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Hell in the Long Term Care Facility There I was, laying in a hospital room in Atlanta. I remembered the accident...the flashing lights of the ambulance and police cars. The pain as they pulled me from the wreckage of my Prius...the complaints about the lack of any ID, and my complete inability to move or speak. I remembered hearing about this condition before.. Locked In Syndrome they called it....on one of those boring medical shows you watch at 2am when nothing else is on. Completely aware of the world around you, able to see...to think...all your senses work but you're trapped. Paralysis in it's most complete form. I was completely terrified, and I couldn't even cry. The first thing I noticed about her was her light vanilla perfume. Her name was Audry, and she was my extended care nurse. She would bathe me, check on my IV, talk with other nurses and doctors about my state. They had all concluded quite wrongly that I was in a coma. Not so, as I've already explained. As such, they spoke as though I was not there. Cruel at times. How's The Veg doing? The stiff still with us? Things like that. Other times the nurses would have their woman to woman relationship talks while making up my bed, sponge bathing me, changing my IV and what not. At this point my muscles have atrophied to the point I'd not be able to move even if I recovered. My sadness was peaking, I have to say. No control over anything, scared, in an unknown place, with people treating me like an object. "My god he's so bone skinny isn't he?" said Audry to her colleague. It was true. Even before the accident I was a scant 160lbs at 5'11" tall. Now...weeks upon end with just IV drippings....I had to be 115-120. Just rags of flesh over a brittle skeleton. One afternoon, around 1pm Audry came into my room with her lunch. Some kind of birthday party was happening at the nurse's station that I could tell she didn't want to be part of. She brought the sponge bathing stuff with her as well and closed the door, sitting at my bedside, and began to stuff herself silly with egg salad sandwiches, what looked like onion soup and a really large carton of chocolate milk. Man, could she pack it away! She wasn't skinny at all mind you, nor was she fat. She had a nice curvy figure and was about my height. I'd put her at maybe 170lbs. I must say, with that pretty face and body she'd not be kicked out of any sane man's bed! In any event, after she finished her lunch she proceeded to do the sponge bath, though haphazardly and in a hurried fashion. Then she left to do her rounds. About 3 hours later I was awoken from whatever you'd call my kind of sleep in my condition, by Audry coming into the room. A lot heavier steps than usual, pushing things out of her way aggressively, roughly checking my IV, pushing me around as she changed my bed in a fashion that I'm sure would have gotten her fired had anyone been watching. When she was finished, my head had been whacked off the bedrail several times, and I was in a lot of pain. She made her way over to the door, and closed it over as if she was going to bathe me, but she'd already done that today. Odd... She approached my bedside staring down at me with a scowl. She had a couple of tears streaming down her face, and she sat down on the visitors chair, half doubled over with her face in her hands. "That sexist fucker Drake thinks he can put his hands on anyone he wants and get away with it! If I didn't have a 5 year old....I'd fucking leave!" So... the story becomes more clear. Doctor William Drake was the attending physician on this floor. Must've rubbed poor Audry the wrong way. It sure had her upset...I could tell because as she sobbed, I could hear her stomach grumble and boil, and she cursed it a few times as she continued mumbling about Drake. "All men are the fucking same. But you....you useless shit. What are you staring at? Why are your fucking eyes always half open anyway?" She put her long straight auburn hair up in a ponytail as she spoke, and stood up next to the bed. She locked the door to the room with the deadbolt, and climbed up onto the bed. She straddled my head, facing my feet. I could see up her white skirt to the curve of her amazing bottom, and the thin cotton panties covering it. Slowly she squatted down over my head, and I could feel the sting of the fabric pressing against my face. She positioned herself so that my nose slid into the valley of her buttcrack. It smelled very musky down there, and I was getting scared. Did she plan to suffocate me? God help me! What was she doing? "bbbbbbrrrrrrrRRRRRRROOOMMPHH!!!" A wave of humid air seeped out of her ass and hung stuck to my face like a coat of latex paint. The smell...rotten eggs, old vegetable stew....I felt my gag reflex, but my body didn't respond. Involuntarily I breathed in through my nose...."pppppphhhrrrrrrrt---rrrtt---rrrrrt----fffoooooshhhHHH!" AGAIN a wave of putridity assaulted my senses, but it burned! My god it actually felt like pepper-spray was being sprayed into my nostrils it was so damned hot...please...please someone come in and make her stop!! PLEASE!! Audry...no more for the love of "BRRRRAAAMMFF!!" .......please....."BBBRRRRAMMMFFFF!!" The choking stench felt almost as if it were a solid object inside my lungs...itching and burning them as I lay there helpless. Then...I heard a gurgle from above me, emanating from Audry's intestines like nothing I've heard before. "Fuck...my legs are hurting squatting like this. Too bad for you Mr. John Doe...I need to sit down, and your bony little face is going to do just fine." With that, she hitched up her skirt and sat he ass right on my poor skull with all of her weight. God...it hurt so bad...I saw stars...my ears rang....I can't breath...."BRRROOOMP!" She farted again...agony....crushing pain....her gas isn't dissipating at all now..just straight into my sinuses, undiluted by air...."I can't smell it at all, John Doe. You're like a fucking fart receptacle! Hahaha" she laughed. Every jiggle I felt as her ass pulverized my poor head into the mattress. "oooh god...you worthless asshole...your're not gonna like these....Choke on em!" she said, as she rubbed her gurgling abdomen. She lifted up enough to slide the ass of her panties to the side and grabbed the petroleum jelly from the night stand. She put a tiny dab of it on the end of my nose, and sat down on it with all of he crushing weight. Ohh god...my eyes are crushed....my head feels like it's going to pop under her uncaring weight. I feel my nose slipping inside her moist, tight asshole. It clenches as it reluctantly slips down onto my face, sealing my nose completely from the outside world. Audry grunted audibly as I felt her gas whoosh rapidly into my nasal cavity...bringing with it indescribable acrid pain and stench...some sliding out my tear ducts, making my ears pop with backpressure....then inflating my lungs. "Grrrrrfffffffffffffffffffftttt" When I awaken, the night shift nurse is writing on my chart. I can tell I've been cleaned up, as I can't feel the sticky petroleum jelly on my face anymore. My head feels like it has been crushed in a vice, and my neck clearly has something wrong with it's vertebrae from being over-extended, and with every involuntary breath I can smell only the remnants of Audry's relentless barrage of farts. My lungs are gurgling with every breath as well...I can only assume she burst some of my alveoli and it's trickles of blood bubbling in there. My hearing is shaky at best...like having a cold on an airplane flight. It's like my eardrums are muffled with cotton. She made a mess out of me....simply sitting there in comfort and farting on my face....like any woman would do to a chair. Sitting there in disbelief I watch the night shift nurse, Carol ( a lovely, curvaceous 40-something milf with blonde hair in a bob), come to my bedside. Biting her lower lip and looking quickly around with a mischievous grin on her face, she turned away from the bed, backed up and grabbed my hair. Pushing my face into her tight blue scrub pants she let out a long, sour, oily tuna fart. Half sitting on my head and face to hold it in place, she let go of my hair and placed her hands on her lap. Again she eased out a fishy, stinking, hot fart while occasionally looking around to see no one was coming near the room. She just sat there, squashing my face on the side of the bed, saying nothing. I wept in my mind as this beauty dropped gut bomb after gut bomb calmly, with the occasional quiet sigh of relief, while casually sitting on my face and head. She looked at her watch, eased out another fart. Folded her hands, blew another one over my helpless, tortured face. Sat a little more weight on me and let a greasy, viscous blast drain out of her backside, pile-driving over my face as her bum squashed me senseless. After ten minutes she rose, adjusted my position in the bed and crinkled her nose at the particularly thick smell of her lingering flatulence, and went about her rounds. There were a whole floor of these women! Is this what they all do to coma patients when no prying eyes can see them? Unknown to each other, let alone the outside world...My god! Can I swallow my tongue and be done with it? Am I to be trapped here for years until I succumb to the ravages of old age!? Heaven above...please have mercy! While staring at the numerous dots on my hospital room/prison cell's ceiling tiles on day 163 after my accident, I was greeted with the sound of women's laughter approaching the room. In walked Audry and a nurse I had never before seen. She had long blond hair, draping down past her shoulders, and powder blue scrubs, so tight on her curvy little hips and bubble butt it looked like she could explode out of them. Her perfume reminded me of a citrus grove I had once visited in the south of Florida, and she was absolutely gorgeous. After being Audry and Carol's butt cushion for the last number of weeks, it was sad, but all I could think about was what horrible thing she would be subjecting me to. I didn't care anymore. I was numb to the pain of having my head sat on...the searing pain of hot female flatus being shot into my sinuses by these she devil's abdominal contractions...I just wanted it all to be over. Just then, Kara was about to change my bed, but she dropped the cover sheet on the floor. In bending over to pick it up, she let out a little *prrip* of a fart, very close to my head. She stood up immediately looking embarrassed as Audry giggled at her. "Oh god.." said Kara..."That just came out, almost in that poor man's face..that must be awful" as she waved her hand. "Oh, you don't have to worry about him getting angry or offended..or even thinking for that matter" said Audry. "Here...watch this." She approached the side of the bed where Kara was standing with a somewhat confused look on her face. Audry pulled me to the side of the bed so my face was sideways, facing the wall. She threw a leg up, and sat roughly, heavily on my head. "Oh my god!" said Kara...surprisingly chuckling. "Won't you hurt him?" "Nah..." exclaimed Audry. "He's limp as a dishrag, can't feel anything at all. *BRRRRROOOOOMMMP!! Ooooh..sorry John Doe. That CANNOT smell very good from your vantage point. " She lifted her other leg off the ground and bounced on my poor head a few times, then stood up. Expressionless, I lay there staring at the wall. I felt actual tears come out of my eyes from the pressure, now relieved, and slowly breathed in the dissipating anal emission of Audry, my tormentress. Kara nearly doubled over with laughter. "Man...imagine...hahah..imag...hahahahah...imagine if he came to while you were sitting on him like that! He'd be like---WHAT THE F***....hahahah" she laughed. Audry chuckled in agreement. "He's like skin and bones though..have to be careful we don't break something" said Kara. Audry dropped my legs and stood up, rolling me over onto my back. She looked at my face and said "ooh..look. I made him cry. He's got tears coming down his little bony cheeks. Aww..." With a more serious look on her face Kara said "ooh..just a sec..I think I've got something that'll make him cry worse..." and with that she straddled my head, facing my feet, then squatted down onto my face. She looked back over her shoulder into my eyes, and her face got a slightly strained look. I felt her butt push out slightly and it happened... *ffff...ffff....fffffffBBBBBRRRRRRRRRfffff....ffff.....fff ....BRRUTT!!* A fart came out of her that lasted almost 15 seconds. It felt as if someone was firing pulses from a steamer directly up my nose and over my face, laced with fermenting rot. A combination of fish-chowder, onions and sulphur. This was at least twice as bad as anything Audry had subjected me to, even when she had my nose inserted inside her rectum. Completely indescribable, it even made the skin on my face burn..as if someone slathered me with liquid heat for sore muscles. Audry laughed hysterically, and waved her hand over her face complaining about the smell. From across the room she actually gagged a couple of times. Kara smiled down at me with an evil grin. The cat that just ate the canary. "So Johnny boy...does THAT bring tears to your eyes? Yes sir, that felt soooo good, I think I'll let you have a real one this time...no holding back like that last, little puff. Aww...poor little fellah. Big nasty nurses giving you a hard time? " Audry, still laughing, said "Wait a sec...I've got an Idea. Let's see if we can really make him cry." She went over to the storage closet and grabbed a stack of heavy winter blankets. She locked the door so no one could come in unexpectedly, and came over to Kara. She motioned for her to stand up, which she reluctantly did. "Oooh..whatever you're doing, you might want to leave the room for this next one...I mean my stomach is cramping like I'm going into labour here...hahah" said Kara. "Hold it for a couple more seconds, I really have to let one rip too, but let's do it this way..." said Audry as she slipped her panties off under her skirt. Kara followed suit, pulling her pants and underthings down around her ankles. I felt tears streaming down my cheeks in droves. God..please don't let them do this to me! Have mercy! "Wow, he IS crying. Hahaha...Aww, don't cry yet Mr. John Doe..I'm not even sitting down yet...wait until we're making skid marks on your face first. Then you can cry. Hahahah..." said Kara. Audry stood over me facing my feet, and she pulled Kara to her. They stood back to back, and descended onto my face. Audry's weight sat nearly entirely on my jaw, and my nose wedged into her butt cleavage. Kara's weight was entirely on my forehead, pressing the back of my skull into the floor. Their combined 340 pounds was excruciating, and they pushed their asses together as tightly as they could. The bridge of my nose was in kara's butt, the bottom of my nose in Audry's. I saw stars worse than before, my ears rang horribly, and my neck creaked and groaned every time they moved. I got only the pure, musky smell of ass with every breath from between them, and the medley of gurgling coming from both of their bloated abdomens filled my ears. Audry wrapped both of them and my head tightly as she could with the pile of winter blankets from the closet. Their sweat from the trapped heat was immediate, and there was absolutely no air flow at all. "Ok now..tell me when you've got a big one, and we'll both let him have it at the same time. Ready?" said Audry. "oh man, we are so going to hell for this. Hahaha...I'm ready. 3-2....1...UNGH!!!" said Kara. "Whupupupupupup---pppppffffffrrrppthht!!" "Brrrrowowowowowowouuuppthhh!" "BRRUUMP!!" "BRRRAAAFFT!" "Prrrt!!" I awoke still on the floor... my jaw hanging at an unnatural angle, gurgling with every breath. The girls were dressed again and my room and bed were back to normal. The blankets were gone and they were chuckling to one another. Kara and Audry stepped on me freely while working, tendons crackling in my hands and fingers under their heels and feet. "Well, I gotta make a call. Can you finish up?" asked Audry. "Sure, no problem" said Kara. "I'll put him back in bed." She roughly grabbed my shoulders and struggling a bit, banging me this way and that, managed to get me up there. She pulled out her cell phone, and I could hear the vibration of an incoming call. "Hello? Oh hey babe. Yeah, I'll be home soon..." she said, looking at me with that same evil grin. "I have to PEE like a bloody race horse, then I'll be on my way. Love you too! Bye!" She grabbed the bedpan, and locked the door. She put it under my head, laying me facing sideways right at the edge of the bed.She slid her pants down to her knees and I saw her white, round bum backing up to me. The warmth of it settled down onto the side of my head, crushing me into the bedpan. She farted a couple of times and I felt an absolute flood of warm, yellow liquid stream through my hair as she urinated. "Ahhhhh.....this feels soooo good Johnny. I hope you don't drown under there, cuz I'm no where near being finished. *ssssssssssssSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS* " her hot stream intensified, running all over my head and face, rising in the bed pan now to the point that I was sucking it in my nostrils and smashed mouth with my laboured breathing. *SSSSSSSssssssss.......SSSSSSSSSSS*BRRRRAFFTTT* She strained out another fart before she was finished, and rose to her feet. She looked around briefly, then wiped herself off on my bed-clothes. She slid her pants up, dumped the bed pan into the in room toilet, and began hurriedly tidying me and the room. 10 minutes later she was gone, and Carol walked in for her shift. Closing the door behind her she said to me "Oh, you poor little man..you must just dread the time of day when you see me coming in, don't you. Well I wish I had some better news for you, but I'm afraid my guts are just all in disarray this evening. So...I'm just going to sit down on your face for a little while and see if I can't get rid of some of this dreadful gas...." She said matter of factly. There would be no solace for me this evening....no end nor mercy...god help me. If I hadn't heard them say it, I wouldn't have believed it. It was a full year since I landed in this place after that fateful day when my mobility was stripped from me. I have forgotten what untainted air smells like I believe, as the insides of my sinuses and lungs have had the rectal emissions of no less than seven different women inflicted upon them almost daily. I'm not alone in my silent misery either. Once, a frail old woman named Bernice was wheeled in here on her hospital bed while something or other was being done to the plumbing in her room. My primary tormentress, Audry, sat on her face and farted for a good twenty minutes while on her break. I could smell the rank gas from across the room, but it was a different thing altogether being able to see the expressions she made as she pushed out her malevolent stink. She'd bite her lower lip a bit and furrow her brow at times. If she had a particularly bad one in the chamber her eyes would close and her mouth would remain slightly open as she let out a breathy "Ahhhhhhhhh....." for the duration of the putrescent bomb she was inflicting upon her withered old victim. She'd get a look of mischief on her face when I knew she was going to do something particularly evil. She slid her panties to the side and wedged Bernice's poor face between her voluptuous milky white cheeks. Then she'd fold her arms in smugness not unlike a little brattish girl who's hidden her brother's toy and knows she's got the upper hand. The sound of her flatulence began voluminous and bassy, washing over the old woman's trapped features with concentrated, squalid musk...a combination of rotten eggs, over-ripened cheese and thick bile. Slowly the bass transitioned into a hissing sound, and Audry's eyes looked down over her shoulder in utter contempt for her victim. A look that a wolf might give a cornered field mouse it's about to eat, or an elephant might give a jackal whose bones it's about to pulverise under its girth. Finally, an open mouthed smile crept across her face, with a hint of strain as the hissing gave way to a semi-liquid spattering sound....the indication she'd just exhausted her gas and sent a hint of atomized anal droplets straight up the old woman's nose. A damp, humid and swampy hell I was all too familiar with from the many times Audry used my own skull as a seat for her torturous bum. Following her break, she cleaned up Bernice and went back to her rounds. I saw tears running down her wrinkled cheek from my vantage point, and I knew then she experienced the whole ordeal. It made me want to vomit....the feeling that these depraved individuals had complete free reign to inflict upon we helpless souls whatever their minds could come up with... I barely had time to complete my thought when Carol walked in, obviously distressed. She closed my room door and slid the lock across. She walked straight over to Bernice...still laying on the bed with visible tears present...and drug her roughly over to the edge of the matress. She slid her scrubs hastily down to her ankles, and sat heavily on Bernice's chest. Fiddling with her jaw, Carol held Bernice's jaw open, and slid forward with her pussy right over her gaping mouth, bringing her weight to bear. Staring down at her victims trapped, squashed visage, she gained a look of strain on her face and grunted as a hissing, whooshing torrent of hot urine gushed out of her, immediately filling Bernice's mouth to the brim and spilling out over her face. Carol responded by sitting all of her weight forward and closing her legs together. She folded her hands on her lap and continued 'pissing like a racehorse' into her helpless, miserable receptacle. The expression of relief on Carol's face became quite plain as she grew close to finishing, and I was surprised at how little urine was dripping onto the surrounding bed and floor...that is, until she arose from her seated position... Bernice sounded like a person dieing of pneumonia. Her lungs were so full of urine that every breath was a ghastly, gurgling labour. Carol grew red in the face at the inconvenience of having to now aspirate her piss from Bernice's wind pipe. Cursing all the way, she connected the vacuum pump to the wall receptical and roughly drove the tube into the object of her anger's mouth. After ten minutes of drawing out mucous and yellow liquid and cleaning up her victim, Carol seemed satisfied no one would notice her indiscretions. She grabbed Bernice by her grey hair and held her limp and wilted form up... speaking in a tone that sent chills down my spine. "This will teach you to swallow what you're told to swallow, you old witch. I'm going to sit all of my weight right on your face and make sure you're intimately familiar with all these boiling rumbles my rotten guts are making." Carol accentuated her point by patting her abdomen menacingly. "Ohhhh, how I'm going to rip beer fart, after beer fart, after hot, burning, stinking beer fart right onto your squashed little face while you cry to yourself in silence, you old whore. The only thing you're going to smell for whatever life you have left are the remnants of my putrid flatulence stuck to the inside of your sinuses....and I swear to you I will feel the crunch of your old brittle bones slowly give way under my ass every time I come in to your room... I'm going to enjoy this. Let's get started, shall we?" What I witnessed that evening I will never be able to wash from my minds eye. It is my growing belief I died that night a year ago, and have been sent to Satan's grasp for the way I lived my life. The visions and experiences grow more and more horrible as each day passes, and heaven help me, it shows no end in sight! Mercy...someone end me before my sanity slips from my grasp... Day in and day out my torture continued. I was virtually numb to it, except for the occasional time when the nurses were feeling particularly hateful and would stomp on my testicles, bend my limbs at painful angles, or bounce their asses on my poor skull until I heard actual crunching. However I awoke one morning to hear heavy breathing. Odd, I thought to myself. Not a common sound in here to be sure. It was mouth breathing to be more precise, and from my vantage point I could see a very heavy.. obese is more fitting a description I suppose... woman in her late thirties standing just inside my doorway. She was dressed in janitorial gear, and pulled a cart full of cleaning supplies with her as she waddled into the room. She closed my door, then began to mop the floor, barely able to stand under the strain of even the moderate work she was doing. I could smell her b.o. from across the room it was so pungent. In spite of it, there was a prettiness to her face. Her blonde locks framed her round features nicely, and although she was indeed very fat, she maintained some semblance of an hour glass to her figure. Her bottom was certainly an object to be feared. It looked like if she sat on you or just about anything, painful crushing would immediately ensue. As I watched her go about her duties, fear began to build in the back of my mind. Although she wasn't one of my regular tormentresses, an encounter with this woman might be my last. It wasn't long before my fears were answered. Looking around her, she waddled over to my bedside. The smell of her was strong and unpleasant... like the bottom of a garbage can when you take the bag out, or those old musty rags molding in the basement. She definitely did not wash herself in all the right places sufficiently, and the faint scent of perfume did little to cover this fact. She looked down at me, breathing heavily through her mouth, as if every movement she made were an intense effort. A grin crept across her round, puffy face as a flubbering, plupping sound slapped out from between the cheeks of her ass, lasting nearly a full ten seconds. *Growowow---fwupluplupluplup...fweeerrtttthhhh* She was facing away from me, and it took several seconds for the smell to hit. When the smell came over me it was so intense...so room filling...that I actually felt my body react on it's own. My breathing changed, and my stomach clenched as if trying to retch. This brought fourth a little giggle from Jackie, as it said on her name tag. And she spoke for the first time, with a decidedly southern accent. "I jus had me a big ol' plate of greasy onion rings, fried chicken, and a whooole mess of hard boiled eggs with mayo. I loves them eggs, but they gives me gawd awful bellyaches, and the wind I gits is hot enough to burn the ass right outta my britches. Tell you what sugah, I'm gonna sit my little ol' be-hind down for a spell...you know.. just till I can manage to ease out alllll o this nasty gas, then I'll get back to work. If'n you'ze still alive after I'm done fartin on y'all that is. That ol lady cross the way what passed away last week wasn't so lucky. Yes sir, I had it baaad that day. I sat on her face for nigh on 45 minutes...must have let a hundred or more of em rip, and they was still comin. Never seen nothing like it.......course I don't suppose she did neither. Toward the end of it, sir I tell you, it felt like my ass was drippin scaldin hot lava they was so bad. It burned my poor butt hole like a bon fire poker, but I had to get that stuff outta my guts. I can't imagine what it smells like in between these here cheeks o' mine when I'm givin 'er like that, but Mr. John Doe, you are about to find out first hand...yes sir! " With that, tears streaming down my face all the while, Jackie stood up on the bed. The metal frame creaked and groaned under the strain of her. She wheezed and panted with the effort, sweat dripping off of her already wet brow. She pulled down her green scrub pants, the sweat stained crack clearly visible, and I could smell her backside from her standing position. Slowly she lowered herself down, facing my feet. Her bottom made contact with my chest and the weight was unlike anything I've felt before, even when I had 2 women on me. I felt several of my ribs actually crack under the pressure, and the pain was immediate. She slid backwards and her enormous butt cheeks opened up, like a python swallowing a cowering field mouse. They slid around my head, the stagnant, fetid stench of her bum filling my senses immediately. The mere smell of this alone was worse than what the others had subjected me to. My nose was being crushed completely flat in direct contact with her stinking asshole, my vision was filled completely with the brightest stars from her voluminous mounds of fat crushing down upon me, my ears rang horribly and I could only hear her distant breathing and heartbeat. All else was silent. *FRRRROOOOOMMMMPPP!!* ....A full on fart blasted into my nostrils and over my face with the force of an air compressor. From this distance the burning pain almost overtook the squalid, dank and bilious stink erupting from her bowels. The heat was literally stinging...as if I had immersed my face into a deep fryer and my skin was blistering into boils. *GROOOONT!---GROOOOOOOONT!----BROOOOOMMMP! ---PROOOOOOOFFFF! ---PPPFFFFFfffffff---fffffff-----fffffffffff-----ffffffff......* Each loud, voluminous barrage hurt worse than the first...the smell not unlike a bin full of fish entrails, rotting in the sun, writhing with maggots. It had no where to go but into my nostrils...flaring them out forcefully with each blast...and over my face and crushed eyes, making them sting and water. From her seat, Jackie had her arms folded on her gut. With each anal barrage she gritted her teeth and scrunched her face up, following each one with a short relieved sigh. She was breathing hard, sweating, and her abdomen boiled, churned and growled like a sewage processing plant. My hair was all that was exposed between her cheeks, and not much of it at that. The little there was jostled with every pew-splitting crackle that plowed its way out of her uncaring ass. On it went for a full 15 minutes. At that point, Jackie exclaimed "Ohh...my. Little fella, you better hang on to yourself. I don't know if this is gonna be all air or not, but it's commin out regardless. HNNNGGUH!!" She clenched both fists, closed her eyes, and made a motion like a trucker pulling his air horn. Her eyes rolled back in the utter pleasure of relief and she unleashed hell upon me. *Brupupupupup---SQARRCH---thhhhhWAAPPAPAPAPAPAPAPAPTHH HHRAAPP!!!* I felt something in my sinuses pop under the strain. My ears nearly exploded with the back pressure like never before, and my stomach convulsed, forcing bile up into and out of my mouth. Her last straining fart was so moist and humid that its condensed substance soaked my face and hair, and left an ass print sized brownish stain around my head on the pillow. My nasal passages bled from the onslaught, my eyes bled from the pressure of being sat on for so long, and my neck cartilage was definitely out of place between my vertebrae. As she rose up from her seated position and climbed down to the floor, she looked at the state of me and curled up her nose. She opened my window, and immediately the cool air washed across my face. She flipped my stained pillow over, hurriedly wiped my face off, and finished her tasks in the room. Before she left, she pulled my head to the side of the bed, and sat that punishing ass down on me one last time. Sliding her pants down slightly, her greasy bum sliding onto me, she farted six or seven more hellish blasts out of her and pulled my sheets over my head leaving me to cook in her humid, stinking flatulence. She bounced a couple of times, her round ass spreading out over my head unrelentingly, and I lost consciousness from the pain as she chuckled and walked out of the room. The next day, my regular doctor came in for his rounds. Looking at the state of me, he did a more thorough check than usual. Oh god in heaven...please let him see it! Please let him know my plight!! He noticed my pillow. Then the bruises and joint dislocations from the nurses abuse. "My god man...what have they been doing to you?" he said half under his breath. Jubilation!!! Someone had seen!! I'm going to be ok!!... He reached for his cell phone and began to dial a number, just as a huge *CLANG!!* rang out. He dropped to the floor, with Audry and Carol standing behind him. Audry held an oxygen tank aloft....she had just struck him over the head with it. "Now now Mr. Smartypants...you should have just asked us what we do to treat these useless stiffs. We'll be more than happy to show you first hand." Audry seethed through clenched teeth. Carol wheeled a bed in, complete with restraints and they both hefted the doctor onto it. As they began to fiddle with the straps and Jackie walked in, closing the door behind her...I abandoned all hope. Nothing I could do would save me, and my one possible savior has been taken out. What they did to that poor man....right in front of me....god help us all.
PART 2 - Through Bernice's Eyes
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