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Declassified: Home Invasion WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS THE AMERICAN WONTON USUAL. READER DISCRETION ADVISED! Emara Mambra wasn’t wont to take a day off of work. It was more like a passion for her and whenever Director Staymund needed something done, she was the first to step up. There was no overachieving here, just a deep loving respect for her talents. BBBBLLLLLUUUUURRRPPPTTTT! She sighed as her “talent” bubbled in around her leather pants. That was a good morning fart, the kind that shook her cheeks and tickled her wide speckled anus. PPPPPRRTT! She giggled at her cute little chaser. It probably tasted of the breakfast omelette she was currently cooking, consisting of breakfast sausage, green peppers, and of course, peppered eggs. So, absolutely horrible, given her stinky pedigree of gas. FFFFFBBBLLLLLOOOOTTT! Emara walked with her plate to the kitchen table to set about eating, an extension of her work. PPPPPPRRROOLLLSSS! The extension also included a hose, ran over a hundred feet around her house, leading to the obscenely large booty in her pants. FFFLLLLOOOOOFFFFF! A silent, hot fart of stinky sausage could be seen traveling in a light haze across the tube. Emara smiled, watching it snake around the table, across the foyer, and down the basement steps. Her farts were powerful, but a single toot couldn’t reach the final destination without disintegrating. BBBBBLLLLAAPPPRRRLLLLLTTTTT! That is, unless it was assisted by hundreds of equally smelly, equally forceful butt blasts. She took a bite and smiled, watching an army of fart fog tunnel along towards the basement like a sickly smoke machine. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Slovenian cartel members consisted mostly of men, mostly running prostitution rings in Northern Europe. So along with being equally dehydrated, sick, tired, and angry, they were now also horny watching Emara open the latch to their fart den. “Good morning boys. Sleep well last night? I know I did.” she said, turning round to print her naked ass against the glass. PPPTTTLLLLLUUOOOBBTT! A sour fart clanged against the glass; her wide, laundry hamper-sized asscheek spread to showcase her brown butthole vibrate. The men knew damn well how she’d slept-they’d heard and smelt every moment. Emara walked naked to the edge of the den, bending her in-human large ass down at them. BBBBLLLLLOOOOOOTTTT! The fierce pepper fart added to the torture. Along with being trapped they were forced to watch this insanely large and beautiful Indian woman commit anal atrocity in their direction. In their circle, this bitch would be slapped senseless, far harder than a sensual booty peck when they were aroused. PPPPTTTARRLLLLBBUUTT! She laughed, twerking slightly; her gnarly fart added to the sauna like haze drifting from the bottom. Emara sighed, now letting her piss stream equally land on the cartel members. “I sure do wish one of you boys would talk to me. It’s been so lonely sleeping by myself.” FFFFFFLLLLLARRSTTSHHTT! She pushed a little too hard, letting her ass grease and piss coat one the man’s bald head. “Haha! Oh well, I geuss I’ll have to share the bed with my big, round booty.” One good shake and a fierce fart to gauge some curiosity...nothing. So she tried a different tactic. BBPPT-FFLLABBT! “OAHH! I almost forgot to feed you gentleman. Thank’s booty.” She gave her ass flaps a gentle pat. The men watched aroused and fearful as her asshole chunked out a piece of brown shit. “Oohhh,” she sighed, pressing it deeper...and deeper. “You boys are gunna love this next one. Sausage and pepper omelette, mmm, mmm. You should have seen it going down...UGHH!” PPRRTT! Down went the shit, nearly a foot in length and width of a football. It’d make a fine collection to the dumps she’d taken earlier on them. “This’ll keep you all busy till lunchtime…” she muttered, hearing the groans of pain as the shit began to pick up on their delicate tortured noses. Mambra felt orgasmic, beginning to feel the end pinch off...when someone piped up. “I’ll talk, I’ll talk!” she heard in broken english. She sighed, peering between her thick thighs to see the youngest member lean against the wall. “Ah finally, a gentleman among you! Here, let me get rid of this…”. In amazement they watched as the un-godly shit began sucking itself back into her all powerful booty. One man puked and Emara laughed. “What, you've never seen a girl take it like this before? Must be a size thing for you, hmmm?” Her booty made a growl like a tiger, finally swallowing the turd whole. BBBBLLLRRTTSSSLLOOOTT! An airy, shit flavored fart careened the taste down to her captives. “Ahh, get a whiff of that one!” she said giggling. They certainly were, gagging and begging for mercy. Emara grabbed the nearby rope. “All ashore that’s going ashore, little man.” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- They both knew that he wasn’t going to make a break for it. Over five days in the fart den and the boy was lucky enough to be walking. PPPRRLLLLLLSSSSS! Too strong of a fart had him collapsing at Emara’s backside. She giggled, taking full advantage to correct his course into her asscheeks. “Oh darling please,” she cooed. “At least take me to dinner first.” She chuckled, letting a few drawn out toots coat his nose. Then she walked on, her abnormally plump cheeks carrying her captive via face. They landed in her bathroom, where Emara laid him near her toilet. “Ok fartboy,” she addressed him, “spill it.” She knew his full name but her methods required a more aggressive tone of interrogation. Case in point, she rested her smelly, large feet on his neck while she plopped on the toilet. He stared at her bug eyed. BBBBTWWWPPPSSSLLOOMMTT! “Oohhhhh….don’t mind me.” BBBRRAAABBTT! A loud splash could be heard, followed by the eery shit smell of her turd. “I-I just wanted to...apologize,” he mumbled, trying to avoid her eyes. “For?” PPPTTPP! “UGGH! Ohhh…” Mambra began squeezing out her second log. “For, everything, Goddess, I-I didn’t want to lead this life and I like women, I really do-” FFRRRLLLLSSLLOOOOTT! Emara smiled down, watching the fear in his eyes smelling her beany fart. “Oh I bet you do, fartboy.” “No, no, not like that! I was studying at university, in Cambridge, I was. I learned a lot and was going to go teach but...my uncle, he runs the ring and I couldn’t, I, I…”. Emara now rose, pinching off the last of her latest dump. She smiled down at the poor sap laying on her bathroom rug. Then, she squatted just above his face. FFFLLLLRRRAAAATTTLLLRRBBBBTTTTT! The boy screamed as the 10 second fart pummeled his nose like a hammer. Now he found the strength to flee, only Mambra had just now sat on his face. He squirmed, his nose painted with the shit still clung to her asscrack. “That was a very sad story, fartboy. I only wish it was true.” FFFMMMRRRRPPPPTTTT! “You see where I’m employed, we do very extensive research on our targets. I happen to know you’ve been with the cartel since you were 17. Even offed a few girls for your uncle that got too noisy. Remember that part?” BBBBLLAAAPPBBBTT! The boy was in hysterics, his mind ravaged by the sausage scent burning his nostrils. Emara laughed, then easily hoisted him off the floor. It went from bad to worse for the boy. “No, NO! PLEASE!” he screamed. Too late; Emara mushed his face in the pile of shit clogging the toilet. The boy was once again too slow to react; within moments she had turned around and plopped upon the lid. The boy’s breath was shanked as her asscheeks walloped his neck. Emara sighed gently, feeling his expulsion hit her anus-she fired back. BBBLLLLLLOOORRRRTT! The fart reverebed around the toilet bowl and with no escapable cracks, ended up in the boy’s face. He screamed and tried pounding her mighty booty with her miniscule hands. “Oohh, I wouldn’t do that, fartboy. You might knock something loose.” she countered-and farted. PPPLLLLLOORRRRSSSSS! The boy moaned in pain as the silent fart brushed up every available shit particle into his nose. “That’s better,” said Emara, mushing her booty on his neck. “Now here’s some other things I wouldn’t do. Lying for one-that’ll get you in a very bad position. This is much smellier than that cramped old fart den, hmm?” BBBBRRRTT! The boy groaned in agreement. “Also, I wouldn’t struggle to much. You use up oxygen and that get’s replaced by farts. Simple science kiddo. And you know Americans we like to eat big...and meaty, too.” FFFFFBBBMMMRRPPTT! She could hear the boy crying, despite her instructions. He was no doubt terrified by her pulsing, shit covered anus retching farts in the darkness. “So here’s what’s gunna happen kid. Listen good cuz we need to be quick. You’re going to tell me everything you know about your uncle’s operation. Be concise and be throughout, because I won’t.” FFFFLLLLLPPPPTTT! “If I feel like you’re lying, you’re gunna clean my asshole. With your tounge, obviously.” BBBRRLLLRRMMMPPPTTT! “Ahh...is that clear?” Silence. Emara sighed and rose. He was breathing, but just barely. It was hard to tell with his entire face covered in shit. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Staymund’s men arrived two hours later. The old director of the Agency had a duty to check on the prisoner-he wished he hadn’t. “Jesus Mambra, a little overkill, don’t you think?” said Staymund, appearing at her side. “He was just a kid.” Emara smiled, now clothed and finishing her lunch of hamburger and fries. “Hey, it’s not overkill if he’s still alive,” she countered. PPPPRRRLLLBBBBBUUUTTT! The onion and beef fart shot through the hose like many farts before it. Seconds later Staymund heard the groans of pain from the basement. He took one last look at the kid’s shit covered face as they wheeled him outside. The guys downstairs had it easy. BBBLLLLRRRBBBLLLLTTTT! Staymund sighed as Mambra continued eating. He knew better at this point to not question her methods, so long as they got results. “Ok, one down and five more to go. How close are the others to cracking?” “One more day.” “That fast?” “No, that’s just how long I’m giving them,” said Emara. FFFFFFFLLBBBRRRLLLTTTTTT! She sighed, letting the drawn out fart ripple on the barstool. Staymund watched that powerhouse of a booty shake as she got up to rinse her plate. Sometimes he was REALLY glad to be on the good side. But sides definitley got blurry with Mambra. |
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