By: Facesitking
Young Carli thrashed and panicked as he was carried up a flight of stairs. He had no idea where he was or even who was carrying him, he had simply been grabbed off the street whilst walking home from work. It had been a totally normal day when a bag was thrown over his head from behind and someone dragged him to the floor and handcuffed him. He was then forced into the boot of a car and driven somewhere for an unknown amount of time. He was far too shocked and afraid to keep track, and his only clue as to the identity of his assailant had been a feminine giggle as they overwhelmed him.
Arriving at wherever they were, the mystery abductor had dragged him out of the car and flung him over their shoulder, leading to his predicament.
“Please… whoever you are, you have the wrong person,” he pleaded as the steps stopped and he heard a door being unlocked.
“Oh no honey, you are definitely the guy I was after,” a pretty voice replied to him, definitely a woman. “You'll see what I mean very soon,” she finished suggestively.
Before Carli could further respond, he was thrown from the woman's shoulder onto a soft surface, a mattress if he had to guess. A second later his hood was pulled away and his suspicions were confirmed. He was in a bedroom and before him, sporting a predatory grin, was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.
Samria was taller than him, which was nothing new, Carli was only 5 feet tall, so most people towered over him regardless of their gender. If he had to guess, he'd put the woman at around 5’6” and she probably outweighed him by at least 50 pounds. That wasn't saying she was fat or even large, he was absolutely scrawny so it was another case of most people holding these physical advantages over him.
Her black hair fell in a series of midnight waves over her shoulders, her brown eyes gleaming maliciously down at him. Her body was absolutely staggering and almost impossible to believe was real. Her wide hips, chunky thighs and massive ass were at odds with everything else about her, her stomach was flat, her overall build pretty slim and athletic looking. Her boobs were pretty big but her lower half was simply insane. Her face was very pretty, her pert nose and full lips sat symmetrically on her face, her high cheekbones giving her a dignified appearance.
“Please… I don't know what you want, but I don't have any money or anything,” he whimpered.
Samira simply chuckled and reached down to grab him by the chin, her grip firm and forceful.
“Oh, I don't want any money, I just wanted you, little guy.” Carli simply stared in horror, she wanted him, what does that even mean?
“You're mine now, I've been watching you for the last month and honestly you are tailor made for my desires,” she informed him with a psychotic smile. “Small, weak, no one to miss you, you're perfect.”
The small man flinched at the casual declaration of his deepest insecurities, but the beautiful kidnapper showed no signs of caring about his feelings.
“W-ehat do you mean?” He asked again “What desires? What are you gonna do to me?”
The woman released his face and clapped her hands, appearing greatly excited at the question.
“I am glad you asked,” she said as she beamed down at him. “Now, rather than bore you explaining all of this, I think I'll just show you… slave.”
Carli’s eyes widened at the casual use of the word slave, she couldn't really mean she planned to enslave him, that's insane.
Before he could ask anymore questions or move to run, the gorgeous woman effortlessly shoved him onto his back and climbed on top of his face. Carli began to freak out as two butt cheeks twice the size of his head began plummeting towards him, the woman's yoga pants riding up and perfectly outlining her massive rump.
Before she was even fully sat down, Carli found himself gagging on the vile scent. Her ass absolutely reeked as if it had never seen a shower, the leggings smelling like they had never seen a wash cycle in their entire lifespan, and when she did fully come down, the poor little guy was rendered completely breathless. Her massive gluten moulded around his head and created an airtight seal, ensuring not even a hint of oxygen could reach him.
Samira bounced and wriggled around on his face, laughing as her meaty cheeks clapped either side of his head and buried him within two mountains of unwashed ass.
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrppppttttt!!!
She released a content sigh as she released a massive blast of shit wind across her new playthings face, launching mach speed methane up his nostrils. Carli gagged and screamed into the abyss as he was subjected to the vilest stench imaginable. It reeked like the inside of a disused meat locker, the stench of rotten pork and expired beef tainting his airways.
The dark haired sadist chuckled at his squirming, bearing her weight down and putting him back into a state of suffocation while she spoke.
“Don't worry, slave,” she said over her shoulder with a wide smug smile. “You'll learn to love this, it's gonna be your life from now on.”
Carli bucked and thrashed, desperately tossing his head from side to side in an attempt to find some desperately needed oxygen.
“Every time I need to fart, it's going straight up that nose of yours,” the woman continued. “You're gonna smell these everyday, huff them all up until you need them. I'm gonna get you addicted to my gas.”
She checked her watch as it hit 40 seconds and bounced for a moment, allowing her new fart cushion to suck in a few desperate breaths before settling back on top and drowning him under her curves.
“I always wanted a human to own, and there you were. This weak, pathetic little guy practically begging to be taken.”
With a sudden burst of adrenaline, Carli managed to dislodge the sadistic woman from his face, and began screaming.
“Help! Someone please help me!”
The woman simply stared back at him, her brow furrowing in disappointment.
“Hmm, guess I need to make sure you learn what I expect of you, don't I.”
She then grabbed some rope from beneath the bed and with frightening speed and efficiency tied his legs together, reducing his ability to resist greatly.
“Okay, that should take care of those pesky struggles, but you do need to understand that a disobedient slave needs to be punished.”
Carli could only watch in horror as she stood off to the side and pulled down her yoga pants, revealing a lack of panties beneath. Watching the fabric slide down her legs, Carlie couldn't believe they were ever able to contain so much flesh.
It seemed to spill out, the woman's ass absolutely monstrous and the deep canyon between her cheeks easily capable of swallowing Carli’s head whole.
“There we go, now let's get you back in your new home,” she said with a giggle before climbing back on his face.
The first thing the unfortunate victim noticed was that the stench had increased tenfold, the earthy scent overpowering his senses and causing him to gag violently.
“You gagging already?” The crazy woman asked. “I haven't even farted yet, we're really gonna need to work on your tolerance. Well, no worries, we have all the time in the world. I'm sure you'll be grovelling to huff my dirty asshole before long.”
Samira reached back and spread her cheeks, using her feet to secure Carli’s head and ensure her new cushion couldn't turn away, then she dropped back down. With a few wiggles and bounces, the woman sighed in delight as she felt her slave's nose press against her vile, greasy sphincter, and with one more bounce she managed to drive it slightly inside her asshole.
“There you go,” she said cheerfully. “That nose is just the perfect little buttplug. You'll definitely be spending a lot of time in this position, don't worry though, I'll make sure to provide you with the air you need.”
Carli couldn't even hear the demented words of his captor, his entire world had been consumed by two globes of sweaty, jiggling ass flesh. Her cheeks had moulded around his skull and enveloped his ears, muffling her deranged ranting. His mouth was firmly against her taint and his nose trapped up her asshole, all of his senses completely blocked or corrupted.
As he feared he was going to pass out from the horrific lack of air, he felt her shift slightly and provided the tiniest gap.
Prrrrrbbbbbbbtttttt!
Carli screamed as hot, eggy gas flew up his nose, stinging the whole way and reeking of curdled milk in the 90 degree sun.
Samira chuckled for a moment, but then she felt her new cushion sucking air in through his mouth, the little shit was trying to avoid sniffing her fart, how fucking dare he!
“Hey! You're supposed to be sniffing my farts, not breathing through your mouth,” she snapped. “Clearly you need to understand the price of resisting me. You're a slave, you don't get to resist.”
Taking a second to unleash another brassy blast up Carli’s nose, Samira stood up and stomped away, each step causing her massive cheeks to jiggle generously as she stormed away.
Carli could only groan as he tried to recover from his close encounter with his abductor's asshole, the power of her farts leaving him dizzy and confused.
By the time he was able to regain his bearing, the small man found his new Mistress marching back towards him, one hand holding a roll of cellophane wrap and the other a pair of panties.
“Eat up, fart huffer,” she said gleefully as she shoved her soiled thong into his mouth. Carli erupted into a fit of agonised disgust, the panties tasting like death itself. The salty flavour of her sweat and eggy profile of stale farts was far from the worst part of his experience, he could also taste the horrifying hint of ammonia and something so bitter he refused to consider what it might have been.
Samira grinned at him as his face took on a green tinge, waiting a moment to revel in his disgust before she got to work. Starting with Carli’s feet, she began wrapping the smaller man up with the cellophane, making sure she got him nice and tight and completely immobilised her fart filter. She was determined to make sure he lost any ability to resist, struggle or disobey. He was going to accept his new life, whether he wanted to or not.
As for Carli, he was panicking horrendously. As Samira began wrapping his arms to his side and kept working her way up, he realised she was mummifying him alive, ripping away his ability to even move to resist her. He tried to spit out the panties to speak, but a single glare from his gassy owner caused him to suck them straight back in. His disgust paled when compared to his fear of this woman.
“See, being a good boy isn't so hard,” she said condescendingly. “Just accept that you were born to be my fart filter, and this will all go so much better for you.”
Carli’s fear reached a whole new level when Samira reached his head, she wasn't stopping, why wasn't she stopping? Fear evolved into complete terror when the sadistic woman proceeded to wrap his head and face up completely, smothering him beneath tight plastic. He squirmed and thrashed, but he could barely move, she had wrapped him so tightly that he couldn't even wiggle his extremities.
He felt his prison grow wet as he began to cry, he was going to die in a cellophane prison, all because he struggled in the face of this woman's revolting gas.
Just as his lungs began to scream in agony and his head grew light, he felt a pressure on his nose, and then he could breathe. He couldn't see a thing, but knew there was a hole in his wrappings just big enough for his nose to sneak out of.
“Now, let's see you avoid your fate all wrapped up,” she said with a grin. She then climbed back into place, hovering her mountainous cheeks over little Carli’s face. “Make sure those panties are clean too, do a good job and you can be my fart filter and washing machine.”
Carli could only moan into the soiled underwear as the blurry image of Samira's ass closed in on her face. He felt her cheeks moulded around his face and his nose slide back into her greasy ass crack, and with his wrappings he had absolutely no way to escape his rancid prison.
Samira melts down, settling her full weight and blocking Carli’s one source of air, plugging his nostrils with her ass and smirking as she feels her guts start to bubble once again.
The imprisoned fart filter was in hell, his body screaming out for air and struggling with all of his miniscule might against the cellophane coating his body, and he didn't move an inch. He was totally helpless, this woman could end him by simply not moving and he would have no way of stopping her.
Just as he began to fear that was his fate, he felt movement, her ass lifting slightly and her hole twitching around his nose.
Brrrrrpppppttttt!!!
To the cushion’s utmost horror, he didn't get a single whiff of fresh air, his entire inhale consisting of Samira's potent flatulence. It was somehow worse, like the stench of her lower intestine was being injected directly into his nostrils. It burned at his sinuses and left him fighting to keep his lunch down, the last thing he needed was to throw up when his mouth was wrapped up and full of filthy underwear.
Samira sniffed the air, noting with delight that her new buttplug had consumed the entire fart, she didn't catch a single whiff of it.
“Oh, I knew this was a great idea,” she said as she sat back down to smother him once more. “You're the perfect filter, I'm never gonna smell one of my farts ever again.”
Carli was coming apart at the seams, his brain on fire from the lack of oxygen, presence of hot sulphur and horror at what his life had been reduced to. That morning he was a free man just going about his day, and in the blink of an eye he had been reduced to a fart huffing butt plug.
“You getting used to the smell yet, slave?” Samira asked with a wiggle of her hips, her cheeks jiggling all over Carli’s face. “That's your name now by the way, slave. I don't know what it used to be, but you're slave now. Oh, and I am Mistress, you don't need my name, you just call me Mistress. I mean, if I ever let you talk again.”
Sprrrrrrttttt!
Carli flinched as his prison suddenly got noticeably wetter, the cellophane around his face becoming soaked in the ass juice that wasn't immediately snorted. It was vile, reeking of straight shit and shooting to the back of his throat, adding to the already vile taste of Samira's panties.
“Yummy!” She cackled. “That one felt spicy, I bet you just love that don't you, slave.”
The demented woman started bouncing, enjoying the sensation of her filter's nose slipping in and out of her asshole, helped on by the repugnant fluid coating their snout.
“Don't worry slave, it won't always be like this,” she said over her shoulder as she began smothering her victim once again. “Maybe a few weeks or a month, once you've learned your place and begin loving my gas, I'll let you out of the wrapping. Then you can just be tied up with rope instead, so long as you're a good little filter.”
She lifted a few inches to unleash more molten methane, a hissing SBD causing Carli to shriek in agony as his nostrils suffered once more.
“I think you'll adapt quickly though, who wouldn't want to live their life under this cake?” She said with a firm slap to her ass, giggling as it jiggled atop her slave's wrapped up face.
“Though, if you don't behave, I will leave you like this forever,” she said darkly. “You belong to me, I can do whatever I want with you and you just have to take it. So I strongly suggest you fall in love with my asshole real quick, it's your Goddess now.”
Carli could do nothing but sniff, his mouth held shut and filled with the disgusting soiled underwear of his owner. His tears only served to make his prison more unpleasant and his lungs were in agony. It was horrific that he was desperate already for Samira to fart again, he needed air, and it was clear he would only get it via her asshole.
In a matter of hours, she had broken him, addicted him to her gas by withholding any other form of oxygen. As she released another rumbling fart, he inhaled it greedily, desperate to suck down her stench so that he could relieve the ache in his lungs for just a moment. He sniffed like a dog, completely shattered by the cruel, sadistic actions of his new Mistress.
Through it all, Samira smiled and felt no sympathy for her slave, this was his purpose, the entire reason he was born. He was put on this earth to be her cushion, her filter and her butt plug.
As the sadistic woman farted late into the night, she listened as Carli huffed every last one of them with zero hesitation. She could probably unwrap him now and be certain of his undying obedience, but where was the fun in that.
As she sat back to smother him yet again, she sighed in delight. She finally had her slave, and she was never letting him go.
Sppppppprrrrttt!
“God, I love this,” She sighed. “It just feels right! Your nose fits my ass like a glove, like this is what it was designed for. God himself made you for this, so get used to it, embrace it and love it slave.”
Carli had already submitted, and was already well on his way to appreciating every fart. Farts meant air, farts equaled life. He should be worshipping the putrid hole on his nose, it was giving him what he needed to survive. He was hers, mind, body and soul.