into Ashley's mouth, which Ashley gulped up repeatedly like a good slave. After a few minutes, Adelaide stood up and sat down on the side of the bed. "Good night, slave Ashley. Sleep well." Adelaide threw the covers over the fully-clothed Ashley and left her there to sleep.

The next day, Ashley awoke just as Adelaide entered the room.
"Good morning, slave Ashley. Did you sleep well?" Even in her dominating mode, Adelaide couldn't help but be warm and affectionate. Ashley nodded, still fairly tired, but once she took a deep breath, the stench surrounding her woke her up. Her eyes shot open comedically, which made Adelaide laugh. "Here you are, I'll untie you and you can help yourself to some breakfast, okay?" Unfastening the ties on Ashley's wrists and releasing her ankles, Ashley got up, a little weary-eyed, and went into the adjacent room, where she saw a breakfast set out, of bacon, eggs, toast and coffee. "I hope you like it. Eat up, you've got a big day ahead," Adelaide said, warmly.
Ashley sat down and ate slowly. It was a lovely meal, very well-prepared, and she was extremely grateful to Adelaide, her mistress, for being to good to her. Once she finished off her breakfast, Adelaide came back in.
"Looks as though you enjoyed that," she said, this time wearing a purple blouse, a long black skirt, and glasses, making her look very intelligent, and also a bit older. "Here, I'll take this out and wash it up. You wash yourself up in the bathroom, and I'll come and show you where to go." Ashley went to the bathroom and had a shower, and Adelaide washed up the dishes.

Adelaide came to the bathroom, just as Ashley had finished getting washed. She met her new plaything at the door.
"You all right? Come on, I'll show you where to go: as I said, you've got a big day." Adelaide took Ashley's hand, and led her throughout the house; it was a very nice place, very tastefully done in Ashley's opinion. Finally, the two reached a room, which appeared to be a study, with a laptop and a small pillow in the middle of it on the floor. "What you're going to do for me is just lie your head on that pillow, okay?" Adelaide made it seem as though she was doing Ashley a favour; Ashley actually felt as though she was fortunate to be in this position. She bent down and rested her head on the cushion , it was such a nice feeling, she thought. Adelaide stood over her, the long black skirt almost touching her already, and sat down on Ashley's face. The long skirt formed almost a tent over Ashley's face, ensuring nothing could get in , or out. She rested the laptop on Ashley's stomach, and sat on her knees and Ashley's face.
"I've an important project to do regarding my stage work as the Fartiste, so please don't disturb me," she asked, although it was clearly an order. Ashley had Adelaide's silk pantied butt on her face, waiting for the first blast to come. It didn't take long.
Adelaide was putting together a set of posters advertising her appearance on the radio next week, when she had two different ideas for the same thing at once , she thought about it for a bit, and then- BBBRRPPPT! "Yeah, that's a good idea," she said to herself, deciding on one of the choices. Ashley inhaled the egg fart that had been torn onto her nose, and almost tasted it. It was very strong, and breathing it all in was very difficult. Adelaide continued to put together her posters, but again came to a tough choice , blue or yellow for the background? She relaxed her butt, and then pushed: FFFFFRRRPPPTTT!! A foul rippler pushed into Ashley's nose, which she breathed in well: it smelt really bad, as though Adelaide was about to have an accident.
"Okay, Ashley, you've had enough for now. I'm going to fix me a good lunch , you just stay here." Only 2? thought Ashley. She was sure Adelaide was going to give her much more than that. Oh well, at least her mistress was happy , Adelaide in a bad mood could be disastrous.

Adelaide fixed herself a lunch of chilli con carne, which would be tearing her up inside, and came back into the room.
"Sorry about this morning's poor performance, I just wasn't in the mood, I had to get that presentation finished, okay? Now I'm ready, I'm just going to sit and relax, read a book or something. Actually," she said, upon having an idea, "I'll talk with you." Ashley didn't know how to receive this idea , she followed Adelaide to the living room, and sat down with her on the couch. "You know, slave, I'm starting to quite like you. You're so good and obedient, and I'm so pleased you've decided to seal your future with me. You do still want to serve me, don't you, slave?"
"Yes, mistress Adelaide," replied Ashley, with an amount of conviction that really pleased Adelaide.
"You know, I always wanted to have a slave of my very own. I didn't believe it was possible for someone with so little money as me to have one. But then you came along. I didn't want you to be my slave at first; I just wanted to punish you. But when I saw how powerful my farts were on you, I had to take advantage. And now look , my very own slave. You know, slave Ashley, there used to be people in my high school and college who labelled me as disgusting because I farted a lot. Just because I didn't bottle all my gas up, I was disgusting. I never had a boyfriend. I was a loser. A gassy loser! Can you believe that?"
"No, mistress Adelaide, why would anyone dislike you?" asked Ashley.
"Because people are ignorant. But you aren't are you?"
"No, mistress Adelaide," replied Ashley.
"And what do you live for?" asked Adelaide.
"Your-" BBBBRRRRPPPPTTTT! Adelaide looked at Ashley with a very self-satisfied face, and lifted her left cheek, beckoning Ashley to get her face down there.
"Yeah, I thought so," the mistress said. Ashley leant down and started to inhale the dry, loud and airy fart that her mistress had just cracked off for her. However, she wasn't able to inhale it all, so Adelaide smelled it too, and started laughing at her efforts. BBBRRRUMMMPPP! She farted right into the seat, and then wafted the smell into her slave's nose. "I can't believe it," she said, stroking Ashley's hair, "I finally have my own fartsniffer." FFFRRRRRPPPP! Another loud one blew into Ashley's face, and she sniffed it all up.
They continued with that for the rest of the afternoon , Adelaide farting and Ashley breathing it all up. They did it for an hour and a half... until... Adelaide drew Ashley's face up to hers... and... and... they kissed.

A few hours later, after that kiss, Adelaide went out to get some shopping, having expressly forbade Ashley from looking through her files on the laptop. However, Ashley thought that there was no way that Adelaide would find out, and she was curious about what this performance was going to entail.
So, she opened up the laptop and started searching. It appeared that Adelaide wasn't going to have her very own show , she was just participating in a lowly farting contest against a bunch of men. Ashley was very surprised, when she heard her worst nightmare , Adelaide had come back early. Before Ashley could shut the laptop down, Adelaide entered the room.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she bellowed, furious with her slave. "How dare you?" Ashley was speechless , she had disobeyed her mistress, and now she was in trouble. Adelaide lost her warm attitude, and grabbed hold of Ashley's wrist, dragged her into the bedroom, and threw her on the bed. "I thought I could trust you! And then you do this!" she shouted, while tying Ashley's wrists to the bed again. "I thought you were coming round to this! I was going to treat you almost equally to your mistress, and then you do this!" She tied Ashley's ankles together again, finishing the tying up process. She sat down hard on Ashley's face, and readied herself. BBBBRRRPPPTT! FFFRRRPPP! Two harsh farts slammed into Ashley's nose. "Inhale, you slave bitch!" demanded Ashley, forcefully. Ashley sniffed these up even harder than before, which was very difficult as these were so strong and thick and hot. "Mouth open," commanded Adelaide. Ashley did exactly this, and Adelaide sat her bum right on the mouth opening. "If you can tell me what I had for lunch, then I'll let this pass. If you can't then you're mine to do whatever I like with," Adelaide informed Ashley, although Ashley couldn't see the difference between the two options. Of course, Adelaide had prepared and eaten her chilli con carne in a separate room, so Ashley didn't know what she had eaten. "Ready?" asked Adelaide, although she was not going to listen to the response. PPPPRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPP! A long, slow, rippling fart emptied into Ashley's mouth, which she sucked in and started to taste. It really didn't taste of anything in particular , it was hot, as usual , baked beans, perhaps? Yes, that would explain the flatulence of her mistress, she thought. After a couple of minutes of sucking the fart from her butt, Ashley gave Adelaide her answer.
"I think it's baked beans, mistress," announced Ashley, confident of getting the answer right. Adelaide grinned widely.
"Wrong answer."
"No! NOOOO!" cried Ashley.
"Mouth open," ordered Adelaide, almost as if Ashley was a robot. Ashley did indeed open her mouth, and Adelaide took out two bits of cotton wool she had stored in her blouse, and stuffed them into the nostrils of Ashley. BBBBRRRPPPPTTT!! FFFFRRRPPPPP! PPPPPPRRRPPPSSSSSS! Three evil farts got forced into Ashley's mouth, which she has to breathe in , in was her only air now, but it wasn't enough. She started wailing, but Adelaide ignored her. BBBRRRPPPTTTTT! Adelaide farted in Ashley's mouth again. BBRRRMMMPPP! Once more, hot and evil. "Come on, slave, inhale that's devil's breath!" Ashley did, as much as she could, but she was losing it... PPPRRRPPPPP! Another one. FFFRRRRRPPPPPPTTT! Another one. PPPPRRRRPPTTTT! ANOTHER one , Ashley was going... she was fading... Adelaide could feel Ashley going, until... Ashley breathed her last breath, right on her mistress' butt. Adelaide looked down at the dead body beneath her deadly bottom , she was a murderer now. She smiled at this realisation, and said, "Well, one's just not enough!"

The ASSassin , part 3

Disturbingly happy with her murder of Ashley, Adelaide got up off Ashley's dead face, and took the body into her car. After dumping the body in a local river, Adelaide returned home and looked inside Ashley's supercar that she had left at Adelaide's house.
"Very nice," said Adelaide, taking the keys out of the ignition and walking back into the house.

Adelaide realised that soon, someone was going to realise that Ashley was missing, so she had leave the house very quickly. She gathered up some clothes, some food, all the cash she could find and set off in Ashley's supercar.

Adelaide thought through what she was going to do , she was going to travel as far away as she could, and steal someone's house. By steal, of course, she was going to have to ëpersuade' the residents to leave, and ensure they didn't come back.

After many hours of driving, she found her house , the one she wanted to have. She pulled up on the drive , just one car in front of the huge mansion. It was surely occupied by just the one person, wasn't it? A handsome young bachelor would be quite the catch , she hadn't had sex for ages. Nevertheless, she went up to the front door, composed herself, and knocked.

A Hispanic looking, pleasantly round yet slightly angled face answered the door , a female face. Adelaide sighed in her head, but continued with her plan.
"Good evening. I'm afraid that I have some very bad news for you," she started, which the Hispanic face responded to with horror.
"What is it?" the woman asked? She must have been about 25 or so , she'd clearly done very well for herself.
"Do you know someone named Mike?" she asked, deliberately picking a common name in the hope that this woman would know someone by that name.
"Yes, I do." Adelaide, a wave of relief washing over her, put a very sad face on.
"I think I'd best come in," Adelaide recommended, as the Hispanic woman allowed her through.

Adelaide walked in, and immediately found the kitchen.
"So what's happened to Mike?" the Hispanic woman asked.
"Mike , Mike , Mike's been killed," Adelaide responded, mournfully. Before the other woman could reply, Adelaide quickly said, "I think I'll get us some coffee." With her Hispanic prey totally distraught, Adelaide was quickly able to get through to the kitchen. Of course, her intention wasn't to make some coffee; she was after a knife. She found a very long one, looked like a dagger, and went into the next room, where the upset woman was sitting down, facing away from the kitchen. Adelaide took the knife, put it behind her back, and went up to the sofa where the Hispanic woman was sitting, weeping. Adelaide sat down, at which point the woman noticed she didn't have any coffee.
"Wh-where's the coffee?" she asked, through the tears, at which point Adelaide revealed the knife, and put it to the Hispanic woman's throat.
"There's not going to be any coffee, okay? You can have this, though." Adelaide lifted her left asscheek; BBBBRRRPPPPPTT! A long, rippling fart echoed around the room, much to the Hispanic's lady's revulsion. An eggy stench wafted up from Adelaide's butt, straight into the two woman's noses. Adelaide was very proud of that one , very strong, pretty loud. A good start to the night. "Now, you're going to tell me your name, you're going to go upstairs into your bedroom, and I'm going to tie you up. No other speaking, just do it," Adelaide commanded, surprised by how serious she sounded.
"Tina," she Hispanic woman said, and then she walked up the stairs, Adelaide behind her with the knife, and went to the bedroom.
"Good girl," Adelaide said, as the two women entered the main bedroom , it was stunningly like Adelaide's own. A little more blue than cream, but still done in the same tasteful style. Tina slowly turned on all the lights in the room, and turned around to face Adelaide.
"What are you going to do now?" Tina asked, quietly.
"Where are your panties?" Adelaide asked. Tina went over to a drawer which contained many pairs. "Good. Now, get me a T-shirt and a pair of jeans that should fit me tightly, but not too tightly." Tina did exactly as she was told, and handed Adelaide the clothes she had requested. "Well done, Tina. Now lie down on your bed." Tina did this, as Adelaide grabbed a clutch of the panties. Adelaide then proceeded to tie Tina's hands to the bedstead and her ankles together with those panties, just as she had done to Ashley. Just for safety, she also stuffed a pair into Tina's mouth.

Adelaide went to the bathroom to change from the long skirt and blouse into the red T-shirt and tight jeans, and then returned to Tina.
"I'm just going to go downstairs and get something to eat. I'm a little hungry, okay?" Of course, whatever Tina said was irrelevant.

Adelaide returned, full up on all sorts of food, to see Tina crying slightly.
"Oh, don't cry now, little girl, it won't be that bad," she said, as she climbed onto the bed. She sat herself right down next to Tina's face, her denim cheeks just avoiding contact with the other girl's cheek. While stroking Tina's worried face, Adelaide spoke to her.
"Now come on, don't worry. All you need to do to escape this is to hand over your house and keys to me, okay? What do you say?" she asked. Tina looked stunned, and even stopped breathing for a few seconds, before she quickly shook her head. "Oh, come on, Tina," said Adelaide, "it's gotta be better than this, right?" Once again, Tina shook her head. "Oh well, that's alright. But perhaps this will persuade you otherwise, so hear me out..." She lifted her left cheek, the one closest to Tina's face, and pushed: BBBRRRPPPT! A foul, rotten egg-like smell washed over Tina's face, as Adelaide remained perched on her right cheek, allowing the stench to leave her butt completely. Tina had to inhale the smell, because she could only breathe through her nose at this point, until Adelaide finally sat back down on her left bun. Tina was now finding it difficult to breathe , that was a really horrible one, and she absolutely hated it.
Adelaide got up off the pillow, but leant over Tina, who was still suffering. Much to Tina's pleasant surprise, Adelaide actually removed the panties that were in Tina's mouth, and walked away to the door with them; however, Adelaide stopped in the doorframe, ass facing Tina, and rammed the panties, all scrunched up, in between her buns. Adelaide put her hands on the top of the door frame, and pushed with all her strength as Tina looked on aghast. BBBRRRAAAPP! BBRRPPT! Adelaide put her right hand to her bum, and readjusted the panties: PPPRRRPPPT! PPPRRRRSSPPP! Again, she readjusted them: BBBRRRRPPPMMMMPPP! She took them out of her denim crack, and held them loosely in a ball, before stuffing them into Tina's resistant mouth once again. Tina started to breathe through her nose, but Adelaide wasn't going to let that happen.
"Uh-uh, Tina, don't start breathing through your nose. If you do, I'm afraid I'll have to sit on it," she warned. Sit on it? Oh my God, this girl is a psychopath, thought Tina, absolutely terrified of that potential fate. She was so scared that she even began to breathe through her mouth, but all she got was a mouthful of thick, vile air , not especially hot, but so, so thick, it was almost too thick to breathe. It was like rotten eggs, but twice as bad.
Adelaide looked on contentedly, as Tina suffered terribly. She looked at a clock on the wall , it was now midnight, time for her to go to sleep, but before she did, she searched around in Tina's bathroom for something, and then she quickly found it. She returned to Tina's bedroom with the two small pieces of cotton wool that she had been after, and showed them to Tina.
"These are for you tonight, Tina. Just gotta make sure they're alright, first," she said, before stuffing one of the pieces down her jeans and panties, and sticking it in her clean crack, and up her butthole. BBBRRRPPPT! She took out that piece, and stuffed the other into exactly the same position: FFFFRRRRSSSSS... She took that one out, and put them both near Tina, so she could a first whiff; Tina almost retched at the smell. "I've got one with a wet fart, and another with an SBD. See? I'm giving you're the best of both worlds," said Adelaide, with that usual caring tone in her voice. She stuffed both pieces into Tina's nostrils, and left her to wallow in the stench.
Adelaide went to the second biggest bedroom in the house, after finding a jar and some training sweatpants. She took off her top and bra, it was a warm night, and replaced the jeans and panties with just the sweats. She then put the jar down the pants, with the opening right on her arse. She positioned it so that it should store anything that came out of her butt during the night, and tightened up the pants so that the jar would not move. She then lay on her side on the bed, and fell asleep.

Adelaide had horrible gas that night, which was all stored in the jar. She woke up that morning, and waddled along to the pantry, topless, with the jar still in her pants, and found the lid , she managed to put the lid on in her pants, preventing any of the gas from escaping. After putting the jar in the pantry, she returned to Tina's bedroom, where she found Tina fast asleep, still breathing through the cotton wool and the panties , just enough air got in, it seemed.
"Hello, there , good morning, Tina," she said, as Tina stirred. Adelaide removed the panties from the Hispanic beauty's mouth, and Tina gratefully accepted to opportunity to gulp in plenty of untainted air. Adelaide smiled, and then removed the cotton wool from her nostrils , Tina looked so happy. This in turn made Adelaide very happy, as she sat back down on the pillow, beside Tina's face. "I've given you an evening to think about it, Tina, so... will you give me your house and everything?" Adelaide really wanted the house , she couldn't risk going back to where she lived before.
"Who actually are you? And why are you doing this to me?" PPPPRRRRFFFTTT. Adelaide farted a fairly quiet one, then lifted her left cheek up, and wafted the smell into Tina's face with her hand, nonchalantly.
"Now come along, have a little more respect. Remember what position you're in... well, I'm Adelaide, and I need to have your house, preferably not with you in it. I'll try it again: will you give me your house?" she asked, once again.
"No, no I can't, it's my mother's-" BBBRRRFFFFTTT! Adelaide continued wafting the gas over to Tina, and shook her head in dismay. Once the smell had gone, she left the room and got changed into the T-shirt and jeans.
She had breakfast, washed all the dishes that were in the sink, and cleaned as many rooms in the giant house that she could manage. She then returned to Tina's bedroom, and untied her.
"Come on, Tina, up you get. I've cleaned up, I hope you like it," said Adelaide , try as she might, Tina just couldn't hate her, even after what she had done.
Adelaide guided Tina downstairs, into the kitchen, when this awful stench flooded into her head.
"Sorry about the smell, Tina, I've been farting," Adelaide explained. "Now, I did the washing up, as I said, and managed to squeeze out a few nice ones on your bowls , they made a great echo sound! Your refrigerator was in a bit of a state, too, so I tended to that , I saw you had a roast chicken, well done you! I love roast chicken, it gives me the best gas! So anyways, we'll have that tonight , it's a funny story, see, because I shoved the chicken into my arse, and let rip the BIGGEST fart you'll ever hear! I bet you heard it, actually!" This was seriously disturbing Tina now , this woman was taking such pleasure in something that she thought was so perverted. Adelaide pointed out all the food that Adelaide had gassed , soups, beef, pork, all sorts of vegetables , and the smell was absolutely overpowering: Tina was close to fainting.
Adelaide then grabbed Tina's wrist and took her out of the kitchen, and down to the wine cellar. Oh no, thought Tina, I've got some priceless wine down there , she couldn't have...? But Adelaide confirmed Tina's worst fears, as she explained what she had done down there.
"I saw you had some wine down here, Tina, and I don't know about you, but I can't stand the stuff. I find it usually needs a bit of a tang added to it, don't you?" Tina shook her head in dismay and disbelief. "So, I opened a good few of them, and added my own personal touch!" Tina was horrified: so many dollars of wine ruined, tainted by this evil bitch's farts! Tina watched on as Adelaide re-opened one of the best wines in the cellar, and poured out two glasses of it. Adelaide handed one of the glasses to Tina, and proposed a toast: "To me, and my wonderful flatulence!" she said, laughing, as she clinked Tina's glass. Tina, terrified of what this psycho could do to her, started to drink the polluted wine with Adelaide. And the taste , indescribable. Tina had to resist the naturally strong urge to spit it all out in Adelaide's face, for fear of the punishment that could entail. Adelaide, on the other hand, was gulping the wine down joyfully. "Wine always tastes better with some ëkick', don't you agree?" asked Adelaide.
"Oh, yes, of course, Adelaide," Tina replied, with a quivering tone in her voice. Adelaide smiled warmly, and took Tina into the study.

"I saw that your books needed a bit of a dusting... and a farting, so I did both for you. I think it was page 82 of Great Expectations , go have a look," Adelaide ordered, with a suggestive tone in her voice. Tina wandered over to the bookshelves, fighting through the nauseating odours, and reached Great Expectations, one of her favourite books. She flicked to page 82, as her tormentress has told her , wham. The unbelievable stink that rose from that page knocked Tina to the floor. Adelaide laughed, and helped Tina up to her feet. "Oh, look at the time , I'm hungry, so I think we'll have some lunch. But first, come up to your wardrobe with me."

Adelaide showed Tina to her wardrobe, and opened the doors. Tina thought she had smelt the worst there was , until now. The smell didn't just knock her back this time, she actually started to retch. Adelaide smiled, pleased with her good work, and picked out a dress for Tina.
"Here you go, Tina," said Adelaide, as she handed the reeking dress to her victim. "I managed to get some good SBDs on that one, so put it on for me, and I'll start cooking the lunch. Oh, I almost forgot!" Adelaide rushed out of the room, but soon returned, holding a pair of panties. She gave them quickly to Tina. "Well put them on, silly! They'll lose their effect!" Tina looked at the panties , they were actually warm from Adelaide's obvious actions. Tina started to get dressed.

Minutes later, once Tina was fully clothed in fart, she found herself sat at her dinner table, with all the cutlery and such laid out for her by Adelaide. Adelaide came out from the kitchen, and as Tina looked at her, she was stunned. Adelaide was standing there, dressed solely in an apron and a chef's hat. Adelaide's front was covered by the apron, Tina noticed. Adelaide was carrying a glass of water, which she gave to Tina.
"Here's some of my water, the dinner shouldn't be too long." Tina was worried. Her water? What did that mean? Tina was worried, but got even more worried as she saw Adelaide turn her back to go into the kitchen , Adelaide's front may have been completely covered, but the only part of her back covered up was a small strip along her flesh , everything else was on show, and of course that meant her bottom as well. Tina put the glass of water to her lips, and realised what Adelaide had meant , she had passed gas in the water. Tina tasted it, and found that it was even worse than she could have thought.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Adelaide was cooking mincemeat for lunch. She had it in the frying pan, and it was almost ready, when she felt a twist in her stomach. She removed the frying pan from the hob, carefully lowered it, and pushed: PPPRRPPTT! BBBRRPPPHH! Sighing with relief and pleasure, Adelaide returned the pan to the hob and continued cooking.
In the dining room, Tina sipped slowly at the tainted water, trying to look as though she liked it , she couldn't afford to upset Adelaide. She saw Adelaide enter the room, carrying two plates of mincemeat, garnished with herbs. Adelaide put the plates on the table, went to the kitchen, and returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses; Tina noticed that the wine hadn't been opened yet , perhaps Adelaide was going to relent. Adelaide undid the bottle, but Tina was dismayed to see the psycho immediately stick the wine bottle up her butthole. PPPRRPPPPTT!! Tina could see the bubbles in the bottle. Adelaide poured out two glasses of wine, and handed one of them to Tina. Adelaide, still only wearing the apron, sat down right next to Tina, even though the table could have seated her anywhere else , it was a very long oak table, suitable for dinner parties. The smell of Adelaide's rear clogged Tina's nostrils, so she couldn't tell what Adelaide may have done to the meat in front of her.
"Eat up!" encouraged Adelaide, as she gobbled down her food. "By the way, I added a few farts to the meat, and wiped the plate with my arse before putting the meat on it." Tina couldn't believe what this woman was doing , it was seriously vile. Tina slowly spooned the meat into her mouth , it had a strong, spicy and rank taste to it. Tina struggled as she swallowed spoonfuls of the meat, and drank the foul wine. Adelaide didn't speak to Tina, so of course, Tina didn't talk to Adelaide , they were in silence, the only noise being the clashes of spoon to plate and the two women eating. BBBRRRPPTTT! The two women suddenly stopped eating, as Adelaide realised that Tina had just farted. "Did you just fart at the dinner table?" Tina looked at Adelaide ashamedly, and nodded her head.
"Yes, I did," she said, very quietly. Adelaide looked at Tina, and sighed.
"Next time, give it a bit more ëoomph', okay?" she said, as she tilted onto her left cheek, and strained slightly: BBBBRRRRPPPTTTTT! A hot, wet fart rippled off the chair, and bounced into Tina's nostrils. Adelaide smiled at Tina, and Tina did the same to Adelaide , they continued to eat their meat, although still Tina struggled.
When the two had finished their meals, Adelaide told Tina to stay seated, as Adelaide got dressed. Adelaide came back to the room, but told Tina to close her eyes. Adelaide approached Tina, silently, and stood to the side of her , PPPPFFFFFSSSSSSS! A completely silent SBD crept from Adelaide's butt up to Tina's nose, causing Tina to gag. Adelaide laughed loudly, as Tina opened her eyes to see Adelaide , she was wearing a red turtle-neck jumper, and a pair of tight denim jeans, but Adelaide had pulled down the jeans to expose only her firm pair of cheeks. That's why it smelt that bad, thought Tina, as there was no fabric to absorb the gas.
"Come on, come with me," ordered Adelaide, and Tina had to follow. While she followed Adelaide, Tina thought about the situation , only last night, she was enjoying a quiet film, getting ready for a big job interview the day after , oh no! She'd missed the interview! This was turning into more of a nightmare than she first thought , her wonderful home, all ready to welcome her husband home in just two days, has been turned into a house of farts by this flatulent psychopath. The smell of methane infested the air , there was literally no escaping it. Just waves and waves of hot gas filled every nook and cranny of the house.

Adelaide led Tina into the main bedroom, where Adelaide once again tied Tina to the bed. Adelaide, bum still exposed, sat down beside Tina's right cheek.
"I've enjoyed today so far, and we've still got roast chicken to come tonight! I'm so happy! In fact, I'm this happy..." PPPFFFTTTTTTT! A high-pitched fart whistled out from between Adelaide's buttcheeks, and hit the pillow Adelaide was sitting on. Tina was surprised that Adelaide hadn't lifted her ass up to waft the gas into her face, but immensely pleased. That was, until Adelaide lifted up, and sat on Tina's face. Tina was trapped under the stinking bumhole of her attacker, forced to breathe in the methane that had been pushed out of her intestines.
"Argh! Please! Stop! I can't breathe!" cried Tina in desperation.
"No way, Tina, you can easily breathe down there! But if you're that worried about lack of air, I guess I can give you some..." FFFRRRPPPTTTT! A loud and proud one rained down on Tina's face, and to stop Tina from avoiding the full force of the fruity blast, Adelaide clasped her hands over Tina's mouth. Tina was inhaling the gas as best she could, but there was just so much of it that Adelaide eventually smelt it. "Come on, breathe properly, otherwise I'll never be able to get up, will I?" This made Tina really start to sniff Adelaide out; the actual feeling of Tina inhaling Adelaide's gaseous offerings really turned Adelaide on. "Oohhh..." she moaned as Tina continued to sniff. BBBRRRTTT! A loud fart fell from Adelaide's bum, without needing to be forced out, but still needing to be sniffed by Tina.
After five more minutes of this treatment, Tina had been fully subdued. Adelaide continued farting, and Tina continued sniffing.
"Tina, just in case you were wondering, I suffer from a condition called ëPerpetual Flatulence'. Well, I say suffer, I actual love it , farting is my favourite thing in life, and the fact you get to smell them all makes me feel so good! I bet you feel good, too, don't you?" Tina could barely comprehend what Adelaide was saying, so she just nodded her head, while her nose poked into Adelaide's reeking rump. "I can't really explain my love for farting , it's the sheer rudeness of it, and the fact that I, something so small and cute, can produce something like this..." BBBBRRRRMMMMPPP! "Oh yeah, that was a good one! And there's another thing, I can feel proud of my farts because I can do it better than anyone else I know of: I'm the best at something, which I'm not in most things. And I just love saying ëI farted'. I don't know why, but to really turns me on. I suppose sniffing them is a turn-on for you, too?" Adelaide was saddened to feel Tina slowly shake her head from beneath her butt. "Oh Tina, that's the wrong answer," she said, as she leaned slightly to one side: KKKKRRRPPPPPTTTT! "Now do yourself a favour, and start to smell that."
"Hi Tina, honey- Who's this?!" Adelaide looked to the door, and saw a handsome 25 year-old or so man standing there.
"Who are you?" she asked, accusatively.
"I'm Nick , Tina's husband! Who the hell are you?!" he repeated.
"I'm Adelaide , new owner of this house!" she answered, as she climbed off Tina's weary face, and smashed a nearby vase over Nick's head, knocking him out cold.

Nick awoke drowsily, unable to see anything, but he was soon aware that he couldn't move, and there was a godawful stench about , he didn't think it was him.
"Wh-where am I?" he asked, groggily.
"Under my ass, honey," came a voice from above.
"Is that you, Tina?" he asked, to which a loud laugh was his reply.
"Of course not," said the voice, as the ass was lifted from his face, to reveal Adelaide's sweet face. "I'm Adelaide , nice to meet you!" she said, cackling, as she seated herself on his face again. Nick groaned, but Adelaide wasn't going to move anytime soon. "Be a good boy, and sniff this, Nick-" BBBRRRRRPPPTTTT! A violent fart exploded onto Nick's nose, and flew up his nostrils.
"Oooohhhh, yeah..." he groaned, which greatly surprised Adelaide, as she felt him sniffing hard underneath her cheeks.
"Oh, so you like that, do you? Well, take one of these babies..." she said, as she pushed out an SBD to punish him for being so pleased with the situation: FFFFRRRRSSSSSPPPP! "Ooh, a wet finish, there," she commented, as she felt Nick continuing to breathe in her methane. Adelaide thought the SBD would be too much, but not for this Nick guy, who dutifully inhaled. Adelaide was pleasantly surprised at this , had she found her man? While she thought about what could be, with a pleased grin on her face, she forced out another SBD for Nick to breathe in. Nick did so without any form of complaint , where had he developed this tolerance?
Five more minutes passed without Adelaide farting.
"Oooohhhh, come on baby, give me some of that perfume..." moaned Nick. Adelaide really was shocked by Nick's response to her actions.
"Why do you like my gas, Nick?" she asked him.
"Mmm, because it smells so good, baby," he replied.
"Why do you think it smells so good?" Adelaide questioned.
"Because that's the way you make it," he said.
"So, do you like my farts?"
"Like them? Baby, they're my heaven!" FFFRRRPPPMMPPP!
"Get that in your nose, then!" Hmm, a man with a fart fetish , a match made in heaven? thought Adelaide. "Would you leave your wife for my farts?" asked Adelaide, keen to move in on her new favourite man.
"Oh yeah, baby , Tina only farts like once a month, but you... you're perfect," he said. Adelaide glowed on the inside, which Nick then felt, as she farted a hot one: PHURT!
"Oh yeah!" they cried in union.
"So if my farts are your heaven, what does that make me, Nick?" enquired Adelaide.
"My goddess," he said. Adelaide liked that , Goddess Adelaide. Yes, it definitely had a certain ring to it.
"And if I'm your goddess, what will you do with my farts?" she asked.
"Inhale them?"
"And...?" Nick was unsure what to say , he didn't want to lose his goddess' farts, after all, so he had to be careful with his words.
"...Worship them?"
"That's right!" Adelaide squealed in joy. She rewarded her newest fartslave with a new blast: PPPRRRRPPPPPPPP! A long popper fired into Nick's face, much to his delight. Adelaide waited until she was sure the smell had gone, and sat up from Nick's face. Nick moaned, but Adelaide just left the room, to see how Tina was getting on.

Adelaide found Tina right where she had left her , tied to the master bed. Adelaide approached her with glee on her face.
"Tina, I've got some great news , Nick is going to marry me! Oh, isn't it wonderful?" Tina looked perplexed, as Adelaide, still dressed in the red turtle neck and with her bum hanging out of her jeans, straddled Tina's reluctant face. Tina's nose, once again, went straight up Adelaide's bare butthole, but this didn't last for long, as Adelaide slid down Tina's face, stopping over her mouth. Adelaide pulled Tina's mouth open, and pinched Tina's nose, and pushed hard.

Adelaide returned to Nick with another happy expression on her face, as she leant down to tell him something.
"Nick, great news , Tina's gone! Now we can get married! And you'll be with me... forever." Nick was slightly shocked at the news that his wife had been killed, but delirious that he was going to marry this farting goddess. "Now," began Adelaide, "we're going to play a little game. You will be untied, but you have to stay here while I get my hair done over at the dressing table, okay? Understand your goddess?" Nick nodded, as Adelaide untied him from the bed. Adelaide sat over at the dressing table, bottom still bared, and started on her hair. It wasn't long before she tilted: PPPPPRRRFFFTTTT! Adelaide continued doing her hair as if nothing had happened, but for Nick this was torture. He had to resist every urge in his body to run up there and sniff out his goddess. Adelaide, meanwhile, counted in her head: 1... 2... 3... 4... 5. "Okay Nick, come and worship your goddess' farts!" Nick ran faster than he ever had done before, over to the seat that Adelaide was sitting on, and stuck his nose right in there. "That's it, Nick, worship... worship," said Adelaide, as she plotted her next big scheme...