By: JustAnotherGasWriter
Anja, better known as “Osa”, was sitting in her office. It was just another day at Nighthaven, the gorgeous Singaporean coast well visible from the series of windows she had from her workspace. Yesterday had been an even better day; the Croatian operator had made a breakthrough with her current tinkering project with some outside help from new Nighthaven and former Rainbow member Monika “IQ” Weiss. She was glad that she had the chance to persuade the German operator to join them during Nighthaven’s time as a contracted PMC for Rainbow, with their combined minds and Kali’s deep pockets to fund their pet projects, they were making leap upon leap in advancements. On top of that, the food court on their campus had been to die for the past day; the night before had been Taco Tuesday and there was an omelet and waffle bar for breakfast just a few hours before. Anja was perhaps regretting how much she had to eat, eating a five-egg omelet for breakfast wasn’t exactly her most calculated choice when her last meal had been several trips to the all-you-could-eat Mexican food buffet, but she had a good hour or two before it really started to kick her in the ass.
As Osa worked on her projects, Kali was sitting in her own office. The boss woman looked quite cross and frustrated, glaring down at a man across the desk from her. He was bound and gagged, looking around the room frantically. He wasn’t just an ordinary man; he was a rat, a spy working for some terrorist sleeper cell that had made his way into Nighthaven as some subcontractor cleaning the luxurious base. He already looked defeated, having a black eye and even a busted lip hidden by the cloth gag around his mouth. Two large men stood behind him, a meaty hand on each shoulder holding him in place.
“Fuck… now we need to check everyone on that crew. Or better yet, drop that company altogether.” Kali groaned, spinning in her chair in frustration to face the windows out behind her and collect her thoughts while staring out at the ocean beyond the glass. “Good job boys.” She complimented her two soldiers at least, thinking about her next move.
“We didn’t notice suspicious activity from anyone else on the crews. This one just got too comfortable.” The guard standing to the prisoner’s right smirked, tightening his grip up on the spy’s shoulder.
“We still don’t know if they are compromised,” Kali replied, tapping her foot on the floor of her office before sitting up straight with her mind made up. “Igor, go and let the cleaning crews know that they are dismissed. Don’t hurt anyone unless they fight back but make sure they all leave and are watched as they go.” She told the guard on the left. He silently nodded in affirmation, backing up before turning and dismissing himself from the room, speaking over radio to relay to other security what the new task was.
“Now, what to do with you…” Kali stares the spy down. He couldn’t even look Kali in the eyes, turning away from her nervously whenever he was looked at. The insurgent seemed to know what sort of mission he was on, anticipating that it would be all over soon for him. He had been found in the lion’s den, it was happy trails for him now.
Kali seemed to have this on her mind, slowly reaching into a cabinet of her desk. A Glock 19 sat in the drawer, and she played with it in her hand lightly as she thought it over. As she thought, a diabolical idea came into Kali’s head. She had been in the mess hall at the same time as Osa for both dinner and breakfast the past day. The Indian woman tucked the gun away into the cabinet gently; they probably would be dealing with him soon enough, but she could definitely make sure he was begging for that bullet and have some fun first.
“Bring him off to Osa’s lab,” Kali ordered the second guard simply, smirking at the prisoner as he finally met her gaze with his own. A shudder was sent down his spine from the look, something didn’t seem right about this at all
He was picked up by the shoulders by the guard and promptly dragged off and out of the grand office. Kali still wore a smirk on her face wide and proud as the double doors closed in his face, and he gulped under his gag.
Once the prisoner was out of sight, Kali picked up her cell phone. Whistling to herself, she punched her passcode in before dialing up the Croatian and putting her phone to her ear. “Osa? Yes, I need something special from you today.” she started the conversation off, her evil grin not fading off.
The man’s feet felt wrecked by the time they got to Osa’s workshop. The base was enormous and it seemed like she worked all the way across the campus from Kali’s office as it seemed like he had been dragged for ages before they arrived. His heels felt shredded even with his shoes on and his quads were on fire, though as he arrived at the laboratory he had an immediate feeling that this wasn’t mercy.
Osa was standing up from her desk, walking over to meet them in the middle of the room. A thirsty, hungry look lay behind her glasses.
“I can take him from here,” she told the guard, grabbing her new plaything by the back of the shirt and dragging him.
He winced as his knees dragged across the carpet, burning them up. Osa didn’t care or even seem to notice, of course, still yanking him across the office to her desk. The binds holding his hands together were cut but were swiftly replaced by cold handcuffs. Two different pairs clicked loudly on him, Osa using one end of each cuff on a hand so she could click the second end to her chair to secure him to it. Once she had him where she wanted him, Anja cut the gag.
“You know how badly you need to fuck up to end up in here with me? On a Wednesday?” She grinned at him menacingly, her fat ass swaying and jiggling in her navy-colored combat pants. The bottoms were already clearly quite wide on the hip and they still seemed to beg for mercy, the blonde woman’s caboose pushing at the seams.
The man remained quiet, choosing not to speak or so much as look at his newest tormenter. He didn’t know what was coming, but it certainly couldn’t be good with how she was talking.
“Don’t want to talk to me? Fucking pathetic little worm?” Anja asked right into his ear, craning her neck so her mouth was almost to the side of his ear. After not receiving an answerback, she gave him a smack on the back of the head and stood up. “Already broken.” she snarled a bit, spitting in his face.
She stepped back for a moment, subconsciously rubbing her stomach as she looked him down like an angry dog. He watched her body language as she seemed to scan him over, blushing as he had an epiphany. Was… was she going to fucking fart on him?!
“You know why I say it is bad you’re here on a Wednesday?” Anja finally decided on her plan of attack, stepping back towards him slowly. “You know what follows Taco Tuesday?” she would ask, towering over him after arriving right back at the chair.
The man gulped and looked up at the tall woman. His worst fear at the moment was all but confirmed, his heart jumping into his throat as he found it was for him to talk. “I-I-I don’t know.”
He gasped out, already defeated.
Osa turned around, her enormous rear facing off with the prisoner’s face. Grabbing him by the back of the head, Anja shoved his face in between her two fat moons so his nose dug up to her asshole. A leg hiked up and she let out a rumbly, sloppy ripper into his nostrils.
SSSPLLORRARRRBBBBTTT
It sounded akin to an engine turning over in some mud and smelled like death, a mix of sulfuric egg and bean hell mixed with onions and spice and rotting meat to make a brutal swampy fart fog.
“Wet Fart Wednesday.” Anja groaned in relief, cackling as she held her new slave up to her rear end so he just marinated in it.
The prisoner had of course a heavy suspicion of what was to come and even a few moments to brace for it, but even then he was woefully unprepared for that initial explosion on his nose. The smell invaded him forcibly, burning his lungs and clearing his sinuses out. Hell, he even got a taste of it as the fart wafted into his mouth on the way down his nasal passage and down his throat!
Anja felt him squirm and try to turn away feebly, she was firm with how she held him in place and he already had most of the strength beaten out of him before even arriving at this new hell.
“Here’s the deal… I won’t kill you, and they won’t kill you unless you cross me or don’t do your job properly.” she started in a lecturing voice, keeping a firm grip on the crook’s head and keeping his face buried in her fleshy caboose.
“Your job is to be my fart filter. You will not complain, you will not talk unless you are addressed, but you will inhale every fucking fart I have through your mouth or your nose without so much as a whimper of protest.” She continued on, her grip unwavering. “Now, you can either decline and I will take you back to Kali’s office so she can paint a mural with your grey matter, or you can stay here with me.”
The man thought this over. On one hand, this was the most disgusting and brain-melting experience he had ever had in his life… and she had only farted once! But the alternative was literally dying. If he agreed to the deal, at least it would buy him a chance to plot an escape. And thus, he would nod yes into her heavy ass, wincing as his nose wiped across her stinky taint and his hair pulled at his scalp.
“Use your words asshole,” Anja demanded, yanking on his head brutally. Her leg was still hiked up in the air, seemingly ready and poised for her to fire more poison off at literally any second.
“Yes, I’ll be your fart filter.” He replied, sounding pissy as some of his strength was regained. Probably not the smartest idea to snap at someone who could literally choose to end your life at a moment’s notice, but he probably wasn’t exactly thinking straight due to his current position. His real mistake however proved to be opening his fat mouth in the first place as Osa swiftly yanked his face back to her massive ass, this time with his open mouth by her arsehole.
sssplllrrArrAApppfffRRAARRRPSSSHT
The fart seemed to charge and ramp up in the first half of it, filling his mouth with more wet gas. He could literally fucking taste the pure rotten sulfur as she blew the gas cloud down his throat, some of the fart rising upwards in his mouth so he still got a smell of it as well. The smell was rotten of course, the same as before but even more tear-jerking and earthy.
“Oh fuck! I need to fucking shit…” Anja yipped after she pushed the fart out, her stomach roaring out as she finished it up. It seemed like letting out the sloppy blast had only provoked her gut further rather than soothed it.
The enemy agent nearly threw up into her ass reflexively, struggling against her firm grip with a bit more vigor this time. It seemed like the acrid wind had breathed some new life into him, a life which he used to fight back by struggling into his handcuffs and trying to pull his head back from her butt.
This was met of course with swift action from Osa, the Croatian pulling his head right back into her ass and keeping him there tight. He may have some more strength now, but he was still no match for the strong woman in a dominant and advantageous position.
“What did I say about my rules?!” Osa growled strictly, punishing him with a flurry of poots!
sSSsspLLorshhAArT
PllRorRaRaaRRT
BBLLOOOORRRRRRRBBBTT
Her butthole bubbled repeatedly against his face, Anja gasping after each fart. They got progressively wetter and wetter with each passing waft, the smell of spoiled disgusting sour cream, sulfury beans, and decaying beef still inescapable.
He found himself dry-heaving again from the gas attack, his eyes tearing up and his nose dripping. Her farting was unforgiving, it was quite clear why this was his sentencing from that head boss lady earlier!
“Better count your blessings I didn’t shit my pants… Sniff it the fuck up.” Anja demanded, relaxing her hiked leg but keeping his face firmly held in her ass crack.
“God, that’s so fucking nasty!” He would protest despite the ground rules he had agreed to, gagging and choking on the foul flatulence and into Osa’s fat arse. All his bellyaching was muffled out by her butt, but she still wasn’t impressed by it.
“I can make it even more brutal if you don’t shut the hell up,” she instructed him, but finally let go of his head, allowing him a moment to breathe in some fresh(er) air. “Savor it while you can,” she told him in an ominous voice, stretching her back out. She wanted to make sure to keep him in his place, but she also needed to get at least some work done.
The spy took this opportunity to breathe, looking his torturer over as he did. Admittedly, she probably would be his type in just about any other circumstance.
After giving him a moment, Anja decided to give him one last smelly helping of ass gas before moving to a more casual and easy position. She didn’t bother to grab his head this time, opting instead to just lean back with her ass out and press her rear into his face.
FfllLRROrRRrArrAArArrAABBSSHHHHTT
Another sloppy near-shart passed out her rear end, bubbling grossly into her now damp panties. It definitely sounded like she cut it closer and closer to crapping her pants with each fart, this one sounding more like a duck gargling mouthwash than someone breaking wind! Despite this and the more relaxed position, the spy was still forced to sniff. Taking a breath in, he scowled and thrashed involuntarily in his chair. No matter how he tried to just autopilot through, he couldn’t manage to take a breath in of her gas without regretting not just taking the option to be shot, her wind smelled that rancid.
“Such a fucking drama king.” Osa rolled her eyes, fanning the fart back at his face with her left hand at her ass before going behind the chair. She released one cuff from the chair, moved that one way down on the chair, and did the same with his other hand once the first set of cuffs was secured in place. She walked off for a moment, her cheeks jiggling as she sauntered away. A moment later, Osa returned with Syran wrap. She wrapped it all around her prisoner, securing him firmly in place of her chair. He was stuck now, even his head was locked into place looking straight up at the ceiling. She had moved him down so his face and upper torso were in the seat of the office chair, a move clearly made so she could settle back in and get work done while effortlessly making him sniff and suffer.
“Keep quiet,” she ordered simply and firmly, her enormous ass hovering above his face before she took a seat! The man was thrust into darkness as her butt easily swallowed his face up. The stinky navy-colored pants also felt rough on his face, and he was fully being smothered. Osa knew what she was doing, but she had enough air on deck to get him through it.
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A shorter and quiet but steamy hot and still juicy fart exited her ass immediately, giving the spy the kiss of shitty air that he despised but now literally needed.
“I don’t hear enough sniffing… dick.” she yapped at him, starting to frantically type on her computer as he remained buried in ass with literally no choice but to inhale her farts like it was oxygen. She stopped typing for a moment, listening closely to hear him sniff. Once she was satisfied with how hard he was huffing, she got back to work.
Hours passed… and it just didn’t fucking stop! Fart after fart after fart was fed to the spy, his eyes red and bloodshot from all the sulfur getting blasted into them. All of them sounded absolutely horrendous as well, he swore it sounded like she was going to crap her pants with each push and with the smell being so awful, she might as well have.
ssplLrrSHHRARRT
FFLrrArrAArrSHHLLURRrruurt
BBRRAAAAAAPPPPTTTT
prrrrrbbbbfffftttt
BBBLLOOORRAAAAAAAAAABBPPTTT
SpplLLrrsHHllrRrRaaRsHttPhhHt
She could not go a full minute without blasting a fart down his nose; they all ranged from short to long and loud to quiet but all shared two characteristics… they all sounded and felt excruciatingly wet, and they all smelled like absolute hot trash. The rotting, rancid onion stink stuck out the heaviest, making it harder to breathe her gas up as it grew closer to tear gas with each hefty push.
“Fucking loser… smelling my asshole like that,” she smirked, grinding her all-consuming ass into his face after a full 3 hours of nonstop farts. Her workday wasn’t even half done!
The spy had tried a few different escapes at this point, most of them of course just being him struggling against his binds. It was no good however, and only would earn him a punishment like Anja pushing harder on purpose so he suffered from a larger brap or her bouncing her butt on his face and smashing his nose in with her taint. After this happened a few times, he simply submitted. It was a miserable existence but resisting was futile and only made his job as the engineer’s “fart filter” even more punishing.
“Got a surprise before lunchtime,” Anja announced. She would stand up and unbuckle her combat pants, pulling them down to expose her jet-black panties. They must have been huge; her ass crack swallowed plenty of the underwear up and there was still a good amount of fabric covering her freckled ass cheeks. The spy could only helplessly stare up at her bright white moons before she resumed her sitting. His nose was closer to her butthole than ever before, a fact that Anja would take advantage of as soon as she was seated again.
BBBLLLOOORRRRBBBTTT
A wet and eggy blast followed. Her farts were much louder and brassier without the pants and the smell increased tenfold now that there was no thick layer of pants acting at least a bit like a filter.
The spy once again found himself fighting to keep his gag reflex suppressed and the vomit down his throat as she was violated by horrendous farts, his head trying to turn away out of instinct though he was of course locked in place and made to sniff.
“And now… a farty finale… and then I will go and eat a nice, hefty lunch and take a fat shit so we can continue right after.” Osa declared, getting ready for her last barrage of booty blasts for her slave. And she did not disappoint, her asshole fired off into his nose with her usual grimy rippers too many times for either of them to count, though they were still respectable-sized poots and not little baby toots!
SSSHHHPLLAARRRSHHTT
ssSSsSSPllLLuURvVvvVVVbbBBBttT
BBlllLLAAaaAaARsHftT
BBBRRRAAAPPPPPPPP
BLlLLlOOrRRsSSsSHHHTtT
SSplUrrRshhlLllLLLARRSHHT
PLLLUURRFFLLRAARRSSHHTT
After the series of long, sloppy near sharts were finally done, the spy gulped. He was in a complete daze, his head spinning faster and faster and his nose going fully numb from inhaling each and every fucking molecule of fart that Osa fed him… but he was finally free! Temporarily but the hurricane had passed!
Osa waited for him to finish sniffing her gas up, finally satisfied after getting minimal secondhand sniffs of her own stink. “Good shit… fucking loser, real pro at that now,” she remarked in a demeaning voice as she stood up and pulled her pants up. “Smell you later… fucking loser.”
She bid him goodbye for now, squatting down to deliver one last goodbye.
SSSSPPLLAARRRSHHTT
“Ahhhh… yeah, definitely need to take a shit, be happy I didn’t force it down your throat.” she sneered, finally walking out of the room.
The spy just stayed there; bruised, battered, and defeated but still miraculously alive. He had to wonder… just what the fuck happened? Was this his life? To be some bitch’s fart huffer? At least he was still alive, now all he had to do was find a way out.