By: JustAnotherGasWriter
Fog and clouds enveloped the ocean as the sun rose, keeping it dingy and grey. Hidden in the coverage was a small island with a lone mansion built into a cliffside. The place was private, owned by an ex-PMC who had hit it big with an invention that allowed her to retire early in such a glamorous way. Her only companion in the house was a special ‘friend’ from her previous job.
Anja was in a deep sleep as daylight bled into the bedroom. The blonde woman drooled over her pillow and snored lightly. Her stomach rumbled as she remained asleep, much to the dismay of her special companion. The man was strapped tight to the bed and under a blanket… with his head roped to Anja’s fatass! Thanks to one of the many pills that he was forced to take, the man no longer required sleep… instead being relegated to Anja’s full time fart sniffer even throughout the night! Not a day had gone by since his capture that he hadn’t been dutch ovened all night by the engineer, and tonight was no exception. The only filter he had from her butthole was some hot, fuzzy pajamas that also soaked up a good amount of the farts she pushed out and held onto them to prolong his suffering.
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Anja’s big pale booty rumbled against his face as she broke wind. He winced as the morning fart hit his nose like a truck. She hadn’t taken a dump in a bit, at least to his knowledge, and it had been making her gas stink even worse than usual. He had been huffing her ass all night of course, and even in the span of the last six or seven hours since she had fallen asleep, he had noticed a significant uptick in the strength of her odor.
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A much larger fart ripped out of Anja’s backside and rattled her slave’s whole body and face. This one (unfortunately for him) was much more in line with the average fart that Anja cooked up for his sniffing displeasure. He always felt like he was going to be sick or pass out whenever she cooked him like this, but he was physically unable to. It was the closest thing to Hell on Earth he figured anyone would ever have to put up with! And for the grand crime of espionage, where he wasn’t even the main culprit nearly a year ago! Anja had simply taken a great liking to torturing him like this, so no amount of reasoning or pleading would save him. He was locked in to be her fart slave for the rest of his days at this rate!
Luckily for him, this dutch oven session was coming to a close as Anja finally started to stir before waking up fully. She freed the man from his bonds before snapping her fingers.
“Breakfast, you know what I like,” She demanded, pointing him away. He took the chance to have a break from huffing her farts gratefully and scurried off before she could change her mind!
Anja took about twenty minutes to wake up and enjoy personal time before checking in to her ‘servant’. The interior was lovely-looking, but smelled rather abhorrent! The inventor rarely had guests over, so she didn’t mind being a slob. The only other person she saw regularly was her slave. The pathetic man was the same one that had been turned over to her by Kali when she was still working with Nighthaven; he was caught trying to steal and spy on the PMC group and had instead found a new career path… as Anja’s seat, toilet, and general-purpose servant! The man led a miserable life; Anja had developed other gizmos and gadgets after moving to her new island home. Arguably, her biggest development was a pill set she had made him take. The medications she had developed along with Finka made it impossible for him to be forced into an unconscious state, not need to eat or use the bathroom, not need real air or oxygen, and worst of all, unable to acclimate to any of Anja’s scents and flavors. There was also an injection she had given him to make him a measly 4’5, while she stood a tall 6’8! Being in the house was hell on Earth as Anja’s lingering stink followed him everywhere around the grand house!
Anja sat in her massive living room to watch the news while eating breakfast. She enjoyed a full English breakfast often, for the variety of food and the aftermath it brought! Combined with her coffee, it wasn’t long before she stood back up from the couch and clapped her hands to summon her slave. “Bathroom,” she commanded him in a simple but stern way.
The man gulped as he knew what this meant, though he didn’t have a choice! The towering woman walked him over to the bathroom and the inventor slipped her pajama bottoms down to reveal her fat freckled ass. Despite her horrendous diet, she had managed to keep a pretty solid build. The man had to stick his head back into the toilet bowl and was pinned down into it by Anja’s unwashed ass crack! Her donut rubbed against his lips, and he just accepted it and opened his mouth up wide.
Anja was sitting on the toilet and propping her head up using her left arm as a kickstand while scrolling through some TikTok on her phone with her free hand. Her stomach rumbled and she winced behind her glasses before unleashing a deep, bassy fart that echoed below her rear end.
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The Croatian woman sighed after expelling the gross gust from her bowels. She had felt gunked up the last few days day and had been cutting some farts that were even worse than normal somehow. It was like she had a bunch of gravel sitting in her stomach from the hefty feeling, and she had tried to use the bathroom a few times now but had no success. It felt this time though like she would finally be able to relieve herself and was gradually working it all out, fart by fart. The coffee and beans in the English breakfast had done wonders already to loosen her up, and she could feel that it was loosening up quickly. Her servant below was much less happy about the scenario, choking as the first fart seeped into his mouth and burned his throat!
“Well, you made me breakfast. It was about time I returned the favor.” She smirked through gritted teeth, pushing harder and harder to work it out.
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A few gentler puffs came out of her back end before it ramped way up to a merciless ripper, bringing a thick and shitty sewer smell to them. Anja needed to poop badly, and it was finally on the way out now after days of remaining stuck inside her intestines. The man yelled into Anja’s asshole, feeling like he was going to be sick because of the shit-flavored farts he was being forced to eat!
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Anja’s eyes watered from the effort of how hard she was pushing, her colon felt like it was turning inside out! A thick shit log pushed past the opening of her asshole and right down into her toilet slave's mouth, filling it instantly. The ex-spy turned toilet slave screamed out again for mercy, though a mouthful of steamy scat instantly drowned out his cries! He was heaving right after, ready to throw up.
“Goddamn it, cut that out…” Anja panted, her voice stern. “This isn't your first rodeo, eat my shit. There is more than that stuck up there, and it’s all going down your throat one way or another.”
Her slave shook his head no in a pleading manner, but he swallowed as hard as he could to get the vomit back down as well as some of Anja's shit. After slurping a couple of her shit nuggets down whole, he had just enough space to chew up the rest of her chewy shit and swallow that once it was turned into a muddy paste. Anja listened closely to the pleading whimpers her boy toy made as he was reduced to being just her toilet, though she had little sympathy for him.
“You’ve gotten better at this at least… not by much though,” she remarked, thinking about how long it had taken her to train him to be even this tolerant of eating her shit!
Her intestines bubbled up, and she leaned forward over her knees to try and push some more. Her butthole opened up and another solid poo log began to slide out of her starfish. It was more stubborn than the other turds that had been more energetic on the way out, causing the man plenty of hell as it inched bit by bit against his tongue! His mouth was clear now for the first time since Anja had started to have her bowel movements, but this would not last long. The thick, dense crap rubbed every single one of his taste buds on the way down his mouth. He never could even get used to this and had only gotten over the want to dry heave and throw up immediately when he got a taste of it!
“Ugh, I feel like I am shitting a boulder out…” Anja groaned, wincing behind her thick glasses. She had to put the phone down for a moment and lean forward while pressuring her stomach to get it to come out easier and faster, the poor slave’s mouth was already at capacity so her foul scat was forced down his throat to make way for the heavier and fresher shit. His eyes welled up in disgust, but he buckled down and started to swallow as hard as he could to get it over with. His body seized, but he got it down. Once she was done dropping her ‘gift’ off, she stood up and wiped her ass with some plush quilted TP and put the wad of shitty paper in his maw with the remainder of her morning dump. “Come to the living room when you are done,” She instructed him, leaving him to deal with her disgusting mess!
He had to lie there for a moment to recover now that she wasn’t actively filling his throat with scat, but he did start to swallow again after having a chance to regain his bearings. He slowly but steadily cleared the crap out of his mouth and finally got up, feeling nauseous after his foul breakfast!
Anja, her bowels finally emptied after her multi-day constipation stint, walked briskly to the living room. Feeling several pounds lighter definitely made this a lot easier! She took a load off on the cough with a grunt and turned the massive flat screen on before grabbing a controller. Her slave came out of the bathroom a few minutes later once he had “flushed” her massive shit away and reported as previously ordered. Anja spread her legs for him, her crotch only covered by her panties now while she played her game. He didn’t need an order and got on his knees in front of her before sticking his head in. Anja pulled his face tight to her musky, sweaty crotch. His head was enveloped on both sides with some massive, fleshy thighs that held him tight in place with no hope of moving away.
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Anja made it even worse for him by ripping a fart right into his face, the man having no choice but to take the rich smelling stink in through both his mouth and nose as he was glued to her taint.
“Sniff, inhale my musk,” Anja commanded smoothly. When she had a moment between rounds of her game, she produced two pairs of handcuffs out from the center console of the couch. With the shiny metal bracelets out, she placed one end of each cuff on a hand and used the other end to lock his wrists to the couch for extra insurance that he couldn’t escape. “How does it smell?” She asked him once he was secured, loosening up with her thighs enough that he could speak.
“The fucking worst!” He choked, heaving hard as he was overwhelmed by her post shit gas. The farts coming out now were similar to her morning shit; they had been locked up for too long and had extra time to simmer up to something especially stinky. He was green in the face, and his head spun, but he wasn’t allowed the mercy of passing out or even at least losing a sense of alertness, thanks to Anja’s meds! He was painstakingly aware of every burning fart molecule he had to inhale!
“Glad you’re having fun too,” Anja replied cooly, her ass still poised perfectly to pepper him with more poots of varying severity. “How about my thighs?” She asked next, scissorgripping his head aggressively for a moment so that her thick legs crashed against the side of his face!
“Fuck, my fucking head is going to explode!” He groaned, his head spent spiralling some more into a splitting headache with how Anja was pounding on him! She only let up to realign her stinkhole with his face and blow him a hot kiss.
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"Woof… that sounded disgusting,” The blonde woman remarked flattly, her asshole feeling moist as she let out a nasty near shart! “Sniff that down, I don’t want to get a whiff of it… I’ll make sure my next dump is even worse if you don’t,” She ordered him casually, along with a threat, her thighs synching on his head again to pull him into her crack.
Her toy whined and whimpered for mercy but knew better than to expect such and started sniffing with all his might. Anja would probably do what she threatened anyway, but anything he could do to reduce his suffering was an opportunity he would gladly take. Anja took a hand off a controller to rub her stomach and cursed.
“I’m feeling too fucking gassy to play a game right now…” she observed and shut the console down, turning on Netflix instead. He felt his hands get unlocked, and Anja got off the couch… only so she could lock him back down where his shoulders were tight to the cushions and his arms were locked out to the side! The billionaire cycled through her FYP on the streaming service and put on a show she had recently started before walking out of the room. She returned with a wet burrito she had delivered out to the island a day before, the plate steaming after it had a trip in the microwave. She sat down on his face, her fat freckled ass covering her victim entirely once again.
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The nasty woman nearly shit herself again right after taking a seat on his face and didn’t even acknowledge it, opting instead to stuff her face with the messy burrito and watch TV. He was dreading the time it would come back to haunt him; he had heard Anja call the order in. It was a super carne asada burrito with double everything and enchilada sauce on the top, a meal all too familiar to him. It was Anja’s favorite, both for the taste and for how brutal it made everything that came out her backside for at least the next day!
“I don’t hear you sniffing down there!” she remarked sternly, bouncing her ass on his face to snap him to attention and punish him. He let out a loud grunt of pain and got to work inhaling the fart.
“Better,” She told him, satisfied with his efforts now. Once she had her sick kicks in, she went back to focusing on binge watching the show while just giving him a sweaty, smelly facesit and the occasional fart to the face.
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After a few minutes of watching the show, she broke the silence with a brutal force on his face. Her junk food diet was starting to outshine the post shit stink now, not that it made it any better for him! He started to gag and cough, provoking a few punches from Anja to the stomach.
“Quit that… that’s it, you earned this one,” She told him, annoyed how his gagging was drawing her attention away from the TV. She reached back and grabbed his head by his hair and pulled hard, sliding his face down so her asshole was against his lips! He yelled in pain from the hits and the hair pulling, a few tears welling in his eyes as he was dealt his grand punishment for the ultimate sin of having a negative reaction to her disgusting rips!
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A long, wet fart blasted out of Anja’s unwashed ass and into his mouth, getting her to start cackling as he writhed around in tortured discomfort!
“Wait here asshole,” she told him, letting go of his head. He was still stuck to the couch but was at least given a break as she went off to the bedroom for a few minutes, returning after in her favorite pair of stinking jeans.
She wore the poor pants all day every day; the denim had absorbed a good 80-90% of the farts that she had let go since who knew when, and they smelled like it! She reclaimed her favorite seat, his nose rubbing up against the harsh feeling and smelling material. There had been a few occasions where Anja had grinded her butt on his head so hard in these pants, that the denim had sandpapered his skin down and fucked him up pretty bad.
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She farted again as soon as she took a seat, engulfing his head in a mix of rotten aged miasma and fresh foul farts from the source. “Kiss my ass and say thank you, there is some perverts out there that would give anything to be treated like how I treat you,” She demanded, beating his face up with some hip shakes that got her ass clapping!
“T-thank you, Anja…” He groaned, his tone insincere, but at least giving her the magic words she wanted to hear. He pursed his lips and then craned his head up, planting his lips right to where her butthole was roughly through the stinky blue jeans.
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Anja timed her next disgusting, sloppy rip to come out when his lips met her rear end. His cheeks flapped back in the rancid gust and he coughed violently in reaction to the near shart! Anja rubbed her stomach and snickered, grinding once more with the rough pants.
“Do you think I need to shit again? Sure sounded and felt like it,” She jeered at her slave, breaking him down even further with verbal jabs between her enormous and bubbly blasts.
“S-sure t-tastes like i-it,” he gasped for air, coughing still after the near shart infiltrated his throat forcefully. He heaved some more after getting his words out, the back of his throat burning hard from the disgusting gas.
Anja increased the pressure on his face by pushing her weight down into his head rather than just sitting full weight on him, totally shutting her slave up and smothering him hard! The only thing he could breathe would be wet, bassy farts filtered through the disgusting jeans.
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Another spicy, sloppy fart came out of Anja. She was in a groove now and wasn’t even thinking about how brutal the treatment was; she was too focused on her show. The next few hours would go like this with her forcing sloppy farts down his nose and mouth. The whole time, the man was gagging and choking, feeling ready to vomit but unable to. Anja only got up once the show was over in the late evening, a visible brown-green haze surrounded them in the living room from the intense nonstop session. His restraints were finally removed, but she had some plans for how to play with him next.
“Go make me dinner, and then go to the computer room,” she commanded him and snapped. He got up and meekly scampered off to go and fix her food, his face stained with searing Mexican food stink!
Anja went to her bedroom to put on a devious device she had come up with. There was a long tube affixed to a gas mask to direct funnel her gas (and even more solid things) to him that she retrieved from a chest full of kinky torture devices. She had to unbutton her jeans and dig her panties out of her filthy ass crack with a few fingers to make room and then slid the tube down her back and into her pants. Once it was in there, she inserted the tube into her rectum and then walked to the computer room. Her pants were zipped and buttoned properly once more.
Her tortured soul of a servant was waiting for her arrival there with a large plate of cheese fries and a juicy burger drowning in sauces. Anja snapped her fingers and motioned him to take a seat in front of the computer, which he did with some confusion as to what she was going to do from there. Anja turned the computer on and slid the mask over top of his head before starting to eat her buuger with one hand. He was horrified by the mask; it made him always feel so claustrophobic in addition to the obvious smothering and dutch oven qualities it had to it.
“We’re going to play some stupid games since you love them so much… every time you fail, you will get punished.” She laid out the rules and pulled an old classic up on the desktop.
The slave looked to see the website she had put him on and almost rolled his eyes when he saw what it was. She had pulled the Impossible Game up on the computer before turning the mouse and keyboard over to him! He would make a snarky remark if he weren’t in such a precarious position! In theory, he could go this entire time without suffering from Anja’s ass gas if he did a perfect run… and if the Croatian woman honored her end of the deal as well. Not that he had any say in whether he got to play; refusal would certainly lead to a more brutal situation than playing along with her BS.
He loaded up the first level and saw the text ATTEMPT ONE flash across the top of the screen as the square character moved to the right and obstacles started to appear. He had never played this game or even similar games like Geometry Dash. With a click, he was able to clear the first obstacle with ease. Following this, he was met with a few quick decisions as there was a split route… one of them surely was instant death, and the other one likely led to a variety of rigorous obstacles. Not that he would find out on his first try, though, because he took the wrong route that led to his first death.
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A huge fart rattled out of Anja and fogged the tube as he failed, which of course funneled into the mask and fumigated his face! He began to choke inside of his tight torture chamber, unable to focus on the game, which of course resulted in him dying to the first obstacle multiple times.
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Anja dealt his punishment swiftly, still casually chowing down on her dinner as she farted violently into the tube. The man dry heaved and choked; his lungs and nose and sinuses were all set ablaze, and his eyes watered! His head throbbed, and he definitely would have blacked out quickly if he could. Anja’s regiment of pills he was forced to take kept this from happening, so he had to just take it all while feeling like his brain was leaking out his ears!
“Now you’re not even trying. Focus on the game, you fool!” Anja laughed as he was unable to focus at all, a green haze had formed in the tube from all her thick farts being concentrated in such a tight space. The fog kept him from being able to see well, though he tried to carry on and play the game.
Powering through and through teary eyes, he jumped the first spike and then went the route that he was supposed to take on the next one. He lasted another couple of jumps before his luck ran out and he made a wrong move.
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A sharty-sounding rip hammered his senses next, and Anja groaned. Her stomach growled in intense labor from the new foods immediately being processed into gas and shit.
“Keep going, at least clear the first level, and then you can have a break,” she promised, setting the bar low so it was realistic for him to achieve.
The man was motivated by her words, and he collected himself in time to take on the level again without any other hiccups right at the start. After half an hour of him getting further into the level with trial and error and Anja rewarding his fuckups with fresh farts, he finally got to the end. As promised, Anja took the tube out of her rear end, and after a few minutes longer of making his head marinate in her collected stink, she removed the mask too. His head went down onto the desk, and he gagged and spit, but as his lungs were slowly decontaminated of the fresh caustic clouds, he at least didn’t feel like he was going to die! The whole experience was like being water-boarded with flatulence! His head was pulled up by Anja’s tight grip wher she stuck his face right to her tight jeans, her leg already hiked up!
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She cut her nastiest, wettest, smelliest fart of the day thusfar, holding him tight into her rear for it’s entire forty second duration!
“Bedtime,” she told him after, letting go of his head and shepherding him to the bedroom.
The poor guy was in a gassed-out daze and was whisked away to the master bedroom. Anja decided to keep her jeans on tonight and climbed into bed without even brushing her teeth, let alone showering! The blankets were tightened down by some motors in the bed frame to synch him down and hold him to her rear. With her sniffer slave in place, Anja settled down and quickly fell asleep, exhausted from a long day of tormenting the poor guy. The party was far from over for him, he was snuggled up tight to her fat, milfy buns with the blankets trapping her gas in there! The meds he took kept him from sleeping anyway… he was still on sniffing duty as the much larger woman got her beauty sleep!
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Anja ripped ass hard in his face in her sleep, marking the start of another long night for her poor seat.