By: Flackr9
PART 1
Tom awoke to a pounding headache and a mouth dry as sand. He groaned and moved to roll onto his side to attempt to go back to sleep, it was saturday after all, but quickly realized that he couldn't. In fact he could barely move at all. Confused, Tom groggily opened his eyes, and quickly realized he was not in his bedroom.
What the hell?
Tom was stuck laying on his back and, as he now noticed, was bound to the bedframe at the wrists and ankles by what were presumably bedsheets. Tom briefly glanced around the unfamiliar room and made a guess that he was in a woman's bedroom.
That's odd
He didn't remember scoring last night; come to think of it he didn't remember much of last night at all. That also wouldn't explain him being tied up... Well, maybe it could.
Pretty sure I'd remember getting that kinky with a woman I've never met.
At this point Tom began to feel a bit nervous. Had he been drugged? Kidnapped? He scanned the room hoping to find something that might indicate whete he was or who had done this to him. Directly above him was poster of a woman he didn't recognize, likely some celebrity. To his right was a window adorned with heavy maroon drapes, a small trickle of light leaking throughthe gap, illuminating the room. Directly in front of him was a gray dresser and a small desk with a lamp and an open laptop on top of it. The laptop was open to a webpage that he couldn't quite make out from his position on the bed. Finally, there was an open closet with various clothes as well as a half full hamper inside, and a closed door to the room. A few impressionist paintings adorned the walls but nothing that stood out.
Tom pulled against his bonds; no good, looks like he wasn't going anywhere for the time being. Tom was beginning to consider calling for help when he heard light footsteps outside the door.
"Um, hello?" Tom spoke timidly
"Oh good!" a woman's voice, muffled by the door. The door opened and in walked a beautiful brunette dressed in black leggings and a plain green top. She appeared to be in her early twenties.
"You're awake!" she exclaimed cheerfully as she strode over to the foot of the bed, a cardboard box nestled under her arm. She set the box down on the bed and began rummaging through it.
"Um, I'm really sorry but I don't really remember what happened last night and I'm no longer in the mood for..." Tom tugged on his bonds lightly "whatever this is... or was". The woman pulls a bottle of water and several of what looked to be pill bottles out of the box and turns to the desk, seemingly oblivious to Tom's presence. Tom begins to speak again only to falter as he sees something, possibly the most gorgeous ass he has ever seen. Displayed in all its glory by the tightness of her pants, the woman's ass was so perfectly sized and shaped it left Tom speechless. The way it curved so elegantly and slightly jiggled as she turned and began fiddling with the materials on her desk left Tom in a momentary trance. Beginning to feel anxious again, Tom cleared his throat and addressed the woman once again,
"So, uh, do you think you could maybe... untie me?" He managed to get out, still somewhat distracted by the woman's beautiful butt.
"No", she said simply.
"What?" Did I mishear her?
"You don't remember because I drugged you" the woman said matter of factly.
"And I'm not going to untie you because you are going to be my slave."
Tom was dumbstruck. He simply couldn't believe what was happening. He was so out of it he almost didn't notice the woman approaching him with the bottle of now cloudy water.
"Drink this." She quickly pinched his nose shut and began pouring the liquid into his mouth. Panicked, Tom attempted to resist, but the woman climbed on top of him and wrapped the arm pinching his nose around his head. With no other choice Tom began gulping the liquid down, but was also keenly aware of the woman now sitting on his stomach.
After what felt like minutes, Tom finished drinking and the woman let go of him. Tom gasped and began breathing heavily as the woman climbed off him and went to retrieve something else from the box. After catching his breath,
"What the hell was that?!"
"Anti-nausea cocktail, don't want you throwing up on me"
"What?"
She ignores him. After thinking a moment, Tom decide now was his best chance to get out of whatever this is.
"HEEEEELP!! HELP MEEE!" He screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Scream all you want, no one else is home and the closest neighbor is several football fields away" the woman stated calmly.
What??? We're that far from the city? Oh god...
Tom's blood ran cold.
"SOMEBODY HELP! PLEASE!! HEL-MMPH"
Having procured a roll of duct tape from the box, the woman applied several strips to Tom's mouth.
"When you're ready to behave I'll take it off." She straightened up, "I'm Anna by the way, though you will only address me as Mistress"
Tom continued to yell into the tape. Anna pouted slightly, bringing a finger to her chin.
"You're still so loud, maybe... Oh! I know!" She ran over to the closet and began fishing through her hamper.
"Here we go!" She held up a pair of green and white striped panties, though the white was leaning heavily toward yellow from use. Tom stared quizically as she approached the bed. In one quick motion she ripped all the tape from Tom's mouth.
"OW-" as Tom opened his mouth to exclaim in pain, Anna stuffed her used panties into his mouth before quickly resealing his mouth with new tape.
"Now," she said," behave, or I'll put even more in there, slave" putting extra emphasis on the word slave.
Tom groaned, but elected to stay quiet, at least for now. These panties were probably the worst thing he had ever tasted, sour and salty and with the texture of damp carboard. There was also the slightest hint of something... bitter? Tom decided to stop thinking about it.
This situation was terrifying, and incredibly humiliating; but, he had to admit he was just a little bit turned on right now, especially since he couldn't get this girl's succulent ass off his mind.
"Well, this has been easier than I thought it would be" Anna thought out loud, "Time to get started I guess" she giggled coyly.
"Mmmph, urmm, mm??"
"No talking, slave" Anna said as she climbed onto the bed. "Now be good and don't move"
Then she turned around and Tom was once again greeted with the sight of her ass. God, it was magnificent. She walked backwards until she was directly above Tom's head. Half of him cowered in fear while the other half was still in awe of Anna's shapely ass. Anna giggled again before dropping straight down onto Tom'a upturned face.
"MMMMN!" Tom exclaimed as her ass made contact with his face. Anna simply sighed and then giggled as a response. Tom felt a very painful ache in his nose, but it didn't seem to be broken. He groaned into Anna's ass as she shifted above him, lining up his nose with her buttcrack.
"Mmm... just right" she sighed as she felt Tom's poor nose wedge up her crack right against her backdoor.
Tom took his first breath since Anna's butt drop and was met with the stench of pure ass. Musky, musty, sweaty, stinky ass. Tom groaned loudly into Anna's pussy as he was forced to breathe all his air from Anna's rank crack. Anna began to laugh uproariously at his misfortune.
"ooo~ that feels good, slave" she managed to get out between fits of laughter. "Take bigger sniffs!"
Tom ignored her.
"Ahem!" She stomped on his balls, "Bigger. Sniffs."
Tom screamed into his gag. He was not expecting that.
This can't be happeneing right now
Tears formed in his eyes, but he obeyed his mistress and reluctantly took a big, long sniff.
"Oh fuck, that air feels so nice in my stinky sweaty crack, ah~" Anna wiggled her butt slightly.
The smell was wretched, and it didn't let up.
Ugh, when's the last time this bitch showered
As if she had heard his thoughts, Anna spoke, "I haven't showered in a few days, hope that's okay, slave."
It was decidedly not okay. Was this why she gave him anti-nausea meds? Because her ass was this rank? Sniffing it was certainly a miserable experience. Every breath was tainted by the smell of her unwashed asshole and on top of the smell the air was incredibly thick and humid from sweat. It was at this point that Tom noticed how hot it was in the room, as a bead of sweat from an unidentified source trickled down his face.
I need to get out of here
Suddenly, without warning, Anna shifted her weight back, blocking Tom's nose completely.
"MMPH?"
Unable to breathe, Tom began to panic. Unphased by his sudden struggling, Anna began to hum the tune of "dancing queen" to herself while Tom struggled for air beneath her.
After what felt like an eternity, Anna shifted forward ever so slightly, allowing Tom to suck air from her funky ass crack into his nose.
"Mmm hmm hmmmmm" Tom cried softly as Anna's stink flooded his senses. After a few more breaths, Anna shifted again, cutting off his air once more.
This can't be happening
This time Anna smothered him for even longer. Tom's bonds were put to the test as he struggled harder than ever to get air into his starved lungs. Anna shifted forward again, allowing Tom one deep sniff of her putrid ass before locking him into another smother.
This is how I die
But he didn't die. Anna continued to smother him in similar fashion for what felt like days to Tom but was actually about an hour. Dazed and barely concious, Tom almost didn't notice when after a particulatly brutal smother, Anna wiggled her ass and a soft pfft escaped her butthole as warm air blew across Tom's face.
No. Nonononono
Anna sighed softly as she released a small fart into Tom's nose. Even without breathing in, Tom could smell it faintly, and it was enough to know he did not want to breath that in. He immediately began holding his breath, hoping that Anna wouldn't notice and the fart would dissapate before the next smother.
"Don't want to breathe? Suit yourself." Anna remarked as she sat back on Tom's face once more.
Oh no
Tom immediately began to struggle but Anna did not relent. She took him through a full smother and then some before finally relenting. Tom was convinced he was going to die until he felt Anna's ass begin to shift at the last moment. As Tom greedily began to suck in air, Anna let loose another fart, directly into Tom's empty lungs, sighing deeply as she did so.
"Ahhhh~"
"ACK-"
Tom seized up, his body seemingly shutting down from the sensory overload caused by Anna's fart paired with the severe lack of oxygen. As his conciousness faded, Tom could just make out Anna's words,
"Uh oh, did I kill him?"
PART 2
Ugh, my head...
Tom felt like someone had hit him over the head with a sack of bricks. He started to groan but stopped himself last second as he heard that woman, Anna, clear her throat.
She doesn't know I'm awake... thank god
Tom tried to get a bearing of his surroundings. He could still taste the dirty panties sealed in his mouth, but the taste was noticeably weaker than before he had passed out. He suppressed a shudder at the thought of what caused the taste to fade. He could now hear Anna typing on her laptop at the desk. There wasn't much else he could determine without opening his eyes, which he didn't want to risk.
How can I get out of this? Should I wait until she leaves and then try to undo the bonds?
Tom settled on just not getting her attention for now. He struggled to remember any clues about what happened last night that might help him.
How did I get here?
He had downed a few drinks at Derren's (his favorite bar) friday night, alone as usual. He remembered ordering one last drink, then... nothing.
Think! Was Anna at the bar? Did I look away from my drink?
He had a foggy memory of someone brushing against his back as his last drink arrived. Tom turned and an older man, about 40, apologized and turned to leave the bar.
That must be when she did it. Maybe the bartender saw her? No, he had his back turned after he gave me the drink. Damn it! Wait!
He did remember seeing Anna at the bar, actually he'd seen her a few times. She always sat at a table in the corner and sipped a single drink for a few hours.
Shit.
She had him pinned. She'd probably been watching him for weeks, waiting for an opportunity. But how'd she get to him so fast from across the bar without him noticing?
Maybe I really do drink too much...
Regardless, this was not good. She probably knew that Tom had no friends or family that would report him missing right away, and by that point any potential witnesses might have completely forgotten that night.
"I can tell you're awake you know~" Tom felt Anna's whisper tickle his ear.
Tom froze up.
"I just thought I'd give you a little break, wouldn't want to break you so early." She giggled.
Tom slowly opened his eyes and turned to face her. Silently pleading with his facial expression.
"Hm, but you've been a bad boy, pretending to be asleep like that..." She said as she turned away from him.
"And bad boys deserve punishment." She said as she slowly shimmied out of her black leggings, revealing a pair of black lace panties.
"And to think I got all dressed up for you..." she sighed.
Tom hadn't thought it possible, but Anna's ass looked even better without her leggings. If his mouth weren't taped shut, his jaw would've dropped at the sight. Tom was so entranced by this "silver lining" of his terrible day that he almost didn't think of how much worse Anna's ass was going to smell without pants on.
"Oh well~" Anna climbed once more onto the bed before straddling Tom's chest. She slowly began inching her ass closer to Tom's face.
"Are you ready?" She looked at him coyly.
"Mm-mm, mmmmmph" Tom shook his head vigorously.
"Too bad!" Anna exclaimed as she plopped her ass onto Tom's face and threaded her feet behind his head, trapping him in her dank, moist ass.
Tom immediately groaned as he took his first breath from within her sweaty crack.
Yep, this sucks.
It really was a lot worse than before. The stink of Anna's ass defied description, a mixture of sweat, old farts, and pure musk that assaulted Tom's nose. He wanted to puke, but his stomach didn't seem to care about the atrocites being done to his sense of smell. That anti-nausea solution, or whatever she called it, was doing its job apparently.
"Ohoho, this is gonna be a big one, slave" Anna chuckled.
Tom had almost forgotten about the second part of his torture. He began to struggle again as Anna grunted softly.
"Ahhhh-" Anna sighed as a long, particularly loud fart escaped her butt, filling Tom's nose with its stench.
Tom coughed and gagged into his panty-gag, and his headache got even worse as the fart filled his lungs and overwhelmed his senses.
She's going to fucking kill me
Tom thought that last fart might have given him brain damage.
"Mm, take a big sniff, slave" Anna cooed.
Tom simply continued to retch into his gag.
"No? Alright then." Anna slid her ass back an inch or so, cutting off Tom's oxygen once more, not even giving him a chance to take a real breath.
After a mercifully "short" smother, Anna shifted her ass forward and allowed Tom to take a deep sniff of her raunchy ass. Tears began to form in Tom's eyes as he took ragged sniffs millimeters from Anna's smelliest orifice. At this point he also noticed several beads of sweat beginning to roll down the pale smooth skin of her voluminous asscheeks.
"This time you better take a big sniff!" Anna said sternly as she wiggled her ass, preparing to unleash another fart into Tom's poor sinuses.
"Ooo yeah, this one's gonna be good" she said as she grabbed her left asscheek and spread it open while pressing her asshole against Tom's nose.
"Mm- ahhh~" Anna sighed as a sizzling hot SBD hissed out of her puckered hole, directly into Tom's waiting nose.
Tom tried to take a big sniff as he was instructed but immediately regretted it. This was worse than being smothered, his entire lungs had been filled with methane and ass funk. It felt as if all the oxygen in his body had been forced out by this absolutely deadly bout of ass gas. His lungs and throat burned, his head throbbed.
Oh god I can taste it
Tom felt himself losing conciousness again when Anna shifted forward and off his face. Suddenly met with fresh air, Tom managed to not pass out, though whether that was a good thing or not wasn't certain.
"Too much for you?" She giggled. "Guess you're gonna need a lot more training..."
Tom stared wearily at the ceiling. Anna climbed off the bed and began pulling down her panties, prompting Tom to begin full on sobbing into his gag.
"Don't worry," she said as she straddled Tom's face once more, this time facing him, with her naked pussy resting on his chin as she looked down into his eyes.
"This part will be fun..."