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Cindy Gets Even ***Contains forced face sitting, farting and female over female domination. If you don't like that, don't read. thanks!*** *click* The door to the copy room closed and Cindy's face was red with anger. There standing atop two boxes of copy paper using the proof scanner was Irene.. a snide, spoiled bitch that took pleasure in spreading rumours, taking credit for the work of her colleagues, and who also happened to be a little person. At just under 3 feet tall she was certainly a midget in every sense of the word, and her face wore a near constant expression of smugness. Being the daughter of the senior partner had its advantages and she exploited them on a daily basis. "I worked for eight weeks on that project! I gave up vacation time, evenings with my kids…. And you told them you did it all without any assistance? You screwed my quarterly review! No raise! No bonus! What in the hell is your problem?" Irene looked over at the visibly angry Cindy with her usual smug visage and sneered. "Some of us are meant to succeed, and others of us are there to do the grunt work. You my dear are one such grunt. Now run along and get to work on the Clarke file. If you don't have it finished by tomorrow at 7pm I'll tell my father that I've heard some dreadful things about a certain someone, and that someone had better be ready for the unemployment line." Cindy stumbled back a couple of steps. She was simply aghast that this little bitch continued to get away with anything and everything she wanted to. Something snapped inside her. She wasn't going to take this any longer…Irene had to be stopped. Why only last week her friend Martha who had worked for the firm for nearly 25 years had been fired for cause, and Cindy just KNEW Irene had something to do with it. Most everyone had gone home for the day at this point. With the noise of the printers, copiers and other office machines, this room was very heavily sound proofed to keep the office quiet. Cindy looked around and with a devious grin on her face, she pushed across the bolt lock at eye level for her…hopelessly out of reach for Irene. With a look of cold determination she walked slowly towards her tiny form, still scanning documents atop boxes of paper. Cindy was a woman of average height. She had pretty black hair, straight and shoulder length with a little grey streak showing down the middle. She was in her early forties, but looked more like a woman of 35. She was a little curvy, but by no means fat. Her bottom was round and tight, filling out her skirt nicely. She wore black pantyhose that made her lean legs look all the more attractive, and her white blouse did little to hide her well proportioned C cups. Her heels clunked heavily on the tile floor as she approached the object of her inner rage…the diminutive Irene. "Hwaah????...." yelped Irene as Cindy shoved her onto the floor. She rolled around like a turtle on its back in the desert, trying to right herself with extreme effort. Quick as anything, Cindy stomped her midsection with a swift downward motion, knocking the air out of her, causing her to moan in pain and clutch at her middle with her tiny arms. Irene's face was contorted..her lower lip was pushed out like a fat-faced child who had just bitten into a lemon by mistake. Cindy stood up off her victim, and tossed the documents into the shredder. "How D-A-R-E you!...you….you filthy, ordinary, garbage! When I get through with you….." sputtered Irene as she clutched her face and tried to sit upright after being used as a bench moments before. She wasn't given a chance to finish. "Oh shut up you stupid little bitch! I'd be more worried about my immediate future if I were you!" snapped Cindy. With that, she pushed Irene flat on her back again. She turned around so she was straddling her facing her feet, and hitched up her skirt to reveal her marvellous backside, held in its perfection by sheer black pantyhose. Underneath them there was no sign of undergarments…just a thin screen-like layer of nylon. "When I was younger, and a miserable brat didn't know her place on the school grounds, she'd be treated to a little something I like to call the steam press. That involved me sitting on their face….nose in my ass crack, while I let loose some of my fermented lentil gas into their nostrils. Oh, they'd cry and screech, and invariably some teacher would pull me off of them, but you know what? After that, they never gave me a lick of trouble again. Irene my dear, there isn't anyone in ear shot of this room. I've got an abdomen painfully full of tuna and onion gas from lunch time, and I'm going to sit on your smug little face and make sure you smell every last ounce of it. Here comes the steam press bitch…." And with that, Cindy squatted down over Irene, now struggling on the floor. She grabbed both sides of her fat face, and settled her bum down slowly, keeping her facing upright. Gently she slid herself around a bit, until she felt the pressure of Irene's nose through the thin fabric of her nylons up against her anus. "Mmmmrrr!!! MRRRRR!!!" protested Irene as she helplessly lay there, her head half swallowed up by Cindys bum. *Bbbbrrrrnnnnntttt--pfffffft* "Ahhh…." Sighed Cindy as she eased out the first of her gut bombs straight onto Irene's nose. Her mouth slightly open as she sighed, eyes half closed in pleasure as the pressure in her guts eased slightly. She flicked her hair over her shoulder and sat up straight. The stench hit first…like moldy fish and rotten eggs. It was incredibly strong, and warm as a blast from a steam iron. Cindy slid her legs out in front of her so that all of her weight was pressing down on her tiny victim's face. She folded her arms and looked back over her shoulder with a wicked grin. "This is the PRESS part of the steam press, bitch. Your face is so fat it feels like one of those gel seats they sell for bikes. All squishy. Except a bike seat doesn't cry when it gets farted on…like you're about to be yet again. " *Brrrrruuummppp! Brrrrruummmmppp!* Irene felt Cindy's anus push out against her nose, then felt the fart vibrate against her face violently. What little breath she got was through her nose, and it actually burned the inside of her nostrils. More fishy now was the stench…almost a tangible oily film to it, clinging to her sinuses like a coat of latex paint. Irene could see Cindy's two round butt halves where her nose disappeared between them. She could see the arch of her back, almost impossibly far up to her dark tresses hanging over her shoulder. A far cry from her own dirty blonde chemical perm, like some kind of scrubbing pad you'd use to clean pots in a cheap restaurant. It stuck out almost comically from under Cindy's ass… the only sign that she was indeed sitting on someone's face. Her ears rang from the pressure her head was being subjected to, and she was completely unable to move. She sobbed into her captors bottom, but it was completely muffled, sounding quite pathetic. "You know, bitch.." said Cindy "You deserve something a little special I think. I'm going to hunker down here, and blast your nose with fart, after stinking, burning fart, until I run out of gas. But then, I'm not getting off…oh no. I'm going to shart on you my dear. That's right…I'm going to push and strain until you get a little bit of a gassy splatter right through these nylons of mine. A little skidmark down the center of your face to remind you exactly where you belong…of what you mean to me and the rest of the people from this office. And when I'm done, you're going to call up your daddy and tell him about all the nasty lies you've been spreading. Because if you don't, I swear I'm going sit on your face with all of my weight until you pass out from lack of breath, and I'm going to toss you down the garbage chute to the compactor. Here it comes fart face….. " A look of concentration came over her, and her expression showed a slight strained appearance, coupled with clear contempt for the woman on whose face she sat. *Phhhrrrrrrruuuuuuuuppphh…"Ahhh"…brrrrruuuuuuuupph…"god that feels good.."…grrrrrrooont…. Grrrrt…Broothhhh…. Squartch!!* Cindy bit her lower lip as she pushed out the last of her gas, and then the last sulphury wet blast saw her expression change into a broad, victorious smile. She felt that last fart build, then sprayed her seat cushion's face with the fine, atomized mist of it like some kind of sadistic skunk. It burned her asshole as it went, so she knew Irene must be in hell. Cindy sat a moment, then fixed her hair into a pony tail before rising off of Irene's face, and her little seat's reaction was to immediately roll onto her side and begin to dry heave. She could smell nothing but Cindy's oily tuna gas, and she felt the faint trace of warm liquid sprayed onto her face by her last mighty abdominal contractions. Seeing this she again squatted over her balled up victim, pulling her pantyhose down to her knees. She heard Irene's gagging and convulsing, and looking down between her knees she let loose a stream of warm urine as forcefully as she could. The hiss of it was direct and defined, and she had a look of concentration on her face as she followed Irene's futile attempts to turn away from it. She lay there sputtering and sobbing as it got into her eyes, up her nose and soaked her face and hair. "I'm marking my territory honey…you're my little do-bee now. Thaaaats it. Choke on it bitch…." Finishing, Cindy rose and straightened herself out. She grabbed a Kleenex off the copier and gave herself a quick wipe. Irene lay in a sizeable puddle of her piss on the floor, bawling. Convinced her nemesis was now broken, Cindy calmly strutted out of the room, her hips swaying confidently side to side. Tomorrow would be a much better day in the office she thought to herself…. Cindy returned home from a rough day at the office. After her run in with Irene two weeks ago things had turned around somewhat for her. Credit for the work she had done was coming her way, and a promotion seemed to be right around the corner. However for the last two days she had received some disturbing phone calls at her desk. Apparently Irene's husband didn't like what had transpired, because he was calling and making threatening remarks, breathing heavily and generally being a jerk. Even though Irene wouldn't directly cause problems anymore, it seemed she was indirectly causing them through her useless husband. To make matters worse, no one would take the complaints seriously when they found out where the calls were coming from. No one after all wanted trouble with the boss…and that was Irene's father. Taking out her keys to unlock the door, she noticed that it was slightly ajar and a noise was coming from the living room. Peering carefully inside, it looked like a child was rifling through her belongings. Barging in at this point, she startled who it turns out was Irene's husband…also a little person like his wife. He had light brown hair, stood no more than three feet tall, and spoke to her swearing and with gutter speech, in stark contrast to his miniature business suit and fedora hat. "Well well, the slut returns home. It's a pity you found me here, but you're going to learn to mind your betters, bitch. You're gonna learn your place, you are. I've hidden enough hard drugs around this place to put you away for twenty years, just for STARTERS. You'll never find it all before I leave and call the cops, and who do you think they're gonna believe? Single mother trailer trash like you, or a respectable business man like me?" With his last sentence he flicked his collar up smugly and began to walk towards the door. "Outta my way honey. You don't fuck with people what's better'n you!" Cindy felt that familiar feeling of rage building inside her. This prick was planning on sending her to jail on drug charges, effectively screwing her good name, her children's future…her whole life. And for what? So Irene could keep riding everyone's coat tails? "Not so fast you little dick!" yelled Cindy, and as he tried to get past her she brought her knee up and smashed him in the jaw. He yowled in pain and fell onto the floor. He felt like nothing to her…it barely hurt to strike him he was so small and light in comparison. Fumbling around inside his coat, he pulled out some kind of fancy looking letter opener and slashed at her shin with it. Cindy was much too fast for him, and she angrily stomped her heel down on his hand. *crrrnnch* it went, and with his bellowing scream she knew she must have broken something. " Fuck you, you miserable whore!" yelled her tiny assailant. His face red with anger and pain, spittle flying out of his mouth emphasizing his desperation. Cindy grabbed him by his hair and dragged him across the room. She kicked him square in his crotch which caused him to double over in wordless, agonizing pain. He curled up on the ground as she went to the fridge and grabbed the last 3 beer she had in a six pack. Staring at him with a cold, calculating look from beside the fridge she calmly walked towards his crumpled form on the floor beside the couch. The clunk of her heels on the hard wooden floor echoed in his brain as he stared back at her, terrified, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. Her hips swayed gently from side to side in her black skirt, and her cold expression turned to one of almost sinister vindictiveness. Soon she stood at his side and he stared at her high heeled strappy shoes, up her nylon clad statuesque legs to the curve of her hips, her perky breasts and those lovely black tresses that hung down to her shoulders, now slightly jostled from her recent exertion. Setting her half empty six pack down beside the couch she picked up her little victim and lay him face up on the couch. He weighed a lot less than she imagined, and his feeble struggles were easy for her to overcome. He let out a loud moan, as when she put him down, he was laying on his wrist that she recently stomped into oblivion, though she hadn't tried. It seemed evident to her due to his weight and frailty something must be wrong with him, giving him very brittle bones. Perhaps a side effect of his growth disorder she thought to herself, though she didn't care much after what he had just tried to do to her and her poor kids. Whatever the case, he seemed to be very winded and unable to move enough to get out of his predicament. Cindy turned away from him on the couch and bent over slightly to pick up the TV remote control. "What….what the fuck are you doing??" he managed to croak out while staring at the curve of her bottom, filling out the backside of her skirt. "Me? I'm going to watch TV." She shrugged as if he was an insignificant speck. "I need a fucking doctor! I'm in pain here you craz…" and before he could finish, Cindy threw a leg up on top of him, sat down squarely and heavily on his upturned face, then brought her other leg to rest on top of him. The couch protested with a series of little creaks as she adjusted her bum, sliding it this way and that, ensuring the would-be weasel's face began to slide between her ass-cheeks. She could feel his laboured breathing through his nose into her butt crack…his one good arm pawed uselessly…pathetically at her hip and thigh as she casually sat on him. With each little movement she made she could feel him compress slightly more, the occasional pop or crackle come from his neck and back forcing a muffled cry of pain into her ass. A wicked grin crept across her lips..she gave a little bounce with her butt just to feel him squish a little more…to feel his breath whoosh out of him, and to hear his contemptuous swearing replaced with laboured cries that she controlled. She picked up the first of her three dark beers and popped off the cap. She sipped it while flipping through the channels, and giving her butt the occasional squeeze on her unwilling seat cushion's face. She knew he was still conscious as she felt his breath. Suddenly she felt a sharp pain on her thigh. The little bastard had pinched her, hard! Opening her legs slightly, but not getting off his face, she lined up her heel, wound up and drove it straight into his testicles. "HmmwwwarrrrhHHHH!!!" he screamed into her ass, and again she drove her heel into him. His flailing arm went limp, and she grabbed it, stuffing it under him…effectively immobilizing it. To anyone walking in the room at that moment it would have looked as though she was simply watching tv on the couch… not one inch of him was visible underneath her. Fed up as she was, Cindy finished her beer, and grabbed another one. She put it to her lips, tilted her head back and began to guzzle it. It slid down her throbbing throat as she gulped it dry, lowering the now empty bottle and wiping her mouth with her sleeve. She took a deep breath, and then farted, right on the trapped trespasser's face. Long, slow, and stinking hot. Her mouth open in pleasure letting her deep breath out in a prolonged sigh, her eyes closed. *Phrrrrrrroooouuutt!* A loud cry of protest echoed into her backside from the face she sat on, but she just answered right back with another, longer blast. "You think you can come into my home and screw me over tough guy?" chided Cindy. "Tell you what…if you live through the few hours of beer farts I'm going to subject you to, maybe I'll let you go re-think your little plan. And if anything happens to interfere with my life, maybe a half dozen of my girlfriends from the office who think as much of your bitchy little wife as I do and I will see how many of us it takes sitting on you to crush you into toothpaste while we play bridge! UNGH!!" *Prrrrrnnt….prrrrrnnnt…. prrrrroooont!!* Cindy grunted with exertion as she blasted his trapped face in rapid, unrelenting succession. She closed her eyes as if in pain, and her face scrunched up a bit with the effort. He could smell nothing save the rotten egg stench washing over his face and burning his sinuses at 60 second intervals. They got hotter and worse with each passing minute, and he prayed to be able to pass out…but it didn't happen. His ears rang, he saw stars and he swore he heard his skull creak under her unmoving, unyielding weight. Her ass spread out holding his face in it's vice like grip, as Cindy effortlessly sat on his distressed body, downing her last beer, relishing the feeling she had as her ass squashed and pressed the life out him. After a couple of her favourite shows had passed, and the sobbing underneath her backside had subsided into faint whimpers at her now less frequent gas attacks, she stood up. Her butt was sweaty and warm, and the sight which greeted her made her chuckle. Mr tough guy's face was barely recognizable. It was red and raw, his eyes were bloodshot and his skin bore the pattern of her skirt material. "Wow..you're a mess." she exclaimed, mocking his predicament. "Just so the message is really, really clear to you…I have a little parting gift." Cindy hitched up her skirt and slid down her pantyhose and panties. She gave him a final whack in the groin causing him you yell out in agony, mouth wide open. Before he had a chance to react she jumped up, and did a heavy, bone crunching butt slam, right on his face. Her hair jostled this way and that, and her boobs bounced lightly a couple of times from the impact. A look of satisfaction crept across her face…like the cat that just ate the canary. She didn't know if she broke his nose or not, but it sure felt good, and she knew it had to hurt. Whatever the case was she met her goal…of trapping his mouth wide open under her crotch. She had to pee in a serious way, and she let loose three beers worth of it, straight down his throat. "Ohhhh yeahhhh…I've been holding that a while mister….hope you have room for it all. Hahah…hmmm." She put her hands on her hips and continued pissing. It went into his lungs, down his throat, into his sinuses…he tried to cough and sputter but had no choice but to take it as she crushed his face and sprayed him with what seemed like gallons of urine. "Goodness, that's a lot, don't you think? Hahaha.." She chuckled and gave a little bounce for good measure, even more painfully forcing his jaw open to the breaking point. After she finished, she rose, and wiped herself down the front of his suit, smiling pleased that not a drop had spilled on her furniture. While he gurgled and gagged she roughly picked him up and heaved him onto the doorstep. In his state he looked and smelled like some kind of miniature homeless circus act. Towards the street he crawled, sputtering incoherently. Cindy simply stated "I think now we understand one another." As she closed the door, and began to look for the contraband he claimed to have hidden in her home. The next day at the office Cindy had the pleasure of running into Irene in the elevator, first thing in the morning. Irene looked away at the floor, as she knew what her husband had done. They had 22 floors to go to their destination, and Cindy decided she was going to make her message a little more clear. She pressed the emergency stop button, and Irene immediately began to sob. "Please…I don't want any more trouble. I just want to do my work and be left alone." whimpered Irene. She looked up at Cindy with tears in her eyes, but knew by her angry glare she wasn't going to get away unpunished. Casually Cindy grabbed her by the shoulders and roughly spun her around, pushing her back into the corner of the elevator. She then turned away from her and pushed her round, lovely ass into Irene's chubby face. Her little hands pushed uselessly at the much larger woman's posterior and with ease Cindy took a seat on her little nemesis' face. "Hrmmmmph……" protested Irene into her butt crack, and Cindy smiled broadly in contempt. She used the corner of the elevator to keep Irene confined, and she sat upright, placing her hands folded politely on her lap. Irene's neck was at an awkward angle, and her vertebrae made grinding/popping noises under the weight of her controller. She whimpered softly into Cindy's bottom as she felt her nose slipping deeper between her warm ass cheeks. She couldn't move at all, her neck and back hurt horribly, and she could feel the increasing heat coming from Cindy's crotch as her moans of pain stimulated her pleasurably. "Mmmm…don't stop telling me how it hurts Irene…I can't tell you how good it feels, sitting on your smug little face. I might even….actually no. I am GOING to come on you, whether you like it or not." And with that she began to rock her hips back and fourth, rubbing her crotch slowly on Irene's face, scratching, burning and sliding the rough material of her tight white pants on her mouth and nose. Deliberately she stroked her ass back and fourth, pushing down very hard… Irene began to cry out with each pass, her face effectively being carpet burned by the rough material and pressure. The moans only made Cindy hotter, sent waves of pleasure rippling through her as she placed her hands on her hips, bit her lower lip and began to moan to herself with her building orgasm. She began to bounce on Irene…each time sending a wave of pain through her now damaged back and neck, a sickly crackle and popping noise followed each bounce. Irene saw Cindy's bum lift of, then come crashing back down, blocking her vision again and clamping her face, then lift off again, and crash back. Finally Cindy climaxed and sat back with all of her weight, grasping her breasts, closing her eyes and yelling out in her ecstasy, with Irene matching the scream in her intense pain. Slowly Irene sank to the floor with Cindy still sitting on her face, following her down. Her now sweaty head made a squeaking sound similar to washing windows as it slid down the back of the elevator. There Cindy sat with her long dark locks jostled out of place, catching her breath after a very intense orgasm. Sobbing softly into her bum lay Irene, upon who she had all of her weight. "Going to relax a bit now Irene. I know it goes without saying, but I'm going to fart on your face while I'm sitting here. Have some really, really bad ones brewing for you. This oat bran stuff my boyfriend has me eating gives me nasty gas, and it really, really stinks. Oh, and I'm going to wrap my winter coat around my waist and your head like so. That way you can enjoy them that much longer. *pppprrrrrrrroooooont* See? See what I mean? That felt hot coming out, so you can just tell it's going to be bad. " The first blast shook Irene and the stink was pure sulphur and egg. It didn't dissipate either, it just stayed there, wrapped in the tight, heavy winter fabric of Cindy's coat. *Ppppprrr…. Pprrrrrrroooont….ppprrrrroooont* "Ohh my god…OW! That is like liquid fire. How can you STAND it Irene? *Bbbbbrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrroooooooonnnthhh!* I swear, I don't think I have ever farted this much in my life!" exclaimed Cindy, genuinely surprised. Irene felt the warm, moist, fetid air wash over her face and force its way into her lungs, time after time, after time. Eventually she passed out from lack of actual oxygen. Cindy stood up from Irene's unconscious form and saw the mess she'd made. The smell that hit her when she unwrapped the coat from her waist nearly knocked her off her feet. She grinned at the gassy punishment she'd pumped over her trapped victim's smug face and decided to give her a little memento. Taking off her pants, she removed her panties, almost steaming hot with the gas attack she had subjected them to moments before. Taking the inside surface she placed them over Irene's face, the butt crack area right over her nose. Straightening herself out, she disengaged the stop button, and the elevator came to a stop right at the next floor. To Cindy's surprise, three women Irene had gotten fired entered the elevator.... |
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