By: JustAnotherGasWriter
It was approaching the witching hour at Hereford, though the base was unusually alive at the ungodly hour. It was Halloween night, and the team was having its annual party for the fall holiday. They had even welcomed the crew from Nighthaven over to put their differences aside for an evening of drinks and camaraderie. Still, some team members were much less keen on participating in these team bonding activities than others. Eliza “Ash” Cohen was one of these members of Rainbow who was less than happy to share the space with the mercenary group; she had her suspicions of Nighthaven ever since Rainbow had first started to contract them. Even though she wasn’t in charge of Rainbow or even a squad in an official capacity, she felt like she carried a lot of weight in the hierarchy of the team due to her leadership skills and seniority. She had been a member of Rainbow since its reactivation after all, only a handful of the operators on the team could say that.
Ever since Nighthaven had been contracted, however, the presence of the PMCs and their lack of respect for the rules of Rainbow had been rubbing her the wrong way, and it was only salt in the wound when some of her teammates and friends had left Rainbow to join Nighthaven’s ranks instead. This could all be something she could turn a blind eye to, though, if it wasn’t for Jaimini Kalimohan Shah. Jaimini, better known as just “Kali”, was the leader, owner, and director of Nighthaven… and was Eliza’s least favorite person on the team by a long shot. She hated the woman; the issues with Nighthaven’s ethics were all because of Kali’s direction. Kali had acted with arrogance ever since she had arrived, treating the Rainbow operators as if they were below her because Nighthaven wasn’t held to the same ethical rules and standards that Rainbow was as a PMC. Nighthaven had better tech and equipment than Rainbow now, all because Kali had what seemed like infinite money to fund projects and poach some of the brighter engineering minds at Rainbow, like IQ. But out of everything that Kali had done, the thing that had rubbed Eliza the wrong way was both much more personal and, quite frankly, petty. The two had been forced by Sam and Harry to participate in a series of training events on the same team together, a team that Eliza had been the captain of. During the event, Kali had ignored all directions from her and then humiliated her in front of everyone during the event itself! The ensuing fallout was catastrophic: the two had exchanged heated words in the locker room before Eliza lost her cool and punched the other woman. Relations between Rainbow and Nighthaven staff had been especially shaky ever since, and even some of Eliza’s own compatriots lost respect for her because of the incident.
Eliza had lost just about all desire to stick around for the party when she saw the arrival of the Nighthaven group at the party, and was seen by quite a few members of the team storming out of the meeting hall. It didn’t take a genius to figure out why she was in such a mood, but Zofia in particular watched with concern. Despite the differences that they all had together, tonight was supposed to be a time to put it to the side and have fun. Zof, clad in a Jill Valentine costume for the event, followed Eliza out. The redhead was in a costume herself, too, dressed as classic Lara Croft.
“Wait up,” Zofia called out to Eliza after she went out.
Eliza was already halfway across the courtyard in the middle of the base, stomping across the grass to her barracks. She stopped and turned to face Zofia when she was called out to, however, and replied in a tone that seemed annoyed, but avoided directing any ire at her friend directly. “What do you want?”
Zofia walked down the steps of the building to Eliza, joining her out on the lawn. She rubbed her friend on the back to try and calm her down, speaking in a soothing tone.
“I think that it would do you some good to rejoin us inside. Tonight should be a time to enjoy yourself with us, especially with all of this uncertainty with Keres being so active.”
“I was looking forward to that… until she showed up,” Eliza replied in a cold tone, her eyes gesturing back towards the party.
Zofia’s nostrils flared as she sighed with some frustration over Eliza’s spiteful reply, though she collected herself and tried to reason with her some more.
“Are you really going to let the attendance of one person ruin the whole party for you? Please, Eliza, you’re being a child. Come on, have a drink and lighten up a bit. You don’t even need to see her; do you think I’m going to go out of my way to see Ela tonight?” She pulled on Eliza’s shoulder, trying to get her to return.
Eliza looked to the auditorium, then back to Zofia. She sighed, but nodded and smiled. “You’re right, let’s go then,” she gave in and let the Polish operator lead her back to the party.
The night went on to be a rager; Eliza put a few drinks down immediately after her return, and the rest was a blur. She remembered some bits and pieces of the next few hours, like hanging out with friends, throwing down junk food, and even more alcohol! The party started to wind down after the clock struck midnight, with some of the operators retiring to their quarters and Nighthaven PMCs taking their leave. Eliza stood up from a couch that had been brought in with a drunken stumble after Miles and Jordan both got up to call it a night, her bladder crying out for relief. She took one last trip to the snack table to fill her solo cup again with spiked punch and grab a couple of treats, then hurried to the nearest bathroom to pee.
The auditorium bathroom was full of drunken party-goers, such as herself, who all seemed to be suffering from similar symptoms to Eliza. The first two stalls were locked and occupied, so the operator moved down the row of stalls. Eliza moved onto the third stall with a wrinkled nose, only to find it unlocked but occupied. Mina was hunched over the toilet; the poor pilot looked sickly and was throwing up into the toilet.
“Too much punch?” She asked in a playful tone, rubbing Mina’s back to let the woman know that she was being checked on.
“Y-yeah… I’m alright, thanks…” Mina replied, still green in the face, but coherent at least.
Eliza nodded and let her be, finally settling in on the fourth stall. It was unlocked and empty, and she quickly took the opportunity to go in and relieve her bladder. She set her goodies down on top of the metal toilet paper holder and unzipped her brown booty shorts before sitting down on her cold porcelain throne.
FFRRBBBRRRUUURRAAAAAABBBBBBBBBBB!!!
“Holy fucking shit, whoever brought those deviled eggs is going to burn some day…” Meghan groaned, giving herself away to all of the other bathroom goers as the one responsible for the filthy stench that was quickly overtaking the room.
Eliza couldn’t help herself when she heard the blonde woman blast off, then groan about it a few stalls over. She snickered drunkenly as she began to pee. “That’s the most normal-sounding fart I have ever heard from you, Meghan.” She spoke up like a smart ass, chortling at her own remark.
“Can it, Eliza! Last thing I need right now is you narrating what I’m going through right now!” the SEAL snapped back at her, not in the mood for the redhead’s antics.
“No need to be rude, just making an observation.” Eliza retorted, finishing her pee. She flushed the toilet and got up with a whistle, exiting the stall. ‘I’m glad Zofia talked some sense into me; nothing is going to ruin tonight,’ she thought to herself confidently, opening the stall door. In a cruel twist of irony and fate, however, her least favorite face greeted her upon exiting.
“Done in there, princess?” Jaimini asked in a snarky tone, waiting for a stall to open up with her arms crossed.
Eliza gave her a cold stare in reply, her blood instantly boiling. “I’m surprised that you know how to use a toilet. I thought they didn’t have those where you come from,” She told her, the claws coming out instantly.
“See, now that is just rude. Didn’t they teach you not to make such stereotyping remarks, given that this is a team that prides itself on its diversity?” Jaimini tsked Eliza in a collected and cool tone, occupying the stall that Eliza had just exited. “Now, run along, princess; it is also rude to observe a lady take care of her business.”
Eliza’s face was quickly getting as red as her hair from the Nighthaven leader’s presence, but her thoughts were interrupted by Meghan speaking up from her stall again.
“Can you two either nut up and fight outside, or shut the fuck up already?! It’s already bad enough in here without you two at eachother’s throats.” She griped in her usual gruff and profane tone, her feet shuffling against the bathroom’s tile floor.
FFFRRRRUURRAAAARRRRVVVTTTTT!
Eliza stormed out of the bathroom after, muttering a series of curses under her breath as she took her leave. The stress, anger, and sudden activity all had her stomach stirred up fast… which gave Eliza a plan. She stopped dead in her tracks, her frown flipping into a twisted grin before doing a 180 in place. The walk back to the bathroom was brisk and deliberate; a plan materialized in her head, crystal clear despite her brain being foggy from all of the drinks. She downed the last cup of hard punch and the assortment of cookies and brownies she had on her plate so that her hands were freed up, then waited at the bathroom door for her rival to exit.
Jaimini had no idea what was waiting for her outside of the bathroom, and the assault went by in a flash. She remembered going to the bathroom, washing her hands, then black. When she awoke, she was bound down by her hands and feet to what seemed to be a coffee table. There was some fabric item in her mouth that muffled her grunts, and her lips were sealed with hot duct tape. She couldn’t quite tell what the fabric was; it was a softer material, but there was an awful flavor to it! Pulling at her binds did absolutely nothing, as they were tight enough that she wasn’t able to move around in place while remaining entrapped. All she could do was move her head around just enough to see that she was in a living room and indeed tied up to someone’s coffee table, as the TV was to one side and the couch was on the other side. Naturally, she began to freak the fuck out. Her breathing got heavy and rapid, sweat pooled on her face. She tugged and pulled at her restraints until her wrists and ankles felt rope burned and her muscles ached with fatigue. Just out of the corner of her eye, a familiar but unwelcome figure walked into frame.
“You just couldn’t play nice, even for one night? When you’re a guest? Shame on you, I would expect more manners from someone of your status.” Eliza told Jaimini, her lips still showing a twisted grin. She also gave a slow and sarcastic clap as she made her entrance, still clad in her Lara Croft costume from the party.
The clock near the TV showed a time of 1:37, meaning that Jaimini had only been out for about an hour. Jaimini gulped, her eyes darting between the clock and Eliza. The redhead noticed this, looking at the time herself.
“Don’t worry, I’ll let you go at a decent time if you behave. The rest of your party, however, was told that you were staying for some business matter, so they didn’t wait for you.” Eliza continued, circling Jaimini like a shark. Her stomach, which at this point had been gurgling for at least that last hour that Jaimini had been out, was now getting very impatient. “You woke up just in the nick of time….” Eliza chuckled, stopping at the end of the table where Jaimini’s head was before straddling it.
Jaimini saw it coming, of course, and felt her mind instantly clear of any fog from being knocked unconscious or the alcohol she had had throughout the night. All she could do was try to whimper for mercy and close her eyes as Eliza’s ass came crashing down on her face!
MMBRRRRRRRRLLLLAAAAAAAAAAARRRAAAAAAAAAAAABBBBTT!!!
Eliza ripped a long, ear-shattering fart as soon as her butt met Jaimini’s face! Jaimini felt like her soul had been banished from her body; the smell of rotten eggs, cheese, some sort of spice, and rotten booze coursed through her nose at lightning-fast speeds.
“Wow, didn’t think a princess would be capable of such a rotten thing, did you?” Eliza mocked Jaimini while grinding her ass mercilessly on her victim’s face. “Well, you better believe it, because that’s just the start! Thanks for bringing that curry to the potluck. It was delicious, combined with all of the other offerings tonight!” Eliza kept pressing Jaimini, giving her no leeway. She was being playful and mocking, but she had only one mission and motivation fueling this: the desire to humiliate and brutalize the PMC director, just as she had embarrassed Eliza before.
FFFLLLRRRTTT-BBRRRRRRVVVVRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTT
“Hear that? It’s the geese flying south for the winter!” Eliza taunted after blasting Jaimini again. The spicy stench of the curry was much more present in this fart and made Jaimini feel nauseous. The scent was familiar, but still had Jaimini sick to her stomach and dizzy in her head.
The helpless PMC tugged at her restraints as the caustic fart fumigated her head. She was trying to hold her breath, but as Eliza didn’t let up and only continued to pump her face full of farts, she was starting to accept that she would have to breathe in the rancid stench to avoid being snuffed out.
“Hrrnnnnfffffff!” she groaned under Eliza’s ass, her eyes rolling into the back of her skull. That was the last of the fight she had left in her, and she resigned herself to sniffing.
“That’s the spirit. I’m glad that you understand what your place is, but it’s not going to get you out of this.” Eliza remarked when she felt Jaimini surrender under her ass. She leaned to the side and was a push away from painting her brown shorts a few shades darker.
SSSPLLMMMBBRRLLLARRRRMMBBBBTTTTTTT
“Now we’re fucking talking, breathe it in, bitch!” she ordered, her butt going back into a resting position square on Kali’s head.
“Snnnnnnffffffffffftttt!” Jaimini inhaled the sloppy fart dutifully, her eyes welling up. Eliza’s farts were evolving rapidly; in just a few blasts, they had gone from alcohol and junk-food-fueled rippers to some brutally bubbly curry braps.
FFBBRRLLABBBARRAAAAAAT!-BBRRPPT-BBBT-PRRRTT-BBBRRLLOOORRAARRFFFFFFFTTTTTTT!
Jaimini was subjected to a full-on assault from Eliza as the cocky redhead rapidly evacuated the remaining wind from her bowels. The outburst was a mix of the junk food back blasts and the wetter rips, but they all brought equal pain to the poor PMC’s nose!
“Still standing? I have to say, I’m impressed, Jaimini. This isn’t your first rodeo, is it?” Eliza taunted from above, her ass plopping back down with its full weight on her rival’s face. “Not to worry, I have all the farts a pervert like you could ever handle on deck! Just for you!”
PPPLLRRRBBBOOORRBBBBTTTT
One of the more bassy and popping farts bleated out of her butt to add an exclamation to her words. Jaimini’s face was aching from bearing Eliza’s weight, but she just continued to sniff and pray that her cooperation would earn her some mercy.
“I think that these are too good to be inhaled with a filter, don’t you think?” Eliza spoke up and reached down to undo the button and zipper on her shorts. She pulled them down, revealing her bare ass underneath. “Sorry for going commando, I didn’t have anything to gag you with except my panties.” She remarked, her sweaty asshole swallowing up Jaimini’s nose.
BBBbrbBBrllRRbbbpppPPbbT!
“Ooooh, bubbly!”
Jaimini was in a whole new circle of hell with this one; she would have never in a million years thought about on her own how much clothes actually filtered the foul smells of flatulence!
MMMBBRRUURRRRUUAAABTTT!
“Well, unfortunately for us, our fun is coming to an end… I can feel the tank running low. I don’t know about you, though, but I think some farts to the mouth would be the perfect way to wrap up our time together!” Eliza suggested, her stomach getting close to flat and normal.
Jaimini felt sick at the thought, but she didn’t exactly have any say in what Eliza did with her. At this point, she was just grateful that it wouldn’t go past a fart session! Eliza lifted her butt a few inches up from Jaimini’s face, just enough to remove the tape and panties that were blocking her mouth. Jaimini inhaled sharply as she was freed up, but it was a short-lived freedom as Eliza immediately sat down arse to lips with her.
“One, two, and… swallow!”
MMMBBRRRLLRRRRRRAAAAPPBBBBBTTT!!!
Eliza let out a caustic fart with no hesitation; the bassy noise of her brap was only reduced in power because of how much Jaimini’s throat was able to muffle it!
“Hrrng-hck! Glmp…” Jaimini gagged and hiccuped at the same time, but managed to recover just enough to swallow the fart as ordered.
“You actually did it?! No way, you definitely have done this before!” Eliza broke out with taunting laughter, half convinced that Jaimini actually had bottomed for some other farter in the past with how well she was handling it.
Jaimini’s face was red and hot with embarrassment and anger, but all she could do was lie there and take it. Any amount of resistance or pushback she could give in her position would likely be rewarded with brutal consequences, and she was right at the end of the experience.
“Alright, one more fart freak, get ready! One… two……. THREE!” Eliza counted her down again, then pushed down on her stomach as hard as she could. What followed was the expulsion of the rest of her party farts in all of their putrid glory!
MMMMMBBRRRLLRROORBBBRRARRRBBBRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTT!!!!
The fart was excruciating, overwhelming all of Jaimini’s senses at once with no mercy. She felt her soul leave her body a second time, blasted out the back of her throat, probably by the massive fart! Her stomach felt like it was being inflated as she had to swallow a great amount of it down, though some of the hot wind escaped out of her nose, mouth, and even ears it felt like.
“Ooooooohhhhh, holy shit… I think some of that gas was sticking around since spring.” Eliza cracked another joke, though she was in pain both in her stomach and her ass from the humongous brap. She remained seated on Jaimini for a few minutes to collect herself, then stood up and dismounted.
Jaimini remained still, staring blankly at the ceiling as her brain went through a factory reset. While she rebooted, Eliza pulled her brown shorts back up and stretched her back, then stuffed the panties back into her mouth and retaped her lips shut. She then took photos of the scene, giggling to herself as she did.
Jaimini looked at Eliza blankly, unable to do anything but sigh in defeat. She would never be the same, and she didn’t know if she wanted to have her revenge against the redhead or do everything in her power to never see or think of her ever again!
“Well, I hate to be such a bad host, but the party’s over. Hurry up, your ride is waiting.” Eliza told her, finally satisfied with her revenge. She leaned in to speak to Jaimini in a low, deliberate voice. “Now listen to me carefully… I never want to see you, ever again. And, I’m sure you don’t ever want to see me again! But if you ever do anything to get back at me for this, then I will make this a more permanent arrangement for you. Understand?”
Jaimini nodded yes in agreement quickly, relieved that the experience was finally over. She would agree to just about anything that would get her out of here!
“Good! One of your helicopters is coming to the south pad of the base in one hour. That’s your ride home. Nobody from my crew or your crew knows what went on here. There is a locker room with showers by the LZ. Go freshen up, you’re on a crunch.” Eliza laid the plan out for Jaimini, then finally undid her binds.
Jaimini scrambled to her feet as soon as the ropes holding her to the coffee table were released. Her head spun around to face Eliza, leering at her with eyes that could melt glaciers. Eliza stood there with her arms crossed and a confident grin on her face, inviting Kali to try something. Jaimini huffed angrily, but turned to the door and ran out into the night with her tail tucked between her legs.
“... what a bitch!” Eliza laughed to herself after Jaimini bolted out to go get cleaned up for her flight. She was confident that the Nighthaven operator wouldn’t go and tell on her; she was way too proud to admit what had gone down. Even if she did, Eliza had all the humiliating photos and even some recordings of the ordeal to make sure that she brought them both down. “Man, Zofia was a great friend to talk me into going back to the party,” she spoke to herself with some more laughter, walking off to her bathroom to freshen up for bed.