Osa's Seat

By: JustAnotherGasWriter

PART 1

Fog and clouds enveloped the ocean as the sun rose, keeping it dingy and grey. Hidden in the coverage was a small island with a lone mansion built into a cliffside. The place was private, owned by an ex-PMC who had hit it big with an invention that allowed her to retire early in such a glamorous way. Her only companion in the house was a special ‘friend’ from her previous job.

Anja was in a deep sleep as daylight bled into the bedroom. The blonde woman drooled over her pillow and snored lightly. Her stomach rumbled as she remained asleep, much to the dismay of her special companion. The man was strapped tight to the bed and under a blanket… with his head roped to Anja’s fatass! Thanks to one of the many pills that he was forced to take, the man no longer required sleep… instead being relegated to Anja’s full time fart sniffer even throughout the night! Not a day had gone by since his capture that he hadn’t been dutch ovened all night by the engineer, and tonight was no exception. The only filter he had from her butthole was some hot, fuzzy pajamas that also soaked up a good amount of the farts she pushed out and held onto them to prolong his suffering.

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Anja’s big pale booty rumbled against his face as she broke wind. He winced as the morning fart hit his nose like a truck. She hadn’t taken a dump in a bit, at least to his knowledge, and it had been making her gas stink even worse than usual. He had been huffing her ass all night of course, and even in the span of the last six or seven hours since she had fallen asleep, he had noticed a significant uptick in the strength of her odor. 

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A much larger fart ripped out of Anja’s backside and rattled her slave’s whole body and face. This one (unfortunately for him) was much more in line with the average fart that Anja cooked up for his sniffing displeasure. He always felt like he was going to be sick or pass out whenever she cooked him like this, but he was physically unable to. It was the closest thing to Hell on Earth he figured anyone would ever have to put up with! And for the grand crime of espionage, where he wasn’t even the main culprit nearly a year ago! Anja had simply taken a great liking to torturing him like this, so no amount of reasoning or pleading would save him. He was locked in to be her fart slave for the rest of his days at this rate! 

Luckily for him, this dutch oven session was coming to a close as Anja finally started to stir before waking up fully. She freed the man from his bonds before snapping her fingers. 

“Breakfast, you know what I like,” She demanded, pointing him away. He took the chance to have a break from huffing her farts gratefully and scurried off before she could change her mind! 
Anja took about twenty minutes to wake up and enjoy personal time before checking in to her ‘servant’. The interior was lovely-looking, but smelled rather abhorrent! The inventor rarely had guests over, so she didn’t mind being a slob. The only other person she saw regularly was her slave. The pathetic man was the same one that had been turned over to her by Kali when she was still working with Nighthaven; he was caught trying to steal and spy on the PMC group and had instead found a new career path… as Anja’s seat, toilet, and general-purpose servant! The man led a miserable life; Anja had developed other gizmos and gadgets after moving to her new island home. Arguably, her biggest development was a pill set she had made him take. The medications she had developed along with Finka made it impossible for him to be forced into an unconscious state, not need to eat or use the bathroom, not need real air or oxygen, and worst of all, unable to acclimate to any of Anja’s scents and flavors. There was also an injection she had given him to make him a measly 4’5, while she stood a tall 6’8! Being in the house was hell on Earth as Anja’s lingering stink followed him everywhere around the grand house! 

Anja sat in her massive living room to watch the news while eating breakfast. She enjoyed a full English breakfast often, for the variety of food and the aftermath it brought! Combined with her coffee, it wasn’t long before she stood back up from the couch and clapped her hands to summon her slave. “Bathroom,” she commanded him in a simple but stern way. 

The man gulped as he knew what this meant, though he didn’t have a choice! The towering woman walked him over to the bathroom and the inventor slipped her pajama bottoms down to reveal her fat freckled ass. Despite her horrendous diet, she had managed to keep a pretty solid build. The man had to stick his head back into the toilet bowl and was pinned down into it by Anja’s unwashed ass crack! Her donut rubbed against his lips, and he just accepted it and opened his mouth up wide.
Anja was sitting on the toilet and propping her head up using her left arm as a kickstand while scrolling through some TikTok on her phone with her free hand. Her stomach rumbled and she winced behind her glasses before unleashing a deep, bassy fart that echoed below her rear end.

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The Croatian woman sighed after expelling the gross gust from her bowels. She had felt gunked up the last few days day and had been cutting some farts that were even worse than normal somehow. It was like she had a bunch of gravel sitting in her stomach from the hefty feeling, and she had tried to use the bathroom a few times now but had no success. It felt this time though like she would finally be able to relieve herself and was gradually working it all out, fart by fart. The coffee and beans in the English breakfast had done wonders already to loosen her up, and she could feel that it was loosening up quickly. Her servant below was much less happy about the scenario, choking as the first fart seeped into his mouth and burned his throat!

“Well, you made me breakfast. It was about time I returned the favor.” She smirked through gritted teeth, pushing harder and harder to work it out.

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A few gentler puffs came out of her back end before it ramped way up to a merciless ripper, bringing a thick and shitty sewer smell to them. Anja needed to poop badly, and it was finally on the way out now after days of remaining stuck inside her intestines. The man yelled into Anja’s asshole, feeling like he was going to be sick because of the shit-flavored farts he was being forced to eat!

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Anja’s eyes watered from the effort of how hard she was pushing, her colon felt like it was turning inside out! A thick shit log pushed past the opening of her asshole and right down into her toilet slave's mouth, filling it instantly. The ex-spy turned toilet slave screamed out again for mercy, though a mouthful of steamy scat instantly drowned out his cries! He was heaving right after, ready to throw up. 

“Goddamn it, cut that out…” Anja panted, her voice stern.  “This isn't your first rodeo, eat my shit. There is more than that stuck up there, and it’s all going down your throat one way or another.”

Her slave shook his head no in a pleading manner, but he swallowed as hard as he could to get the vomit back down as well as some of Anja's shit. After slurping a couple of her shit nuggets down whole, he had just enough space to chew up the rest of her chewy shit and swallow that once it was turned into a muddy paste. Anja listened closely to the pleading whimpers her boy toy made as he was reduced to being just her toilet, though she had little sympathy for him. 

“You’ve gotten better at this at least… not by much though,” she remarked, thinking about how long it had taken her to train him to be even this tolerant of eating her shit! 

Her intestines bubbled up, and she leaned forward over her knees to try and push some more. Her butthole opened up and another solid poo log began to slide out of her starfish. It was more stubborn than the other turds that had been more energetic on the way out, causing the man plenty of hell as it inched bit by bit against his tongue! His mouth was clear now for the first time since Anja had started to have her bowel movements, but this would not last long. The thick, dense crap rubbed every single one of his taste buds on the way down his mouth. He never could even get used to this and had only gotten over the want to dry heave and throw up immediately when he got a taste of it! 

“Ugh, I feel like I am shitting a boulder out…” Anja groaned, wincing behind her thick glasses. She had to put the phone down for a moment and lean forward while pressuring her stomach to get it to come out easier and faster, the poor slave’s mouth was already at capacity so her foul scat was forced down his throat to make way for the heavier and fresher shit. His eyes welled up in disgust, but he buckled down and started to swallow as hard as he could to get it over with. His body seized, but he got it down. Once she was done dropping her ‘gift’ off, she stood up and wiped her ass with some plush quilted TP and put the wad of shitty paper in his maw with the remainder of her morning dump. “Come to the living room when you are done,” She instructed him, leaving him to deal with her disgusting mess!

He had to lie there for a moment to recover now that she wasn’t actively filling his throat with scat, but he did start to swallow again after having a chance to regain his bearings. He slowly but steadily cleared the crap out of his mouth and finally got up, feeling nauseous after his foul breakfast!
Anja, her bowels finally emptied after her multi-day constipation stint, walked briskly to the living room. Feeling several pounds lighter definitely made this a lot easier! She took a load off on the cough with a grunt and turned the massive flat screen on before grabbing a controller. Her slave came out of the bathroom a few minutes later once he had “flushed” her massive shit away and reported as previously ordered. Anja spread her legs for him, her crotch only covered by her panties now while she played her game. He didn’t need an order and got on his knees in front of her before sticking his head in. Anja pulled his face tight to her musky, sweaty crotch. His head was enveloped on both sides with some massive, fleshy thighs that held him tight in place with no hope of moving away. 

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Anja made it even worse for him by ripping a fart right into his face, the man having no choice but to take the rich smelling stink in through both his mouth and nose as he was glued to her taint. 

“Sniff, inhale my musk,” Anja commanded smoothly. When she had a moment between rounds of her game, she produced two pairs of handcuffs out from the center console of the couch. With the shiny metal bracelets out, she placed one end of each cuff on a hand and used the other end to lock his wrists to the couch for extra insurance that he couldn’t escape. “How does it smell?” She asked him once he was secured, loosening up with her thighs enough that he could speak.

“The fucking worst!” He choked, heaving hard as he was overwhelmed by her post shit gas. The farts coming out now were similar to her morning shit; they had been locked up for too long and had extra time to simmer up to something especially stinky. He was green in the face, and his head spun, but he wasn’t allowed the mercy of passing out or even at least losing a sense of alertness, thanks to Anja’s meds! He was painstakingly aware of every burning fart molecule he had to inhale!

“Glad you’re having fun too,” Anja replied cooly, her ass still poised perfectly to pepper him with more poots of varying severity. “How about my thighs?” She asked next, scissorgripping his head aggressively for a moment so that her thick legs crashed against the side of his face!
“Fuck, my fucking head is going to explode!” He groaned, his head spent spiralling some more into a splitting headache with how Anja was pounding on him! She only let up to realign her stinkhole with his face and blow him a hot kiss.

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"Woof… that sounded disgusting,” The blonde woman remarked flattly, her asshole feeling moist as she let out a nasty near shart! “Sniff that down, I don’t want to get a whiff of it… I’ll make sure my next dump is even worse if you don’t,” She ordered him casually, along with a threat, her thighs synching on his head again to pull him into her crack.

Her toy whined and whimpered for mercy but knew better than to expect such and started sniffing with all his might. Anja would probably do what she threatened anyway, but anything he could do to reduce his suffering was an opportunity he would gladly take. Anja took a hand off a controller to rub her stomach and cursed.

“I’m feeling too fucking gassy to play a game right now…” she observed and shut the console down, turning on Netflix instead. He felt his hands get unlocked, and Anja got off the couch… only so she could lock him back down where his shoulders were tight to the cushions and his arms were locked out to the side! The billionaire cycled through her FYP on the streaming service and put on a show she had recently started before walking out of the room. She returned with a wet burrito she had delivered out to the island a day before, the plate steaming after it had a trip in the microwave. She sat down on his face, her fat freckled ass covering her victim entirely once again. 

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The nasty woman nearly shit herself again right after taking a seat on his face and didn’t even acknowledge it, opting instead to stuff her face with the messy burrito and watch TV. He was dreading the time it would come back to haunt him; he had heard Anja call the order in. It was a super carne asada burrito with double everything and enchilada sauce on the top, a meal all too familiar to him. It was Anja’s favorite, both for the taste and for how brutal it made everything that came out her backside for at least the next day! 

“I don’t hear you sniffing down there!” she remarked sternly, bouncing her ass on his face to snap him to attention and punish him. He let out a loud grunt of pain and got to work inhaling the fart.

“Better,” She told him, satisfied with his efforts now. Once she had her sick kicks in, she went back to focusing on binge watching the show while just giving him a sweaty, smelly facesit and the occasional fart to the face.

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After a few minutes of watching the show, she broke the silence with a brutal force on his face. Her junk food diet was starting to outshine the post shit stink now, not that it made it any better for him! He started to gag and cough, provoking a few punches from Anja to the stomach.

“Quit that… that’s it, you earned this one,” She told him, annoyed how his gagging was drawing her attention away from the TV. She reached back and grabbed his head by his hair and pulled hard, sliding his face down so her asshole was against his lips! He yelled in pain from the hits and the hair pulling, a few tears welling in his eyes as he was dealt his grand punishment for the ultimate sin of having a negative reaction to her disgusting rips!

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A long, wet fart blasted out of Anja’s unwashed ass and into his mouth, getting her to start cackling as he writhed around in tortured discomfort! 

“Wait here asshole,” she told him, letting go of his head. He was still stuck to the couch but was at least given a break as she went off to the bedroom for a few minutes, returning after in her favorite pair of stinking jeans. 

She wore the poor pants all day every day; the denim had absorbed a good 80-90% of the farts that she had let go since who knew when, and they smelled like it! She reclaimed her favorite seat, his nose rubbing up against the harsh feeling and smelling material. There had been a few occasions where Anja had grinded her butt on his head so hard in these pants, that the denim had sandpapered his skin down and fucked him up pretty bad. 

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She farted again as soon as she took a seat, engulfing his head in a mix of rotten aged miasma and fresh foul farts from the source. “Kiss my ass and say thank you, there is some perverts out there that would give anything to be treated like how I treat you,” She demanded, beating his face up with some hip shakes that got her ass clapping! 

“T-thank you, Anja…” He groaned, his tone insincere, but at least giving her the magic words she wanted to hear. He pursed his lips and then craned his head up, planting his lips right to where her butthole was roughly through the stinky blue jeans.

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Anja timed her next disgusting, sloppy rip to come out when his lips met her rear end. His cheeks flapped back in the rancid gust and he coughed violently in reaction to the near shart! Anja rubbed her stomach and snickered, grinding once more with the rough pants. 

“Do you think I need to shit again? Sure sounded and felt like it,” She jeered at her slave, breaking him down even further with verbal jabs between her enormous and bubbly blasts.

“S-sure t-tastes like i-it,” he gasped for air, coughing still after the near shart infiltrated his throat forcefully. He heaved some more after getting his words out, the back of his throat burning hard from the disgusting gas. 

Anja increased the pressure on his face by pushing her weight down into his head rather than just sitting full weight on him, totally shutting her slave up and smothering him hard! The only thing he could breathe would be wet, bassy farts filtered through the disgusting jeans.

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Another spicy, sloppy fart came out of Anja. She was in a groove now and wasn’t even thinking about how brutal the treatment was; she was too focused on her show. The next few hours would go like this with her forcing sloppy farts down his nose and mouth. The whole time, the man was gagging and choking, feeling ready to vomit but unable to. Anja only got up once the show was over in the late evening, a visible brown-green haze surrounded them in the living room from the intense nonstop session. His restraints were finally removed, but she had some plans for how to play with him next. 

“Go make me dinner, and then go to the computer room,” she commanded him and snapped. He got up and meekly scampered off to go and fix her food, his face stained with searing Mexican food stink! 

Anja went to her bedroom to put on a devious device she had come up with. There was a long tube affixed to a gas mask to direct funnel her gas (and even more solid things) to him that she retrieved from a chest full of kinky torture devices. She had to unbutton her jeans and dig her panties out of her filthy ass crack with a few fingers to make room and then slid the tube down her back and into her pants. Once it was in there, she inserted the tube into her rectum and then walked to the computer room. Her pants were zipped and buttoned properly once more. 

Her tortured soul of a servant was waiting for her arrival there with a large plate of cheese fries and a juicy burger drowning in sauces. Anja snapped her fingers and motioned him to take a seat in front of the computer, which he did with some confusion as to what she was going to do from there. Anja turned the computer on and slid the mask over top of his head before starting to eat her buuger with one hand. He was horrified by the mask; it made him always feel so claustrophobic in addition to the obvious smothering and dutch oven qualities it had to it. 

“We’re going to play some stupid games since you love them so much… every time you fail, you will get punished.” She laid out the rules and pulled an old classic up on the desktop. 

The slave looked to see the website she had put him on and almost rolled his eyes when he saw what it was. She had pulled the Impossible Game up on the computer before turning the mouse and keyboard over to him! He would make a snarky remark if he weren’t in such a precarious position! In theory, he could go this entire time without suffering from Anja’s ass gas if he did a perfect run… and if the Croatian woman honored her end of the deal as well. Not that he had any say in whether he got to play; refusal would certainly lead to a more brutal situation than playing along with her BS. 
He loaded up the first level and saw the text ATTEMPT ONE flash across the top of the screen as the square character moved to the right and obstacles started to appear. He had never played this game or even similar games like Geometry Dash. With a click, he was able to clear the first obstacle with ease. Following this, he was met with a few quick decisions as there was a split route… one of them surely was instant death, and the other one likely led to a variety of rigorous obstacles. Not that he would find out on his first try, though, because he took the wrong route that led to his first death.

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A huge fart rattled out of Anja and fogged the tube as he failed, which of course funneled into the mask and fumigated his face! He began to choke inside of his tight torture chamber, unable to focus on the game, which of course resulted in him dying to the first obstacle multiple times.

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Anja dealt his punishment swiftly, still casually chowing down on her dinner as she farted violently into the tube. The man dry heaved and choked; his lungs and nose and sinuses were all set ablaze, and his eyes watered! His head throbbed, and he definitely would have blacked out quickly if he could. Anja’s regiment of pills he was forced to take kept this from happening, so he had to just take it all while feeling like his brain was leaking out his ears!

“Now you’re not even trying. Focus on the game, you fool!” Anja laughed as he was unable to focus at all, a green haze had formed in the tube from all her thick farts being concentrated in such a tight space. The fog kept him from being able to see well, though he tried to carry on and play the game. 
Powering through and through teary eyes, he jumped the first spike and then went the route that he was supposed to take on the next one. He lasted another couple of jumps before his luck ran out and he made a wrong move.

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A sharty-sounding rip hammered his senses next, and Anja groaned. Her stomach growled in intense labor from the new foods immediately being processed into gas and shit. 

“Keep going, at least clear the first level, and then you can have a break,” she promised, setting the bar low so it was realistic for him to achieve.

The man was motivated by her words, and he collected himself in time to take on the level again without any other hiccups right at the start. After half an hour of him getting further into the level with trial and error and Anja rewarding his fuckups with fresh farts, he finally got to the end. As promised, Anja took the tube out of her rear end, and after a few minutes longer of making his head marinate in her collected stink, she removed the mask too. His head went down onto the desk, and he gagged and spit, but as his lungs were slowly decontaminated of the fresh caustic clouds, he at least didn’t feel like he was going to die! The whole experience was like being water-boarded with flatulence! His head was pulled up by Anja’s tight grip wher she stuck his face right to her tight jeans, her leg already hiked up!

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She cut her nastiest, wettest, smelliest fart of the day thusfar, holding him tight into her rear for it’s entire forty second duration! 

“Bedtime,” she told him after, letting go of his head and shepherding him to the bedroom. 

The poor guy was in a gassed-out daze and was whisked away to the master bedroom. Anja decided to keep her jeans on tonight and climbed into bed without even brushing her teeth, let alone showering! The blankets were tightened down by some motors in the bed frame to synch him down and hold him to her rear. With her sniffer slave in place, Anja settled down and quickly fell asleep, exhausted from a long day of tormenting the poor guy. The party was far from over for him, he was snuggled up tight to her fat, milfy buns with the blankets trapping her gas in there! The meds he took kept him from sleeping anyway… he was still on sniffing duty as the much larger woman got her beauty sleep! 

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Anja ripped ass hard in his face in her sleep, marking the start of another long night for her poor seat. 

PART 2

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“Haha, holy shit, that one has my ears ringing!” Anja declared loudly after bearing down hard on her stomach, producing a colossal fart with minimal effort for her live-in and permanent fart cushion! “Why don’t I hear you sniffing, loser?” 

“HNNNNNRRRRRRRRRF!” The man yelled, his cries muffled by Anja’s enormous rear end! His tormenter had a fat, shapely rump… it was clear that the retired operator was well fed both from how hefty her butt was, and the smells that it produced. Everything in the cliffside mansion the two called home (or for him, prison) was designed to keep him suffering as much as possible. Anja had retired from the Nighthaven PMC group months ago now, and while the house was her pride and joy, the man was her crown jewel and a war trophy from her time with the company. Her genius had allowed her to retire early in splendor and riches beyond her dreams, and she had used that money to design a home that was comfortable for her, but prolonged the suffering of her captured slave. 

The man had tried to infiltrate Nighthaven’s island years before (or at least it felt like it had been years… if not decades), and had been caught by their security. Rather than being arrested or even executed, he had been relegated to a punishment much more cruel or unusual than any court could ever bring down. He was everything for the retired engineer; her butler, cook, cleaner, handyman. More commonly, though, he served a role that was much filthier, unusual, and humiliating.

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“Sniff, loser… stop grumbling, you do this every day,” Anja ordered her slave sternly, feeling annoyed that he was still griping from her flatulence. The second fart was a warning to him; if he continued misbehaving, punishment would be in store. Anja yanked on the leash that was attached to the slave’s neck with a collar, pulling him only tighter to her rank ass. 

The man screamed; it may have been years since he had been inducted into his new life of being her full-time fart seat, but a variety of factors made it impossible for him to get used to it. Mainly, it was due to a regimen of pills he was forced to take that numbed a certain region of his brain, making him much more sensitive to harsh scents. Anja also made sure to maintain a diet that was both vile and varied; the brand of her farts greatly varied meal to meal, but were always potent in smell, flavor, and sound. 

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Anja grumbled and ripped a gnarly wet one in his face! Her thick ass cheeks flapped in the hot and humid wind; the wet fart soiled the slave’s nostrils! The scent was thick and sloppy; the extremely rotten cheese-heavy stink contrasted strongly with how eggy her morning farts had been even just a short hour ago.
“T-t-this bitch is actually going to be the fucking death of me with this shit…” the guy thought to himself, his eyes freely rolling in their sockets while he had to huff! 

FFFBBRRLLRAAAAARBBBSSSLRRRRRRBBBLLLRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAASSSSHHHHHHHFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT!!! “Oh fuck, that was wet!” Anja cackled after interrupting his thoughts with another cheesy fart, her stomach gargling loudly. She put her phone down and rubbed her stomach repeatedly to try to massage a stubborn bubble down her intestines. -FFBBLRRRRRRRRRSSLLAARRBSSHHHHT!- 

“Ahhhhh, don't worry… you’ll get what’s coming to you in a push or two.” Anja sighed, a wide grin still on her face as she cut another wet, sloppy dairy fart. 
“HHHNRRRRRRRNNNGGGFFF!!!” The guy screamed from his position as the poisonous farts filled his nostrils and mouth. The white girl’s ass was filthy with sweat and grime, and her gas forced the flavor of that disgraceful butt funk down his throat, along with the shitty cheese flavors.
SSSLLLLRRRRPPPLLRRRKKTTT!!! A disgusting close call of a fart pushed out of Anja’s ass, confirming what they both knew was on the way. “Alright, I’ll be nice… here, or the toilet?” she asked him, loosening her deathgrip on the leash so that he could distance himself enough from her booty to give a coherent answer.

The man was dazed by the series of farts that had been unleashed into his face. The rips had only gotten riper and riper as she pushed them out, increasing his torment with each blast. He didn’t answer in time, leading to Anja making the choice for him. 

“Open up, dingus!” Anja demanded impatiently, bucking his head up with her ass. He knocked to his back, and next thing the man knew, she was squatting over his face. She yanked her jeans down and spread her cheeks, her butthole already opening up. SSSHHHHHHKLRRRRRRRRRRRRRRARRRRRRSHHHHLLLLLLLRRRRRRRRKKKKKKKTTTTTTTTTTT…
The slave opened his mouth to avoid any further retaliation and closed his eyes just in time to avoid a disaster. Molten, liquid shit spilled out of Anja’s ass. About half of the gooey yellow waste went into his mouth, and the rest splattered across his face, making a filthy mess.
KKKLRLLLRRRRRRRRSHHHHHHHHHKKRRRRRRRRRAARKKKTT!!! The blonde woman squatted down deeper to bear down on her stomach and managed to rapidly evacuate another mouthful’s worth of slop. The slave’s mouth was filled by it, the rest overflowing out of his maw to make a mess with the rest of the shit that was caking onto his head. “Swallow it down, shit head, I need to keep going… hurry up, I’m just going to bury you in a second if you don’t.” Anja panted, taking her square lens glasses off to wipe the fog and smudges from the glass. 

The guy trembled into the plush couch, forcing himself to consume her vile slop. It was absolutely disgusting to have to do this at all, but not getting used to it, no matter how many times he had done this before, only increased his anguish. Hell, this wasn’t even the first dump he had taken today!

“Hey, asshole! Get out of la-la land down there and swallow my shit! Last chance before I bury you.” Anja shouted at him, pulling the slave out of his thoughts and back to his pitiful reality. She was bouncing up and down at the knees, starting to feel the pressure ramping up in her bowels as the rest of her sloppy crap built up to a breaking point. 

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Her asshole quivered, and a long and foul mid-dump fart leaked out to berate his nose. It was rare to see Anja struggle with control of her releases like this. This fact had him stressed; something that lofty was sure to be a monumental task for him to have to deal with when it came out. The fart was feral; he could clearly smell the heavy and hot wave of fermented garbage and feces even with the literal shit that was pooled up over his face at that moment. 

“Friendly reminder, bottom boy: you belong to me now. You will do as we say without so much as a squeal of disobedience, or you will be straightened out. You’ve had years to learn this, get with the program.” Anja lectured him sternly through gritted teeth. “Now, swallow my shit and open your pathetic mouth,”

Her words broke her slave, it seemed, because he cleared his mouth quite quickly after that and opened up for more. Anja squatted into an even deeper dip and gasped, her bowels finally seeping out everywhere as she let her sphincter relax. 

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The result was a violent wave of diarrhea blasting out of her again and spraying his head down with muck. The man’s head was painted a vile brown-yellow, and it got absolutely everywhere. He was breathing it through both his mouth and nose, his tongue was coated with it, and his vision was blurred by a disgusting brown tinted filter. Anja groaned for a final time and stood up straight. She took some cloth napkins off the table and dug deep into her ass crack to wipe the crusty crud out, then tossed the soiled fabric on top of her bottom bitch’s face. “Do better next time, little fucker,” she cursed at him while rebuttoning her jeans, then stormed out of the room. 
“This is crazy, holy fucking shit…” the man thought as his brain went into overdrive. His mouth was overflowing with a mound of soft shit again, in addition to the rest of the nasty mess that was piled up over his face. He heard shuffling in the room next door and took it as a cue to hurry up and swallow everything. His mistresses would be stomping back in at any moment, and if he was still a mess, then he definitely would pay for it. The clean-up process was no small feat; his throat felt like it was on fire as he swallowed the sloppy mud pile, and his brain was begging him to get up right away to go and throw up. He had to fight every instinct in his body to not just get sick. 

As if in a perfect queue, his jailer stomped into the room right as the guy finished swallowing her shit down and licking off his own face as much as he could from his position. The girl looked more pissed than usual as she glared at him down, circling the couch like a shark sizing up a target before striking. 

“You already know what your miserable little life is now, sniff my farts down,” Anja ordered in a cold and commanding inflection. She usually was more upbeat and joking about tormenting him; something had bent her out of shape in their last session it seemed. She grabbed a firm handful of hair on his head and pulled him around with aggressive, jerking yanks to bring his face to her ass. His head slammed into her buns, where Anja kept him locked down with an iron grip. She had changed into gray sweatpants that absolutely reeked, impregnated with the stench of her butt funk and all of the farts that had been filtered through them. SsspPPllLRRlllLLLRrrOOOrraRRbbbPPPssssTTTTT

A long and bubbly fart popped into his nostrils and got the seat of her sweatpants damp with more butt sweat and butt juice. Anja frequently had farts that sounded like she was prone to shit herself at any moment, and the smell matched the sound. The stink was filthy, still rich of hot and earthy trash from the diabolical dump she had just blasted on him.

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Anja hiked her leg up steadily as she let the second brassy and bubbly fart rip out at the slave’s face. He did his best to sniff, but he was starting to find it difficult to keep up. Having to sniff some elite-level farts like this right after she had just taken a gnarly dump down his throat was too much; he was on the verge of passing out already. 

“Why is this so hard for you? You better sniff it all down, or we’re going to have a problem, little shit.” The blonde told him, her voice already sounding annoyed by his struggling. Her grip on his hair tightened, and she gave it a hard yank. 

The man howled into the woman’s fat cheeks as his hair was pulled so hard; it felt like she was going to rip half his hair out by the roots with that sharp pull. It woke him from his trance, which at least let him lock in more on sniffing her farts up.

“There we go, is that really so hard? Fucking loser…” Anja mocked him, keeping the iron hold on his hair. Her leg lifted again, and she blasted the slave’s nose a third time. 

BBBBRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLBBBBRRRRRRRRRAAAAAARBBBB The fart sounded thick and muddy, and smelled like fermented fecal matter. The slave had to hold his breath for a moment to stop himself from coughing up a lung or vomiting as the smell slapped him around. Anja was not impressed by this, though, yanking his hair hard again. “Sniff my fucking fart up, it's not that fucking hard?! How did you manage to get by for so long, being so pathetic?” She told him with a cold tone. As Anja tormented him, her demeanor changed suddenly. She held onto her ass with both hands, then pulled her underwear and sweats down in one swift and desperate motion. “Fuckfuckfuck, open up, nerd!”
The poor guy had almost no time to comply, his maw opening up just in time before her asshole opened up to blow a swampy kiss.

SSSPLLLBBBMMMBBRRRAAAABBBTTTTTTTTTTTARRAAABBBBBBBBB The rip droned on for a good, long while. It sounded wet and sharty, though she hadn’t messed herself with it from what he could tell… not yet at least. “Oh, that was so fucking wet… hang on, check this out!” Anja giggled, her more pleasant attitude returning at least. She stood up and sneered at him, glaring him down. Her fist suddenly balled up, and she socked him in the nuts!
“AAAAUGHHH!” The poor man howled out in pain as he was punched by the blonde, his hands shifting to his balls to grab them instinctively. His mouth was left wide open, though, as he groaned. Anja had the opening she was looking for, and she went for it with a sadistic chuckle.  “Thanks, loser!” She laughed, taking his hair back in a tight grip one last time to pull him into her nude and filthy ass. SSPPPPLLLBBBBRRLLLAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRAAAAAAASSSSSHHHTTTT

She sharted loud and proud down his throat, renewing the disgusting flavor of solid waste on his tongue that he had just almost fully cleared out before. The juices that shot out of her asshole coated the inside of his mouth and all over his tongue, the thick liquid sticking everywhere!

“Slurp it down, shithead!” Anja ordered, still laughing her head off after interrupting his gas session with such a disgusting bout of stomach troubles.

The slave groaned and choked, shaking after Anja’s dirty trick. He did his best to swallow the disgusting shart, though the viscous juices were proving to be very difficult to swallow down, as they clung to the roof of his mouth and tongue with particular stubbornness. Anja was, of course, still not in a merciful mood. 

“Hey, McFly! Anyone home in there?!” she raised her voice at him, frustration returning as her slave spaced out. “Still not listening?! I’ll handle you,” she told him with a quiet but furious inflection.  

Anja brushed her blond hair away from her eyes and glared down at the man. “You’ve gotten too many chances today, little shit,” she fumed, standing over him, before delivering a brutal buttdrop! “HHRRRNNNGGFF!” The man screamed after Anja slammed her enormous rear down on his head; he heard a crack, and his nose stung like hell. There was a decent chance that she had just broken it!

“Listen to me, bottom bitch boy. This is your life now; you are nothing but a fart seat and toilet for me. It’s your destiny to serve me. Maybe, if you hadn’t tried to infiltrate Nighthaven all that time ago, you wouldn’t be here.” Anja seethed through gritted teeth, her frustration on the verge of overflowing. “Last fucking chance before you get a real punishment, sniff all of my fucking farts up.” BBBRRLLLLRRROOOOOOORRRMMMBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTT

After her speech, Anja blasted her bottom with another shit and cheese-flavored beefer. His hair was sent into a frenzy, and gas shot down his mouth, nose, throat, and lungs all at once. He groaned out, but his cries were muffled by the ear-ringing blast. He tried to focus up and sniff, as he knew that the threat of punishment was both very real and would be incredibly ruthless, but the fart combined with everything else he had taken so far through the day was too much. He lost focus and just hung on to his consciousness without sniffing. “How the fuck can you not sniff?! It’s not that hard!” Anja shouted at him, astonished that her threats had not motivated her slave enough, it seemed to inhale even one ‘measly’ fart in its entirety. She made a fist and, just like how she had done earlier, delivered a brutal punch to the nuts!

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“SNIFF!” she ordered, her voice raised to reflect her anger at him. She was still trying to decide on a proper punishment for him, but the smell of her own farts drifting up to her from his lack of huffing was breaking any concentration that she had. 

The man shook his head, struggling as his mind shut down further. Instinct took over, and he was wiggling under Anja for his freedom! The only thing that this would accomplish, of course, was to piss his mistress off even more. “That’s it… You’re DONE!” Anja declared, picking her butt up from his face. The slave looked up in despair as the girl wiggled her butt to make it easier to yank her sweats down, revealing her tanned rump in all of its nude and fatty glory. WWHHAPP

Nico slammed her butt down on him as hard as she could, almost breaking his nose again with the whallop. Her asshole engulfed his nose for a brief moment, but this wouldn’t be her intended target. Not this time. 

“.... Fuck it,” she swore, deciding on what his fate would be for his transgressions. She slowly slid her hefty ass over his face to spread all of the thick gunk in her taint across his face, stopping once her donut was against his lips. 

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A long fart droned out of her ass, vibrating her butthole against the man’s tongue intensely, and her cheeks jiggled violently against his whole head. Right at the conclusion of the gas, a shart blew out right away. Liquid waste dribbled out of her hole after being evacuated in a larger gunkshot, going right down the man’s poor throat. 

“Swallow it up, asshole, now!” Anj ordered after delivering the gnarly fart-shart combo. Her stomach rumbling promised there was plenty more to come for him, especially if he continued to be uncompliant with her demands. 

The slave was still moving around instinctively to try to get away, but his jolts and pulls were far too weak to do anything. His brain did hear the demands to swallow, so he started to follow the commands in his autopilot state. This pleased Anja for the time at least, who let him slurp the shart juice down and lick her clean. 

“Was that really so hard to do? You would have saved yourself a lot of pain if you just did what I told you to… idiot,” she remarked, a smile creeping onto her face… though it was more of a sneer, really. 

He wasn’t fully off the hook, however, as Nico repositioned her thick cheeks to have her disgusting donut back square against his nose. FFFBBBLLLLRRRRRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBTTTTTT

A swift, bubbly fart was delivered. It sounded nasty and wet, but didn’t bring anything beyond hot trash and rancid dairy stink with it. The guy at least could take a hint and started to sniff without being commanded to do so. A cough or two slipped out of his mouth, though there wasn’t so much as a whimper of protest. 

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She farted over, and over, and over… and over again, concussing the poor guy with her signature muddy and bassy sounding braps. His only source of oxygen for the next several minutes was pure methane-filled flatulence that burned harder than shots of Everclear going down. 

“It’s not my fault you need to be disciplined… what a loser, you can’t handle even one fart apparently,” Anja rolled her eyes at the ceiling. 

The man gulped, every part of his body and mind screaming for mercy. He tried to calm himself down; it was better to be suffering but alive and able to escape someday than die in a fart-filled assault on his senses. 

“Can we just wrap it up already? I want to go to sleep.” Anja asked, crossing her arms as she grew impatient again. Tormenting the dude gave her near-endless entertainment, but she did her beauty sleep. “You'd better be up bright and early. I need you to make breakfast… and you need to be ready for when I have my morning tea.” She finally smirked again, her bipolar attitude swinging back to a more positive mood as she got off his face. 

She got him up to the couch and grabbed the back of the slave’s shirt. With one big pull, she hoisted him from his defeated position in the couch cushions and dragged him off to her bedroom. 

Anja’s room was even messier than the rest of the house; she wasn’t a neat freak by any measure, but she did at least clean (or more accurately, make the man clean) the rest of the place up on occasion. For her room, though, Anja had no standards at all. The man’s body and feet brushed against and bounced over a layer of trash that hid the carpet. Take-out containers, soda cans, pizza boxes, chip bags, they all littered the floor and formed a layer of filth that was almost more of a health hazard than the woman’s business end. He was picked up and tossed onto the bed like a sack of potatoes with ease by the nerdy-looking but still very strong woman, who also got into bed right after. Anja got undressed, only wearing a nightshirt and a pair of underwear with some leather straps attached to form a muzzle. The man was handcuffed to bind his hands together and to the bed to prevent any late-night escape attempts, and the muzzle was wrapped over his head to lock his face to her butt. Finally, Anja rolled onto her side to get comfortable and tossed the blankets over herself and the man’s entire body. 

“G’night, dumbass. Sweet, stinky dreams!” she giggled, before closing her eyes. FFBBRRRLLLOOOOOOORRRSSHHHHHH

Her butt wished him goodnight as well, sounding off with a dominant, wet fart. Her gas still reeked of rotten cheese and feces, now with a strong hint of sun-rotted meat to make things even worse!

This was the closest to peace the guy had ever been since his incarceration. Every night, he was locked into place just like this with his face locked into Anja’s rancid ass, but he at least was not getting bombarded with constant farts, shouts, hair pulls, and punches. He was able to recover to an extent, relaxing and even getting bits of sleep himself, only occasionally being disturbed by a midnight sleep fart from Anja (or even the occasional guest from the Team she had come to her place). It was also the only time he really had ever experienced a silent fart from her; they were a rare sight (or smell, more accurately) when she was awake. Without her being conscious to hold back and save her blasts up for maximum damage, toots would regularly slip out in smaller and more manageable amounts. 

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Just like that one. A hot gust of fetid wind breathed out of Anja’s butthole and went right down his nostrils. He tried to hold his breath through it and was mostly successful. The disgusting dairy/meat/shit/trash combination forced its way into his system and lingered, but it was a hell of a lot better than actively having to huff it while getting verbally berated. 

Anja smacked her lips loudly in her sleep and grumbled before rolling over, sending his head twisting with her ass. He scrambled to get in line with her rear again to avoid straining his neck, then tried to finally get as much rest as he could.
The next day rolled around hours later. Anja had, of course, been indiscriminately cutting the cheese all night! She woke up to meet the day with a yawn and a big ol’ stretch that got a nice big morning fart going to end off the dutch oven session.

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“Ahhhh, new day, same shit for you, my peasant,” she snickered, feeling him squirm from the enormous rip! The covers nearly got blown off the bedspread from it, instead parachuting up and outwards from all of the fragrant hot air! 

The blankets were let up afterwards, though he was far from being safe. Anja got up and grabbed his head with her thick, meaty thighs to grapple and shove him into her musky rear. He surrendered himself to her, knowing resistance was futile, and it was at least less painful to go limp while being manhandled instead of struggling! The pressure on his face grew more and more intense as the grip on the back of his head tightened down harder and buried him further into her ass. His head had nearly disappeared when she was finished pushing it in, and he didn't have long to wait before he was given a smelly welcome to the deepest crevice of his mistress's fat blubber butt. 

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She cut a nice and bubbly warm up fart in his face. The sound was heavily distorted because of how deep he was buried in there. 

“What are you waiting for? Sniff it up, pervert!” she ordered impatiently when he didn't immediately inhale the fragrant wind and flexed her thighs so they tightened around his head. He grunted in pain when the pressure was applied and followed his orders, sniffing her ass vigorously after. 

SSSPLLLRRRRRAAAAAAAARRRROOLLLUURRAAAAAARRRBBTT!!! A shitty-sounding and smelling morning fart erupted out of Anja's ass right as he began to get his nose dirty and sniff all around her butthole. The man groaned and whined into her ass, though it was muffled out totally by both the fart and Anja's ass flesh. Anja herself was looking rather relieved as she broke wind, her tongue hanging out of her mouth for a moment before she declared her relief with a loud groan. 

“Now that was a good one!” she cackled in satisfaction, contemplating whether she should release him to go make breakfast, or keep tormenting him. Her hunger got the better of her, and the man soon heard the clink of metal on metal before his hands were released from their binds. “Go make me breakfast, dickweed,” she ordered him with a firm point to the door out of the filthy bedroom. The man scrambled out obediently and left Anja alone in her room to wake up and get ready for another day. Breakfast was one of his other favorite times of day; he was briefly free from her horrific and torturous grasp to do a pretty basic and even relaxing task. His nose was sore from being strapped in so tight to her asshole all night, but he wasn’t going to let that and the stale stink ruin his little daily time to himself that he still had. The fridge and pantry were kept well stocked with plenty of food, but the slave knew Anja only liked the same feast for breakfast: black coffee, cold cut meats with cheese, yogurt, and eggs with bread. The spread was simple, but was a classic in Anja’s homeland of Croatia, and also just so happened to produce some pretty nasty after effects (as the man knew all too well by now).

Anja was enjoying some time to her own herself in the bedroom, lying down on her bed while scrolling her phone. Punishing her toilet slave for the crime of existing was soemthing she would never grow tired of, but small amounts of down time alone like this were still very nice. Its not like he could escape when out of her direct supervision either, the mansion was equipped with several security systems that actively allowed her to monitor his location throughout the home and also gave her any alerts of external doors opening up… assuming he was able to defeat the multiple locks equipped to every door to the outside. Even if he found a way to defeat these ant-escape measures, he certainly wasn’t getting far when the only way off of the island that they resided on was a boat equipped with equally advanced security measures. 

She would grow tired of her phone after scrolling her social media feed for a bit, which prompted her to get out of bed and go to her wardrobe. She scratched her nude butt and even dug a few fingers in her swampy crack while picking through her clothing options, settling on a casual T shirt and blue jeans that were quite tight on her assets.

“Food better be ready soon, loser!” she called out loudly towards the kitchen once she left the bedroom. She stepped into her office and turned her PC on, deciding that today’s activities would be grinding some Overwatch while crushing his pathetic face. 

“Almost done!” he called back to her, snapping into an attentive position after catching himself slouching over the stove in a more lax stance. His time to relax was coming to a very fast end, and he prepared himself mentally for what was surely coming next. 

He walked into the office holding a tray that had the massive spread of food on it, standing up straight at the doorway while waiting for her orders. Anja let him stand there for a few minutes as the game loaded on her computer. Once she was in the menu, she swiveled her chair around and smirked at her pathetic slave. “Just in time! Bring it over, then get down right where you belong,” she ordered, getting up from her cush gaming chair so he could assume his position. 

The man held a sigh in and walked over to the chair, obediently setting the tray of food down on a side table connected to Anja’s main gaming desk before placing his head in the seat of the chair. Anja sat down on him, her phat jean-clad ass crushing his face ruthlessly. The ridged denim of her pants made this very painful for him; the airflow through the fabric was nonexistent, and the same stiffness of the denim made the weight on his nose in particular excruciating. 

MMMMBBBLLLRRRRRRRRRRRRRRBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAABBBRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABBBBTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!! Anja made things worse immediately with an ‘average’ sized morning fart to the dome, which she ignored. She was too focused on stuffing her gullet with cold cuts and eggs to give a shit about his suffering! 

The slave felt like throwing up as he had to take his first ‘real’ fart of the day; years of experience had still not made this any easier for him. He forced himself to sniff her rear with all of his will, and acidic vomit boiled up his throat from his stomach. 

“Someone is in a good mood this morning. Well, you'd better keep it up, because if I so much as lose a round because of you today, there will be punishment like there never has been before,” Anja remarked coldly, obviously indifferent to whatever pain she had definitely inflicted on him. Before she was ready to even load into her first game, however, she felt a familiar but unwelcome shift in her bowels. Mumbling under her breath, she opened a part of her desk and retrieved a harness device.

The man was surprised by how early she was getting up, but the harness answered any question of why their session was interrupted so early. She stepped into it, then pulled him up by his hair and strapped him in so his face was attached to her ass. She then began to walk off to the bathroom, dragging the poor guy across the floor as she did! His knees screamed in agony as he was rugburned across half the mansion, though a sloppy fart to his face halfway en route to the bathroom gave him a new pain to be distracted by. 

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The jeans stayed clean, at least as far as he could tell, but it was clear that his breakfast was about to be served, hot and ready. It was shaping up to be extra ripe, too. He nearly threw up again as the caustic scent of dumpster marinated canned meat and donkey manure was pumped through his nose.

Anja nearly knocked the door off of it’s hinges as she rushed to the bathroom, still dragging her poor servant behind her. The straps were removed, and he was shoved into the wall next to the toilet. In a flash, Anja’s jeans and panties were down, and he was met with swampy white ass in the face, which smashed and then pinned his head into the wall.
BBBLRRRRRRRBRRRRRRRRRRAAAAARRRRRRPPPLLRAAAAAAAAAAARRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABBBBBBBBBBBBBTTTTT!!!! Anja’s asshole gaped open wide with a monstrous fart that went on loud and proud for a whole and uninterrupted 30 seconds. The guy, per usual, had no hope at escape (despite his instinctive wiggles and shakes) and swallowed the fart down in it’s entirety. The gas bubble burned his throat and caused him immense discomfort as it traveled down his esophegous in a hot mass before occupying his stomach, with some of it traveling upwards as well thanks to back pressure. Because of this, his sinuses were not spared, meaning that he both smelled and tasted the trashy pre shit rip.

Anja removed her phat butt from his head and plopped down on the toilet with a loud slap, looking strained and pained from the sudden stomach fit. The man was promptly then pulled by the collar of his shirt, and his head was yanked down to be nestled and held by her thick thighs. He could see the inside of the toilet bowl, front row tickets to the show. But at least he wasn’t on the receiving end, right? “Oh, fuck it, why the fuck do I have you if you can’t save my toilet for me?” Anja exclaimed, realizing she was getting ahead of herself. She squatted over the toilet and wrangled with his head. He stood no chance, he was weak and malnourished, and she was strong and had the positional advantage over him. She sat down on his face, her backdoor locked with his opened jaws. 

SSSSHHHKKKLLRRRRRRRAAAAAPPPRRSHHLRRRRRAAAAAAARRRTTT!!! A powerful torrent of diarrhea blasted out and funneled right down his pathetic throat, filling his mouth up with pure liquid shit in an instant. He was groaning right before her outburst, and started to choke as the fetid stew blew down both pipes in his throat. He was drowning in her liquid runs! “HHRRNNhGF!” His groans were clearly audible even with a throat full of shit; his eyes bulged out from his head as he was held there and made to suffer under the tyrannical force of nature that was Anja’s ruthless bowels.

SSSSHHHKKLLRRSHT-KKLKRRAARRHHTT-BBBLRRRUUURRSSHHKKRRAAAAKKT! Anja blew several more sloppy sharts out into his mouth, hot diarrhea spilling out of her back end. Her own relief was the only thing she cared about; her slave’s well-being, beyond ensuring that he didn’t actually get snuffed out by the waterfalls of waste pouring from her rear end, was not even an afterthought concern. 

SSSPLLLRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAKKKSHHHTTTKKTT! “Ohhhhh, lucky you… that was the last of that…” she groaned, standing up from the toilet. She turned around to inspect her work, sneering at him as he remained with his head over the toilet bowl, mouth full and looking absolutely distraught and defeated. “Get up, loser! I want to play some games!” The man quickly swallowed whatever was left sitting in his throat and was whisked away back to the office. Anja pulled her pants and panties back on, but her hole remained unwiped. The smell of shit penetrated his nose as soon as he was seated back in the gaming chair, his brain scrambled by the trashy stink. 

MMBBLRROORRBBBTTTTTTTRRRRRRRRRABBBBTTT!!! Anja let a swampy post dump fart out in his face as soon as she sat down on him, loading into a ranked game as soon as she was back in place. MMMBBRRRRRRRRRRRLLRBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOORRRRRRRRBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAABBBAAAAARRRRR-

A fart began to drone out of her asshole and inflated the slave’s lungs with a constant supply of gas. Anja casually ate her breakfast as she let rip, ignoring how monstrous the rip was. It had gone on for over twenty seconds now, with no sign that it would slow down or stop any time soon.

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Another half minute went by. Anja intentionally slowed down the release of the fart by clamping her cheeks down just a little bit to impede the flow of the trashy wave to give her slave some false hope that the ginormous blast was almost over. After letting it rip out at this slowed pace, however, she relaxed her butt cheeks to kick the ripper back up to full flow immediately. 

-BBBBBBBPPLRLLRRRRRBBBBRRRUUUURRBBBTTT!-bbbLLLRRT-BLLRRRBT-BRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAARRRRTTTTT!

The fart continued a good ten seconds past the one-minute mark before tapering off. Once it did, a few more bubbling cheek flappers blew from her reeking asshole to soil his nose with her disgusting stink of burnt tires, animal waste, and junkyard juice marinated foods. 

“Ouurfff, gah… bet you’re glad that’s over!” Anja chortled, her stomach feeling much better after getting that massive bubble of post-dump gas expelled from her bowels. “Sniff, asshole, I don’t want all of that lingering around while I enjoy myself!” The man was squealing beneath her in protest, his knuckles white as he strained against some hand restraints that were keeping him locked to the chair. Anja was about to berate him, but was satisfied with his efforts once he started to actively inhale the rancid wind. 

The rest of the day followed the same itinerary. Anja let out frequent farts into her slave’s face of differing stinks and lengths, but all of course could be labeled as category 5 hurricane gusts that were as potent as a sewer on a summer day. His only breaks were short ones where he had to go and make her lunch, and then dinner a few hours after. After sixteen full hours of nothing but facefarts and face-crushing sitting, Anja strapped him back into the same harness she had used earlier in the day to drag him to the bathroom. Once he was locked in, she stood up from the sweaty gaming chair and walked off to the bedroom to go to sleep for the night. His knees were scraped up again as she dragged him away, but his brain was too cooked to give a shit. She got right into bed without bothering to change into night clothes, forcing her slave’s head underneath the blankets. 

“G’night… Asshole,” she snickered at him one last time before slumping over the mattress to pass out immediately. Her ass spoke up loudly as well, just to make sure that he still very well knew his pathetic place.

BBBBBBBLRRRRRRRRRRRRRRBBBBRRRRRRRRRRARRBBBTTTTT!!! He groaned, not expecting her to rip such a large and juicy fart on him after falling asleep. His nostrils tingled as her rotten, animal manure stink was renewed for the last time (hopefully) for the night. Another day in the books done, just to do it all again tomorrow and for the rest of his pathetic, miserable life. BLBBBBRRRRRBBBBRRRRRRRRRRBBAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRBBBUUUURRTTT!!!