When you wake up....

When you wake up, you can feel that your body is pretty stiff, and as you try to move you end up feeling that your hands are stuck. It takes a moment for you to finally realize:

You are tied, strapped to a heavy chair, and you can't move your limbs, not even a little. You try to scream but notice that your lips are sealed with tape, so you struggle the best you can to see if anything gets loose, but to no avail…

As soon as you've calmed down, you end up paying attention to your terrible headache and your surroundings:

You are inside what seems to be an empty warehouse… Or one one for construction you figure, as you come to notice the raw building materials around. It is completely dark asthe place is dimly illuminated by the small windows close to the ceiling of the tall place, which makes it very hard to see inside.

What the hell happened before? Why are you here? Where is here and why is this happening to you? Your mind is full of those confusing thoughts, until suddenly, a sound of metal being dragged is heard behind you alongside the sound footsteps approaching.

You go to turn your head, to try and look behind you, but a hand grabs your head before you do, forcing it forwards as you feel breath on your ear.

“No no. Keep it forward. Don’t look just yet.”

The whisper sends a shiver down your body as the person gives you a pat on the head and giggles.

“Hehe. Good. No peeking”

A second voice joins it.

“Ugh. Do we really need to do this here? It's like the most obvious place there is for this.”

The first voice replies.

“It’s fiiiine. We’re in letch territory. So if anything goes wrong, we can just say it was them meddling with stuff they shouldn’t have. Now shut it and give me one of the potions.”

You hear the clinkling of glass, and then a quiet sound of liquid sloshing followed by the girl behind you groaning.

“Ugh. They really make this taste like medicine don’t they?”

And then she walks up to you. Leaning her head on top of yours as she giggles.

“Well cutie. You fucked up this time. Heh. Can’t believe the Croc sold you at such a cheap price to us. Are you ready? You’ll be helping us with a little… experiment. Get that fat butt over here already Cel.”

There's a loud hmph, and you spot the barmaid from earlier as she appears next to you. No longer in her uniform, but in a tight black bodysuit, a small white and orange mask hanging off her hip

“Got the pad?”

“Yup”

You hear the shuffle of paper as the girl on your head moves. Cel as she's called, saunters up to you, slowly sitting down on your lap, her cheeks squishing tightly to your body.

“Okay. Well, test one. We’ll try normal gas first.”

Cel’s ass moves up to your face, squishing and shifting all the way up until she puts it on her nose. You can’t smell anything, other than the scent of latex for a moment.

A nearly silent hiss engulfs your hearing, and then a rotten cheesy scent makes you cough and squirm against your bonds. Though Cel keeps her hole and your nose tightly together. Letting out a short moan as the hiss warms her ass up.

“Oooh. That felt good”

“Hehe. Seems our little lab rat didn’t like it though. Well. It's your stinking butt after all.”

“I’ll stick your nose up it if you keep talking”

You can almost hear the person behind you roll her eyes, but you’re too preoccupied with the sickening smell in your nose and the butt slowly grinding into your face. A few more hisses sends more cheesy gas up your nose and your struggles start again, but you just can’t get your nose away from her hole in time, coughing and groaning with each inhale.

She pulls away all of a sudden, and you’re glad for the fresher air, even if she leaves you a reeking present as she does.

“How was that? Oooh that smells pretty strong already”

“Meh. Still awake. So not enough”

The second girl appears on your other side, In the same black bodysuit. But she had a creepy white plague doctors mask on, with a small green cross over one eye.

She doesn’t say anything to you as her ass plants itself on your struggling face, and a loud short airy fart fills your senses. But…. it doesn’t smell bad… In fact, it smells like mint. Your nose clears, and you feel a little better as she sits on you.

“Hmm. You know, I hate my butt. All I want to do is sit on some cutie's face, and make them squirm under my stinky butt. But nooooo. Of course my ass is the one that fixes people, not ruins them…”

“Why are you even telling me this?”

“Shut it! I’m telling the victim.”

“Suuuure you are. Well get off them, I’ve eaten the berries”

The asses switch, and you’re once again under Cel’s ass. Her cheesy remnants are gone. Replaced by a minty scent… but that lasts all of ten seconds, before a rotten scent explodes from her ass all at once. Making you gag loudly as a smell so noxious you struggle to describe it fills your nose.

It’s… It’s like all the plants around you started rotting, filling with a damn almost bog like scent. You groan loudly under her. But she only moans as her ass opens up and gives you another heavy long burst of the noxious scent.

You suffer under her ass for many more farts. Each one smells worse and worse, as she starts to push harder, grunting to give you a deeper smell with each one, rubbing her ass over your nose as you struggle to try and get away from the fumes.

You start to fade a few times. But the plague doctor comes around, and gives you a minty fart each time, forcing you back to consciousness and back under Cel’s ass.

She comes up to you with a new flavor of gas each time. Spicy, Sharp, Punchy, Wet. Some smell like rotten meat, some like rotten vegetables. One smells like sweets, but the scent quickly becomes even worse then anything you’ve breathed before making you really struggle as Cel laughs.

"Alright, I think that that's all we need for the smell test, now for the taste test"

The "doctor" pulls the tape out of your mouth in a quick movement, startling you, but giving you the perfect opportunity to cough what your lungs were full of, and as you did that, suddenly something big is uncomfortably shoved in your mouth, it feels spherical, but mostly solid, except for a small hole that you can feel.

“Did they have to shape it like that? Ugh” You hear Cel comment as she sits on your face like a stool.

The doctor laughs a bit as she replies.

“Well it’s got to get right up your hole to get the good stuff. Why not make it feel good while you’re doing so?"

“Bunch of pervs. Ugh. At least we’re not recording this”

"What? Don't want to stick a dick up your ass?"

Cel gets off your face, and you can see the shape of a dildo gag. Longer than it is wide and a simple black in color

“Hah. More like I don’t want our tech headed girls to get more material to get off to. Everyone knows my ass is sexy. I’d rather they. Come. To me!”

And she slides herself onto the dildo slowly. Letting out a few grunts as she does so.

“Ugh. That’s pretty big. Okay… Think I’m ready”

"You're doing great"

“Yeah yeah. Just write this down”

She lets out a grunt. And suddenly, a sputtery blast floods through the dildo, filling your mouth with the scent of rotten berries as her ass burbles around the dildo, not forming a complete seal and leaking a yellow smog.

Her ass almost kisses your face as the tube enters all the way through her rectum. And she rolls her eyes. Then she slowly pushes the toy out while filling your mouth with more of her scent. Like some perverse rocket, her ass spews gas from between the gaps in the toy and her holes seal, more filling your mouth than escaping but her ass rising further and further up the dildo with each reeking blast. Since the tube is thinner than her ass, every blast feels wet and is shot with high pressure against your tongue.

The experiment with the toy lasts for an hour or two, time feels fluid to you as you’re bathed in gas.

She pushes again and again, slightly shifting on the dildo with each blast. Sometimes on the tip, where her ass lets out horribly wet blasts that make bubbles pop in your mouth from the gag. Sometimes so deep her cheeks rest on your face, where you get the most revolting gas right from her depths, silent and hissing through her and against your tongue.

"Ahh how does it taste hm? Can you tell what I ate? I bet you can! You gotta tell me later!"

"If we let you speak"

"It will probably be when we release you"

"If we release you."

When you feel close to passing out, Cel pulls her ass free from the dildo with a pop, and you see the doctor come up, having unzipped the suit around her crack, she slightly puts the toy against her hole. And then a stream of mint fills your senses, so pressurized that it burns your tongue with how cold it feels, shocking you back to your senses.

And then Cel puts herself back on, and fills you with more vile flavors of gas, the taste is gag inducing, but you don’t have time to gag as she grunts harder than before. The blast is so powerful that you instantly **** as the smell hits you. From deep in her gut it pours out like a liquidy sludgy fart, so thick that it forces her up the dildo with pressure alone as she moans in pleasure.

Suddenly the tube clogs and she’s **** to pull off, leaving a wet sticky layer of ass juice covering the dildo and your mouth.

"Dammit… the tube was too thin… that's why I prefer a more direct approach…"

“Huh. Broke it already? Well, that's a failed test then, get back on the nose then, and let's see how our lab rat likes your open hole now”

Cel shifts, and her dirty hole squelches onto your nose. She lets out a soft grunt, and gas bubbles and pops out of her loosened hole, like an endless wet stream that floods your nose in the raw scent of her disgusting insides. You can’t breathe through your mouth, and your nose feels soaked in her ass juices as she pumps more and more wet gas from her depths up your nose. You struggle and whine but nothing stops her relentless stream of gas from invading the depths of your nose.

After what feels like hours, you hear the plague doctor clap her hands.

“Well. Let’s call it for today. That's plenty of data for the tech heads to go over.”

“Hah. Knowing them we’ll be back in a few weeks to test something else out.”

“Uh. Well. They’re certainly a little…”

“Obsessed? Yeah. Definitely obsessed.”

You hear something being handed to her, and the plague doctor walks up to you, with a brown stained cloth in her hands.

“Hehe. Well cutie. We’re done today. Here, I’ll give you my panties. Been roasting them all week under my sexy butt. And I had Cel wear them all night yesterday. So they’re nice and steamy with her sweat too.”

She presses it to your nose and mouth, and you instantly gag and cough at the deadly stench as she whispers in your ears.

“There were a few close calls when I pushed. So I put the brown end on your nose. Take a deep breath okay? Hehe”

You don’t have a choice, you want to breathe fresher air, but all you get is shart stained panties to cough and grown on, you’re already weak from hours of **** under their butts. And the reviving effect of the doctor's gas hasn’t had much effect for a while now.

Your vision fades as the last thing you see is her creepy white mask glinting under the moonlight.