No (end)

The devious trio begin to build a serious presence around trying to break poor Victoria’s will. She is **** to worship every inch of her captors’ incredible, pungent bodies—she isn’t safe from feet, pits, boobs, thighs, and, of course, asses— so thoroughly that Vicky used to spend half of her days **** from the smell. The twins were awfully competitive over who could make her suffer more, despite the fact that they had virtually identically assets and stenches, that often the highest-viewed moments were the fart competitions. The only real loser, of course, being Vicky as she was smothered and blasted senseless in between empty boasting from each of Nina and Mina proclaiming that their most recent emission was stinkier than anything the other could produce.

Occasionally, Vicky would undo her binding and make a break for civilization before being trapped in Amber’s cleavage and brought back to camp for even more **** punishments. After her third failed break-out attempt, Vicky was tied to Amber’s foul, juicy ass each night, consistently assaulted by the monumental rippers the leader could continually produce.

One day, Vicky snapped. Quietly, without even realizing she had lost her mind, she strode to the single comfy chair at the campsite, clearly reserved for Amber. Instead of sitting on the chair normally, though, she sat on the ground and lay her head face-up on the cushioned bottom section of the seat.

“Aww, look at little Stinktoria, all broken now. I bet you wanted to huff up Miss Amber’s perfect gas, huh?” Mina says, striding into view with a wicked smile plastered on her face.

“That’s such a shame, sister, that Miss Amber isn’t here to punish this little loser for taking her precious seat. I guess that duty falls to us…” Nina responds, sporting an equally dopey grin. “And we were just about to get our daily squats in, too. We have to keep these in top smushing form,” she continues, gently slapping at her enormous cheeks to get Vicky to salivate over them.

“Ooh, I know! She can be our workout bench to make up for her crimes,” Mina tells her sister excitedly.

“Agreed. We must make her pay.”

The twins bring their bubble butts directly over Victoria’s face, their black yoga pants threatening to burst from the strain.

“1!”

The two sets of gargantuan ass cheeks descend slowly, menacingly, onto Vicky’s eager visage. The soft butt flesh fills her nose with the stale smell of leftover farts and far too much sweat.

*BBRRRRRPPTTRTTTT*

*BRRRRRAAAAAPPPP*

Two equally deadly rippers explode from Nina and Mina’s cracks. The stench of old beef stew coats Vicky’s nose to the point where she can’t think of anything except to sniff. And boy does she sniff.

Nina notices first, “Sister, do you hear that? She’s sniffing like a good little bitch! Ahahahha, we’ve finally broken the goody-two shoes so badly that maybe we’ll get to keep her all to ourselves.”

“This is so awesomeeeeee,” says Mina, “Wait, I know how to reward our perfect little stink sponge to celebrate!” As she hooks her fingers into the spandex and drops her athletic pants to the ground, revealing her glossy, jiggly cheeks in all their glory, leaving just a tiny purple thong between her hole and Vicky’s nose. Nina immediately follows suit.

“You don’t get to worship our bare asses just yet, but if you can last for all 5 sets of 12 squats, you can sleep in our SHARED sleeping bag tonight, smushed between these two things, Nina says as she smacks her ridiculously fat bottom for emphasis.

“2!”

Vicky’s vision is once again eclipsed by the set of rotund cheeks rapidly dropping directly onto her nose. This time, though, she offers a hesitant lick onto her captors’ asses, tasting the foul, sweaty stench caked onto their butts.

*PRORRBTTT*

*FFFFSHHHHHHH*

The twins drop two more downright disgusting butt bombs on Vicky’s poor little face, cackling and taunting as they continue the torment…

Victoria passed out around the twentieth squat or so, and she’d fade in and out of consciousness as Nina and Mina’s gaseous “workout” dragged on. After reporting Vicky’s original crime of sitting on Amber’s chair to the boss herself, the twins were granted the rights to do as they pleased with their willing victim.

Victoria became little more than a plaything for the dimwit duo, soaking up their gas day or night, rain or shine. Stuffed between their butts in the sleeping bag, tied to the practice pole for the grunts to try out vicious new moves—you name it, Vicky became it. She welcomed her new life as the ass rag and fart cushion she was always destined to be.