Craig had messed up big time.

He hadn’t meant to do it. He was just in a stupor from working out too hard. He had just started this new diet, he was tired and he just wasn’t thinking straight.

He didn’t mean to walk into the girls half of the gyms locker room.

She had saw him. Some strange goth girl that was on the elliptical with her headphones on. He meant to leave right away but it was empty, or so he thought. He was snooping. He knows it was wrong but it wasn’t his fault.

But then he heard it.

*pa-shuuu Click*

He turned and saw someone had taken a photo while he was peering around a corner. He turned startled.

“It’s not what it looks like” he said unconvincingly

“Pervert. Lets just skip the formalities. You Fucked up and i got you on tape. Your ass is mine “ the girl in all black gym clothes said with a smirk

“What do you want?” He asked. He was confused. Why didn’t she just tell on him or leave him alone. Why blackmail him. Then he realized he knew her from somewhere. He just didn’t know where. It was on the tip of his tongue.

“I want you.” She said as began opening a locker. She pulled out a piece of paper and wrote something on it. “Here’s my number. Ill call this weekend and give you my address. Meet me there. Or i say you came in to steal these” She said as she dropped a pair of panties on the floor. She made a pained face “ooh the horror a pervert in the gym”

Craig hesitated for a moment. He could just go out and tell someone she was blackmailing him. He had been here for a long time & they’d believe him. Right.

Then she screamed.

He froze. She screamed. Why did she scream. Shit. Suddenly an employee ran into the room. He was a big guy. Muscles and he looked right at craig, ready to throw down. He looked at the woman “are you ok? Did he touch you?” He glared at craig.

She looked at craig. He nodded reluctantly. “No. Sorry i saw a spider. Ny friend here is afraid of them too. He was helping me earier since i forgot my locker combo” she lied gracefully as if she had done this before.

The employee looked unconvinced “you gotta leave here dude. Soider or not no men in here.” He said

“Sure” craig said as he left the room. He caught the woman wink at him “you own me” she mouthed.

Fuck what had he gotten into

———

He was standing outside a door. It was the third floor of an motel nearby in town. He didnt even realize there was one here, since he never really looked he didnt notice it.

He rang the bell and when it opened he saw the same women in the doorway. She was wearing all black again. Combat boots & a long black sundress. Like a punk morticia adams.

“Come in come in” she directed him to the living room.

The blinds were drawn and candles lit everywhere. “Are you trying to fuck me? All these candles? If you just wanted to fool around you didnt need to play so hard.” Craig said as he moved aside some papers strewn across the couch to take a seat.

He saw symbols all over the table. He stood again. “You not going to kill me for some vodoo black magic shit are you?!” he said

She laughed. “Magic yes. Kill no. Calm down idiot. I practice magic for fun & dont you remember me. We went to art school together in college.”

“Oh the creepy girl. Uh.. stephanie right? Yeah you always drew like witches and occult stuff. How are you? Why the hell didnt you tell me at the gym.” He said offended she had done all this song and dance. “Why did you blackmail me. Were werent really friends but we talked a few times”

“I know. I remember.” She said with a touch of annoyance in her voice craig failed to hear. He was too busy reminiscing. He loved art school. Good times. Lifes been a bit harder after it but its been good. “What have you been up to?” He asked.

“Doing more art. I have a project ive been working on and I needed a partner. Ive been working on it since I dropped out and its nearly done. It was a lucky coincidence we met” she smiled as she sat down besides craig. He could smell her perfume. It was a sweet floral scent. He didn’t remember her being so hot. Back in art school they used to joke about her being smelly stephanie. She was overweight & had IBS.

“You cleaned up pretty well stephanie” he said. “ what do you need me to do? I really like that gym” he said as he began playing with the papers on the desk. Pretending to read them. Mostly latin and funny symbols.

“Im recording a video about me casting a spell. I need someone to be the ‘subject’. I cast the spell, you pretend to be cursed and then I break the curse.” She explained as she pointed out the cameras and implements in the room.

“Thats it sure” he said. Seemed quick work for the evening plus he could hang with Stephanie for a bit. She was hot now so maybe he could suggest they make a home movie after. She seemed into him, why else would she invite him to this motel.

— —

She had craig shirtless and covered in ink. Symbols all over his face. Stephanie had done the same while lighting some more candles and saying all these things in other languages.

Craig was getting bored but he could at least ogle stephanie in the meantime.

Eventually she said she was done

“That’s it? No flickering lights or noise. Wheres the fluff isnt this for your movie?” He asked

“No. This was about revenge.” She said as she stood up snd began packing up the supplies.

“Revenge? For what?” He asked incredulously. What had he done to her? Also how was this revenge. Embarrassing videos? Blackmail?

“Yes. Im done your free. Youve been cursed. When you want to be uncurse you can come crawling to my house on all fours and beg for forgiveness. If you kiss my feet then maybe ill forgive you. “ she said tossing the papers in a folder.

Craig laughed. “I knew you were crazy. Well i was gonna let you fuck me but you should never fuck crazy. Ill see myself out”

Curses weren’t real and this girl was crazy. He was lucky she was a weirdo and chose to not tell anyone about the gym or stab him. He laughed as he grabbed his jacket. “You can kiss my ass smelly stephanie” he said as he left the room.

Stephanie ignored him as she cleaned up and prepared to go. He would come back soon enough. She was going to enjoy it.

— the next day —

Stephanie woke in an amazing mood. She had finally done it. She pulled her pen. She had cursed craig and now she had him.

Art school was hell and she had spent so long planning her revenge. She tried cursing him so many times, tried finding blackmail, tried to do anything to get back at him.

She had got fit, got stronger, been to therapy, & even got herself a boyfriend. She couldnt stop thinking about art school though. She had IBS and farted once. ONCE! In class and craig convinced everyone to call her by that stupid name. For 2 years she dealt eith it. It broke her. She dropped out.

But now she had him.

She brought out the inkwell and began to draw a symbol on the bottom of her socks. Its was her favorite striped pair and she hated to ruin them but she was planning on going for a run today and she knew craig would love her little gift for him.

It was a hot day and stephanie went for a good 3 miles run in her combat boots. Her feet were sore as hell after but sweaty too which was her goal.

She then went home to get ready for work. It was going to be a fun day.

———

Craig was sick. Or something. When he woke in the morning he found it hard to breathe. Like he was wearing a muggy mask. It was like a cloud of steam over his face.

He struggled to breathe throughout the morning and by breakfast he was feeling sick. Something smelled awful.

“Dont you smell that?” He asked his sister at the dining table.

“Maybe its your upper lip. I dont know. I dont smell anything” she said pouring s bowl of cereal.

———

Stephanie had been wearing her boots for three days straight. She was afraid to remove them.

She gave herself sponge baths after work and day dreamed about craig suffering. God he must be dying. She cackled. He’ll probably only last another day or so.

She turned on some netflix and picked up a book to read.

——

Craig couldnt handle it. The doctor said nothing was wrong but every breath was torture.

It smelled like the inside of a gym bag. It felt moist and he could taste it with every breath.

Stephanie had done something. She fucking cursed him. What a bitch. He planned to call the cops until he realized they could do nothing. He priest at church laughed at the notion of him being cursed.

As he spent a third night trapped smelling whatever this dying thing was he decided to simply apologize.

He made a plan in the morning to go to her home and demand her to remove the curse. He would apologize and she would remove it.

When he woke the smell had worsened yet again. What the fuck was it. God he could barely breathe. He had to take it slow, every time he hurried he began huffing and puffing from the smell. He had spent the whole morning dry heaving and had a wretched sleep.

Then he realized he didnt know where Stephanie lived. He tried to call but the number reached a voicemail. What the fuck.

——

Stephanie laughed. He had called her fake google number 27 times in the past hour. I guess 6 days without taking off her boots was paying off. She was tempted to take one off to get an idea of what he was going through.

Sure it was torture but could she really appreciate it without being sure how bad it was. Whatever she decided.

She went for another run and put it out of her mind. When she got home she sent craig a text. It was time for part two.

She sent him her address at 3am. She removed her boots and gagged as the scent flooded her room. Fuck. She quickly ran to the bathroom and took a quick bath.

When she came back she removed the spell from her socks.

She began preparing the second as she pulled out her ink.

—

Craig woke to a text from Stephanie.

“You did good. Come apologize or it starts again you have 3 days.”

He had her address but more importantly he could breathe. He could cry.

He ran outside and took long deep breathes of fresh air. He resolved to go to her home after work.

It had been nearly a week since he stopped going to the gym. He had to go now that he was feeling better.

A quick workout, a good lunch, and after work he could go apologize. He would even kiss her feet. Fuck it. He lived through hell and he could handle anything to be free.

As he was running on the treadmill it hit him. Holy mother of god. Someone had farted in the gym and he had just gotten a lungfull. He fell off the treadmill and gasped.

An employee came to help but he brushed him aside. He was breathing heavy and looking for the asshole who farted in front of him, but the gym was empty.

As he tried to regulate his breathing snd stand a second wave hit him. It smelled like onions. His eyes burned as he coughed.

Stephanie laughed as she let loose another one. She was watching a new comedy that just came out in theatre’s this week and drinking her mcflurry. She was lactose intolerant and she knew. And now craig would probably remember it too. She laughed as the man in the movie dropped the lamps and farted again. Her farts made her laugh harder.

She almost felt sorry for Craig. She had plans to indulge in ice cream all day. Craig would live. The mythbusters proved farts cant kill. Hers probably smelled like they did but no he would just suffer.

———

Craig had to uber to Stephanies house. He couldnt drive for fear of crashing. He never knew when he would smell another fart. He realized what she had done. He called her smelly now everything smelled bad.

He knocked on the door. An older woman answered

“Where’s Stephanie?” He asked angrily.

“Are you Craig? Stephanie said you would come by and to give you this letter. She also said your an asshat who bullied her” her mother said “now get off my doorstep. Shes not here. Take whatever it is she owed you snd go”

Craig was confused but another raunchy fart burned his lungs and he turned and called another uber. He then opened the note.

“Hey craig,

Took you long enough. First if you havent noticed the curse worked. How’d you like my socks the first week? I wore them special for you. Right now your probably huffing my farts. In case you didn’t realize it. Every time i fart it goes directly to you.

Also i moved. Im currently in my new art school. Ill be back during the summer. Ill be sure to give you a break every now and then if you beg. Send a video to this email REDACTED of you on all fours begging me for a break and maybe I’ll relent.

You belong to me now. I own you. If i say jump you jump.

For your first task I want you to gag yourself and take deep long lungfulls of my farts. Ill be sure to have a glass of milk for dinner every night until you do so. I want you to Thank me for each one. Then send me the video.

Ps: you probably think it cant get worse. The farts are definitely bad but at least if im not drinking any milk youll be fine until nighttime. I can do both. Just know that. A lifetime of socks and farts.

Yours truly,

Your new goddess and source of air”

WHAT
THE
FUCKING
FUCK

He choked on another fart. Fuckckckckckckcckkc

———

Craig got home that night pissed. He spent hours trying to find where she went to school. But nothing. At night he couldnt focus. She was relentless. She farted at least 200 times. Fuck.

Craig began to cry but with each sob he inhaled another lungfull. He caves around 10 and began to make the video.

He got on his knees and used a necktime to cover his mouth. Every 10-20 seconds stephanie would fart and craig would inhale deeply. He would choke and cough and struggle. Tear in his eyes he would say “thank you “ then continue on. He kept it going until midnight.

2 hours of constant fart inhalation left him dying. Gasping and gagging. It never got any easier and it never even stopped. He had grown tired but the fart kept coming. Craig did his best to sleep.

Meanwhile Stephanie had fallen asleep by 8pm she had a large glass of milk and sore stomach all night. She slept fitfully. She couldnt handle a week of this, but she had to.

She thought she was going to shit out her organs as the farts kept coming. Fuck you craig.

———

She woke to a pleasant email. A video of craig huffing her farts. She watched the highlights. She recalled a few that burnt coming out and laughed out loud as she watched craig eyes nearly roll up into his head as he took a deep breath and thanked her. Her actually thanked her. Fuck that felt good.

She replied back

“Its only two hours. I have dinner at 6 so start from there. Keep it up until I stop “

Yeah fuck you craig. This is gonna rule.

———

The next day she received a 9hour video

Craig had upped the ante and got a better camera. He must be desperate to do it right this time. Stephanie had made sure to eat all the worst things she could imagine. She had notes of her favorite farts while she watched a movie & skipped ahead to watch Craig react to each.

He seemed to zone out around the third hour and stephanie lost interest. She skipped around to make sure he did a good job. He did. Lucky bastard. She took off the ink from her panties and gave him the week off.

She began composing another email

— epilogue —

“Yes goddess” craig said as he took another deep breath “thank you”

Stephanie laughed. She had begun to love movie night with craig. She had him live on discord. He could hear her fart as well as smell it. She could also watch him suffer in real time. It was their third month of this. Craig had learned well.

“Oh this one seems like itll burn” she said as she let loose a silent one. She could hear him inhale and cough

“Thank you goddess. It did burn. Thank you” he said

She laughed. Craig was dead inside but they had a deal. If he did good during movie nights he was free until the next. At minimum he was only suffering at night.

Plus Summer was coming. And Stephanie would come back and he could beg for forgiveness.

Stephanie let loose another burner as she debated what classes she wanted to take in summer school.

I wrote alot of smother centric ones, wanted to focus on a pure sadistic one about scents. I really love the ideas but its hard to write.

I feel like without the physically together aspect it loses something but also i love the whole you cant get away and revenge plots.