By: SuperBeak
Halima woke up to the sounds of jets flying over the city, excited and startled, she ran to the window.
“Cinnamon, come on!” She said, practically shaking her roommate awake.
Cinnamon, Halima’s roommate, was beautiful but shy. Short, Black hair with frosted blonde tips, voluptuous breasts, and wide hips. Reluctantly, she got up, stumbling half awake behind her all too excited roommate.
“Ergh… what is it, Hallie…?” She said, rubbing her eyes.
“Do you see them?! Look!” Halima said, pointing to the skies. “Look at the planes! I think they’re fighters!”
“Planes…? Fighters…? What… what do you think is going on?” Cinnamon said, her face growing increasingly concerned.
“I don’t know but isn’t it cool!” Halima responded, far too excited to think about what might be going on in the world around.
Before they could continue on, Halima heard commotion in the streets down below. She looked down, seeing a convoy of military trucks and even a few tanks moving in.
“Look! Look! Tanks! Come on, we’ve got to get a closer look at what’s going on!” Halima said, running to her dresser.
War had never reached this part of Adahnistan before, so the horrors of it were but a mystery to Halima and Cinnamon. War was but a fantasy. To them, only something that happened in far away lands, and the closest they’d ever get to experiencing it would be on TV. To Halima, hearing the word “War” in Adahnistan only meant one thing.
Adventure.
Something that she so desperately craved, having grown up in nothing but desert her entire life, she saw an opportunity and she was definitely going to take it.
“Hey… Hey Cinnamon! Look at all the trucks!” She said, running through the crowd.
“Hey Hal, calm down!” Cinnamon called out, as she struggled to keep up.
Halima ran up to a fence, using an abandoned box to climb up and see over. “What do you think they’re doing here? Do you think a war started?”
“I…I don’t k-know…” Cinnamon said, nervously.
“Look! Look! They’re setting up… tents? Come on! Let’s go!”
Halima ran off towards the tents with Cinnamon trailing behind. Ducking behind a concrete barrier, she was startled as a tank drove through the street right in front of her. The tank was large, lumbering, and intimidating, the roar of its engines sending vibrations through her chest, the loud clinking of its tracks and the shaking of the ground as it made its way past.
Cinnamon cowered in fear as the large hunk of metal moved across the ground, its presence nearly traumatizing to the poor girl.
“Wow~!” Halima said, her eyes sparkling in admiration of the metal beast.
She watched as the tank slowly formed up with the rest of them, counting four total.
“Astaroth…Private Security…?” She asked herself, looking at the logo on the side of each vehicle. “Are these guys some kind of… private militia?”
“Hey uhhh… Hallie… I think we should go…”
Cinnamon tugged at Halima’s hand.
“Come on, let’s take a closer look!”
Halima took off, running towards the tanks as quickly as she could. They didn’t get far however, as she ran, she noticed the tank's turret starting to rotate. Soon finding herself on the wrong end of a tank cannon.
“You there! Freeze!” She heard from the tank, instantly freezing.
“Hands up! Right fucking now!”
Fearing the worst, Cinnamon and Halima froze, putting their hands up in the air. Doing their best not to move.
“Don’t you move a fucking inch.”
The two stood dead still, watching in horror as the mercenaries moved into cover around them.
Surrounding them.
“Well, well, well… what do we have here…?” Said a sadistic, mysterious voice.
A woman walked in front of them. The woman was drop dead gorgeous. She was extremely tall and fit, with short, slick white hair that had a bang obscuring one of her eyes. Wearing tan combat pants, a black tank top, and a tan combat vest.
Slowly, she walked around the pair, examining the two.
“Who the fuck are you?” She said, practically snarling at them.
“We-we’re just…. people!” Cinnamon nervously blurted out. “We-we don’t me-mean a-any harm!”
“Just people, huh?” The woman was now standing in front of Cinnamon.
Cinnamon was too scared to look up at her.
“Look at me.” She said, with her booming voice.
“O-ok-okay…”
Cinnamon thought the woman was terrifying, standing over six feet tall, she really had to look up to look into the woman’s eyes.
“You got any weapons on ya’?”
“N…no!”
The woman started patting her down.
“Good.”
Cinnamon could feel the woman’s gaze as she looked up and down her body, patting her thighs and everywhere a weapon could be hidden.
“Ah~!” Cinnamon squeaked in fear as the woman put her hand on her cheek.
“You’re a pretty one…”
“Th-thank… y-y-you…”
“Now for your friend…” She said, practically stomping over to Halima. “You, you got any weapons on ya’?”
“Of course not!”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” She replied, starting her pat down on Halima.
“Ow~!“ Halima blurted out, as the woman roughly patted the sides of her torso. Wriggling slightly as the woman patted up both her legs.
“Hmm…”
“Is s-something wrong…?”
The woman patted the top of her head, running her fingers through her hair. “You’re also a cute one…”
“O-oh! Uh…erm… thank you!”
“I’m Alcatraz, with Astaroth Security, don’t you girls know not to go running near military convoys?”
Halima shook her head. “I-I’m sorry! I was… I was just excited... I’ve never seen war before…”
Alcatraz shook her head, crossing her arms and facepalming.
“You can put your arms down… War isn’t anything to be excited about, kid.”
The girls followed the command, shaking their arms due to the soreness that had built up.
“Hmph… just run home.” She said, waving them off.
“O-okay!” Before Halima could answer, Cinnamon ran up and started dragging her away.
As the two girls ran off, Alcatraz chuckled deviously. “Hey Hijack…”
“Yes, Trazzy~?” One of the mercenaries said, standing up.
Alcatraz sighed deeply.
“Please don’t call me that… Follow those two home, we’re grabbing them later…” She said, smiling sadistically.
“Ehehe~ You’re a naughty girl, you know that?” Hijack replied, giggling.
“Oh, Oh I know…”
Cinnamon finally dragged Halima back to their home. Unfortunately, it became pretty clear that Halima had yet to learn her lesson.
“That…That was so cool! Did you see that? The tanks! The trucks! The guns! It’s like the movies!” Halima said, jumping up and down with excitement.
Cinnamon only facepalmed. “You’re hopeless…” She replied, shaking her head. “You do realize that they could have killed us, right?”
“I know, I know, but it’s all so surreal! I mean, a war?! In our country of all places!”
Halima walked over to her study desk, which was covered in model kits of old tanks, planes, and various other war-related memorabilia. She picked up one of the model tanks, inspecting her craftsmanship closely. She had always been fascinated with weapons, war, and adventure, having grown up in a relatively desolate part of Adahnistan, she craved more than what the desert had to offer.
“I know it’s probably not the best idea to go snooping around this stuff… but it’s something new!
Nothing new ever happens around here…” She said, putting the model down. Rather sadly, she sat down, looking at her desk. “Hey Cin… you think we’ll ever get out of here?”
Cinnamon walked over, resting her head on top of Halima’s and embracing her in a small hug.
“Hopefully, I wouldn't want to be stuck in the desert forever.”
Unbeknownst to them, their wish would be granted sooner and far more violently than they might’ve thought. While on their way home, they had been tailed by a few mercenaries, who were more than ready to kidnap a few “suspected spies.”
“SRF 2, SRF 1.” One of the mercs spoke into the radio.
-KSHT- “Go for SRF 2.” -KSHT-
“You tail them back to their place?”
-KSHT- “Yes indeedy, keeping watch over ‘em now.” -KSHT-
“Good, we’ll pick them up later tonight.”
The mercenaries patiently waited until nightfall. During the night, the town was quiet, the main markets had closed and some of the night markets had started running their business.
Though still quite busy, it was less intensive than the bustling and hectic marketplace that the day had to offer. The city streets were normally fairly empty, with a few vehicles here and there.
Unfortunately, the streets would see no peace tonight. The roar of military personnel carriers and tanks filled the night sky as the Astaroth security convoy prepared to move out, having patrolled through the day.
“SRF 2, SRF 1.”
-KSHT- “Go.” -KSHT-
“You all in position?”
“Yes, we’re ready to move in when you are.”
Two teams were ready to move into the apartment complex that Halima and Cinnamon stayed in. A four-stack at the front entrance and another four-stack rear.
“Alcon, move in on three…”
“One…”
“Two…”
“Three!”
Kicking open both doors, the two teams moved in, clearing each room.
“Ground floor, Clear.” Team one called over the radio.
“Copy, moving up.” Team two responded, reaching the stairwell.
As team two reached the second floor, they stacked up to the right and left of the door, using a small camera to check both sides.
“Hallway left, two closed doors. Hallway right, one door, no contacts in sight.”
“Clear it, target room is on the right. Do it quietly.” The team leader ordered.
The team split up, half going to the left and half going to the right, clearing the hallway in its entirety. With great care, they checked any lockers or any possible place that someone could hide.
“Clear, left.”
“Clear, right.”
With seemingly no threats, the team moved up in front of Cinnamon and Halima’s apartment door.
“Check the door.” The team leader said, quietly.
“Locked, your move Ma’am.”
“Pick it, we’ll secure these two quietly.”
“Copy that.”
In almost an instant, the mercenaries had managed to pick the lock on the door, a testament to their high level of skill and training.
“We ready to move in?”
With a nod from the squad member who had picked the door, the team leader gave the order.
Without wasting any time, the team moved in as quietly as they could, checking the entire apartment before reaching the bedroom.
“The two targets are more than likely in here.”
“Let’s grab them and go.”
Entering the bedroom, the team was more than ecstatic. The two girls were fast asleep, entirely unaware of the danger that lurked above them.
“Bag ‘em and let’s get out of here.”
In mere seconds, the team had restrained and blindfolded the two girls and were rapidly exfiltrating out of the building. As they exited, a Marauder APC vehicle moved in, the girls were promptly loaded into the back with the mercs, and they drove off into the night.
“Good job girls…” Alcatraz said, as she had been waiting inside of the APC for the team’s retrieval. “Let’s get these two back to base.”
Later in the night…
Fear.
The only thing that the two girls could feel at that moment. From peacefully going to sleep to being forcefully abducted and stuffed into the back of some kind of vehicle.
Halima was terrified, shaking and quivering in fear, she stayed silent. Unable to see or move, there wasn’t much she could do but hope. Her heart raced and her mind was full of questions, but she knew enough that panicking might irritate her captors. She did her best to keep calm. Shakily, she took deep breaths just to try and calm her heart down a tad. It helped, though not much, she could still feel her heart pounding as if it were trying to escape her chest.
As she continued to try and calm herself down, she did her best to listen in, just to get some kind of clue as to where she was, or more importantly, if her roommate and friend was safe.
Rather regrettably, she could hear Cinnamon’s soft whimpering.
“”They grabbed her too…” She thought to herself.
“We’re going to have lots of fun with you two~” She heard one of their captors say sadistically.
She could feel someone was standing in front of her, shuddering as she felt their hand start to brush down her cheek.
After what felt like hours, they finally reached their destination. Being pulled out of the vehicle, the two girls were terrified of what their fate would become. Halima felt herself being forcefully sat down in a chair, her arms and legs bound with zip ties to the chair. As the blindfold was removed, Halima looked around fearfully. Her friend was mere feet in front of her, bound to another chair. They were in a large room, seemingly an empty storage bay. Seemingly clean, but not well lit, with only a small lightbulb hanging from a wire and a circular window near the roof that let a little moonlight in.
“Cinnamon! Are you okay?” She said, trying to fight her restraints.
“I-I am definitely n-not okay!” She replied. “What do they want from us?”
“I…I don’t know…”
“Ehehe~ Just ask…” A voice came from across the room. Slowly, the woman walked forward, circling the two girls.
It was a mercenary, decently tall and fit but not overly muscular. She had long, light brown hair that was relatively unkempt. Wearing a black, form fitting top with a black robe around her waist split into three strips. Her back, relatively exposed, showed off what appeared to be a black g-string between a tidy set of butt cheeks. Overall, she was a rather good looking woman.
“W-why are we here?” Halima asked, nervously. “We didn’t… we didn’t do anything!”
“Is that so? Hmmm… then I guess there’s been a mistake, I’ll have them set you free.” The woman said, with a cheerful smile.
“R-really? Th-Thank God! I-I w-wa–” Before Cinnamon could finish, she was rudely interrupted.
“Of course not~ They always say that!” The woman said, playfully. “Come on… you don’t expect me to believe they brought you two here for nothing right~?”
The woman stood in front of Cinnamon, patting her head with a sweet smile. “I won’t be asking you any questions… they don’t want me doing that~” She continued walking around, continuously circling the two. “But! If you want my advice… when the boss gets here, be truthful~ Otherwise I might have to punish you~”
Neither of them quite liked the sound of that. What would they tell them? They most definitely weren’t spies, but how would they convince the mercenaries?
The three of them heard knocking coming from the door.
“Oh! Looks like the boss is here~” Happily, the woman skipped along to the door at the end of the room.
“Hey Trazzy~” She said, practically jumping onto and hugging Alcatraz.
Alcatraz sighed again, facepalming. “Hijack… I told you not to call me that…”
“Aww~ But I like calling you that~” She said, with a somewhat playful frown.
It was becoming clear to both Halima and Cinnamon that this “Hijack” girl definitely had a few screws loose.
As their captors walked over to them, Halima eavesdropped on their conversation.
“So, Hijack, you interrogate them yet?”
“Oh~ No, no, no~ I always wait for you~” She said, way too cheerfully.
Hijack’s cheerful nature, even in this setting, was very unsettling to almost everyone in the room.
“Good, well then… let’s begin…”
Alcatraz walked in between both girls, patting both of them on the head.
“We’ll start off easy… Names, now. You first~ She said, rubbing Cinnamon’s head.
“C-Cinnamon…”
“Huh… that’s a cute name…” Alcatraz wiped away a few of the tears from Cinnamon’s face with her thumb. “Don’t cry, it doesn’t suit cute ones like you~”
“Now… you~” She said, rubbing her thumb along Halima’s lips.
“Halima…”
“Ooh~ Pretty name… Now that that’s over with… Hijack, give Cinnamon here a warm welcome…”
“Ooh~ With pleasure~” Hijack walked over behind Cinnamon, slowly laying the chair she was bound to on its back so that Cinnamon was now looking straight up at the ceiling. “I hope it’s not too stinky for you~”
Hijack slowly lowered her butt down over Cinnamon’s face, rubbing it all over her face. Slowly and sensually, she started grinding her butthole into Cinnamon’s nose.
Cinnamon whimpered, wincing as her nose was assaulted with a sweaty pair of cheeks.
“How does it smell…?” She said, pausing for a moment.
Cinnamon gasped for air, the smell was horrible. It had been a considerable amount of time since Hijack had properly bathed. “Oh god… it’s so sweaty…” She thought to herself, as bits of sweat clung to her poor nose.
“Awww~ Trazzy, I think she likes it~” Hijack sat back down, putting even more weight on Cinnamon’s face to force her deeper.
Like smelling a fine cheese that had gone moldy, Cinnamon coughed as her nose was grinded deeper and deeper into the moist, sweaty cavern. She was suffering immensely, not from the smell alone, but also the sticky feeling that was Hijack’s buttcheeks, Cinnamon hated nothing more than things being sticky, especially her face.
“MMmmh!” Cinnamon’s muffled plea for help was left understood by everyone in the room for all except Hijack herself, who took this as an opportunity to torture her poor victim even more.
“What’s wrong, cutie? Oh~! You must find the g-string uncomfortable! Let me fix that~!” To Cinnamon’s dismay, Hijack moved up slightly and simply pulled the g-string aside. Now her brown pucker was in plain view, Cinnamon could swear she saw steam clouds rising from it from how musky it was. “Like what you see~? Some people pay good money for this kind of treatment you know~” She laughed playfully as she sat back down.
Hijack took great pleasure in torturing Cinnamon’s poor sense of smell, loving every minute of her misery. The thought of someone’s nose forcefully becoming one with her intestines, the warm breath on her pucker, that domination of a girl so cute…
Nothing felt better.
Meanwhile, Halima wriggled around in agony. Helplessly watching her poor friend getting sat on and shoved somewhere another person’s face definitely does not belong. She turned her head away so that she wouldn’t have to watch.
“Please..leave her alone!” She cried out. “She doesn’t deserve any of this!”
Alcatraz laughed. “You want to take her place…?”
As much as Halima didn’t want to suffer the same fate, it was her fault that they were there in the first place. “Y-yes…”
“Ha~! This girl wants to get sat on, ya’ll hear that everyone?” Alcatraz spoke loudly, announcing it to everyone in the room. The crowd of girls bursting out into laughter. Alcatraz walked up to Halima, leaning down and whispering into her ear. “Seeing you helplessly watch her is just as much of a turn on, honey~”
Halima felt two hands grab her head, forcing it in the direction of Cinnamon.
“Open your eyes before I open them for you.” Said a commanding voice.
Reluctantly, Halima opened her eyes.
“Ehehe~! Looks like things are about to get worse for you~” Hijack giggled.
“PFFRRT!” A loud, short, brassy fart came exploding out of Hijack’s pucker, the gas perfectly aimed at Cinnamon’s nose. “Oops~! Sorry that one just slipped out! Oh well…looks like I won’t be needing these any time soon!”
Before Cinnamon could even process what Hijack had meant, she found herself with Hijack’s presumably unwashed g-string shove in her mouth, her mouth now taped so that she would be unable to spit it out. She screamed into her makeshift gag, which was a mistake as she ended up choking on her own saliva mixed with Hijack’s sweat and other bodily fluids.
“Hope that tastes as good as it smells~! I almost never wash those~!” She said playfully, smiling while looking directly into Cinnamon’s eyes.
Cinnamon’s eyes bulged as she continued screaming into her gag, Hijack had definitely been truthful about never washing them, as she could taste practically the lingerie’s entire life in her mouth all at once. The stories of past farts, sharts, and countless sweaty patrols all mixed into a horrible flavor.
“I need to get in on this~!” Said another girl. Quickly, she sat down right behind Hijack, their backs facing each other, their butts hanging right around Cinnamon’s face.
“PFFRRRT!”
“BRRRRFFFAAAAP!”
The two girls let out absolutely two horrendous farts right into Cinnamon’s face. Wriggling around in pain, Cinnamon struggled to not throw up as the smell of the two girls' emissions combined into a mixture that she couldn’t fathom into words.
“Please! Let me take her place!” Halima said, struggling with her restraints and her captor’s hands holding her head.
“You want to take her place that badly?” Alcatraz said, laughing.
“Yes! Yes, please! She doesn’t deserve any of this!” Halima pleaded.
“Hmm… alright…” Alcatraz stood right in front of Halima, dropping her combat pants and her lingerie to the ground. “Show me how much you want to take her place.” She said, using her hands to part her cheeks.
Halima winced at the smell. “Do none of these women ever wipe or bathe?” She thought to herself. “What… What do you want me to do?”
“I want you…”
“Please don’t say what I think you’re going to say.” Halima thought.
“To kiss it…” Alcatraz looked back, looking at Halima's dismay at the action asked of her.
Halima didn’t want to smell, let alone kiss, this woman’s stinking pucker. She had never kissed anyone before, was she really going to lose her first kiss to a butthole? An ungodly vile one at that? Halima looked over, looking at the torture Cinnamon was going through.
“Mmmppphhh!?!” Cinnamon screamed into her gag.
Halima watched as there were now four women’s asses surrounding Cinnamon’s poor head. Each one ripping fart after another, never letting Cinnamon catch even a smidge of fresh air.
“Second thoughts, cutie~?” Alcatraz asked, wiggling her butt.
“I’ll- I’ll do it…” She said, her resolve giving her strength. Her first kiss didn’t matter, saving her best friend from further torture did. Slowly, she puckered her lips, leaning forward.
Suddenly, a hand stopped her head. “What are you, an amateur?” Alcatraz had stopped her from leaning in. “Kiss it properly, stick out your tongue.” She commanded.
Hesitantly, she slowly stuck out her tongue.
“Oh don’t tell me… this is priceless…. Is this your first kiss?” Alcatraz asked, laughing even more.
Halima only blushed, still sticking her tongue out.
“Hey everyone, get your phones out and record this!” She called out to everyone.
Halima watched in horror as the women surrounded her, even Hijack came to watch.
“At least Cinnamon is getting a break…” She thought to herself. She could see a countless amount of phones, all recording the taboo act she was about to perform on another woman.
“Look at this girl~” Alcatraz said, playfully. “She’s about to willingly give up her first kiss to my disgusting, unwashed asshole… Come on then, Don’t get shy now~”
Swallowing her last bit of pride, Halima dug her face into Alcatraz’s crack, her tongue digging deep into the soiled pucker. Simultaneously, she could hear all the women around them cheering.
“Oh my god, was that really her first kiss?”
“I can’t believe she did it!”
“What a dirty little buttslut~”
The murmurs in the crowd only added to the great shame that Halima could feel, but that didn’t matter now, Cinnamon would no longer have to endure any more torture.
“Mmph!” Halima squealed as she felt a hand run down the front of her pants.
“She really is a buttslut! Look! She’s soaking wet!”
The crowd burst into laughter, Halima could do nothing but blush in embarrassment.
“No!” She thought to herself. “I’m not a buttslut! I’m not into this!”
“She’s totally into this.” One of the women said, mischievously.
“Oh~! Is this a turn on for you?” Alcatraz teased. “Making out with my sloppy hole while your friend gets farted on? You’re a dirtier girl than I thought~”
Alcatraz moved forward, moving her butt away from Halima’s face. Pulling her pants back up, she turned towards Halima. “Well… you’ve definitely proved how much you love my butt and as promised, you’ll take Cinnamon’s place~”
Alcatraz snapped her fingers, but much to Halima’s surprise, the women didn’t surround her. Instead, they surrounded Cinnamon, placing what appeared to be a translucent, purple in color, box around her head. The box itself wasn’t super big, enough space for a human head but not much else, sitting at the top end of the box was…
A toilet seat.
Once the women had fitted the box around Cinnamon’s head, her face was directly under the toilet seat, if anyone sat on the seat, her face would be around maybe an inch or two away from their ass.
“What…what are you doing?!” Halima asked, feeling betrayed.
“Well… you said you wanted to take her place right?” Alcatraz laughed sadistically. “We were going to give her a break next but you so desperately wanted to take her place…”
“Wait… no! That’s not what I meant!”
“Too bad… we’re in control here, honey~!” Alcatraz smiled, looking back over at Hijack. “Let her have it, girls!”
Halima felt another pair of hands, grabbing her head and forcing her to look in Cinnamon’s direction yet again.
One woman dropped her pants, sitting down on the box. “Hope you enjoy~!” She said, ripping a loud brassy fart.
“PBBBRRRRRT!”
Cinnamon struggled, her head shaking around inside the box.
For over an hour, Halima could only watch as woman after woman sat down over Cinnamon’s face, each one introducing Cinnamon to a new flavor of gas.
Cinnamon was in the purest of agony, the smells all mixing together burning her nostrils, the heat from all farts made her eyes water, the speckles of fecal matter splattering on her face as seemingly every fart got wetter and wetter.
“Mmph~!” She cried into her gag, the thick, nasty gas overwhelming her senses.
Halima was horrified, watching as the translucent box built up with condensation from the warm, steamy farts, obscuring the view of her friend's face.
“W…-sob-...why…? Why are you doing this to us?” She pleaded towards Alcatraz.
Alcatraz only laughed, her sympathy for her victims had run dry long ago. “Why? Because we can. Because we enjoy it. Because we love forcing cute girls like you to smell our disgusting, unwashed bodies. Because…you…suffer…”
“PBRRRRRRAAAAP! -SPLAT-!”
“MMMMPPPHHH!!!” Cinnamon screamed uncontrollably into her gag as a small amount of liquid fecal matter splattered onto her face. The vile liquid seeping into her hair, her nose, and running down her skin.
“Oops~!” Hijack said, tapping her fingers on top of her head and sticking out her tongue in a cute manner. “Bleh. I think I pushed too hard~”
“Alright, alright. Give the poor girl a break before you suffocate her in ass, we still have lots more fun planned.” Alcatraz said, pulling the fart box off of Cinnamon.
Cinnamon huffed as much of the semi-fresh air, in the room, as she could. Desperately trying to get the smell out of her nose.
“Still want to take her place?” She asked Halima, the grin on her face unsettling the poor girl.
“Y…yes…please…”
“Okay… then drink this…”
Alcatraz pulled a vial from her pocket, holding it up to Halima’s mouth.
“What…what is it?” She asked.
“No questions, you want to take her place or not?”
“O-okay…”
As she put her lips around the vial, Alcatraz tipped her head back, allowing the bitter liquid to flow slowly into Halima’s mouth.
“Ergh…terrible…” She thought to herself as she slowly drank the mysterious fluid. To her dismay, she could see all the other women in the room cackling and giggling as she drank.
“What’s going on….?”
“Get them ready girls~” Alcatraz said, throwing the vial behind her.
“What…What are you- Ah!”
Without giving them a chance to even react, Halima was blindfolded. She could hear and feel the commotion as she was moved into some awkward position and her pants had been ripped off.
“Pew~ Wait, no- Ah!”
Halima couldn’t see, but she could hear that they were doing something to Cinnamon.
“What are you doing!? I-I drank the thing! Ple-”
“Shut up!” She heard Alcatraz command.
Obeying, she could continue to hear the struggle going on in the background. Suddenly, she felt something sticky surrounding her butthole, with something else being pushed up against it.
Pondering for a moment, she wondered what it was, until she felt the warm breath on her womanhood. “Oh god…” She thought to herself. “Please tell me it isn’t…”
It was.
When they pulled the blindfold off of her, Halima looked down in horror. She was still tied to the chair, albeit in a more awkward position, with her legs spread wide. Beneath her, Cinnamon was stuck, breathing in Halima’s musk.
“Cinnamon?! What did you–”
Not allowing her to finish, Hijack happily explained it to her.
“Isn’t this fun~?” She said, an all too cheerful grin on her face. “We’ve used some medical glue to fasten ol’ Cinnabuns here to your tight little pucker~”
“But that means…”
“Whatever you’re thinking is probably right~!” She said, tapping her hands on Halima’s stomach. “We were going to take that laxative and give it to her and have her force feed you~ but you still wanted so desperately to take her place~”
Halima did her best not to wriggle or move, as she felt that the slightest movement would cause her guts to let go. Which would fill Cinnamon’s mouth full of her bowel movement.
“Wait! Please, don’t make us do this!” She pleaded, trying to tug at what little humanity their captor’s might have had.
“Ehehe~ How long can you hold it?” Hijack giggled mischievously.
Obviously her cries were falling on deaf ears.
“Hrnngh….” Halima groaned as she could feel the laxatives doing their job. Her intestines building up with pressure, begging for release.
“Ci-Cinnamon… I… I don’t know how much longer I can… Oh god!”
“PBRRRRRTT!”
“SPLRRRRSSHHHP!”
Halima’s guts couldn’t hold on long at all, her body reacting poorly with the laxatives she had just consumed. Slowly and disgustingly, like an extremely thick sludge being freed from a lodged pipe, her excrement made its way into Cinnamon’s poor mouth. Halima’s asshole burned as she felt the spices of her exotic and lively diet exited her body, she didn’t even want to think about what Cinnamon was going through.
“MMMMPH! -Cough- -Hack-”
Mouthful after mouthful, Cinnamon’s throat worked desperately to push down the thick sludge so that she could breath. Rather regrettably, the rest of her body was trying to reject it, pushing it back up to no avail. Her throat and stomach fighting a very much losing battle as her stomach filled with more and more human slime. The taste was bitter, her body wretching with every pump that entered her mouth. The texture was even worse, like a combination of every substance known to man, large chunks of rotting matter, a glue-like paste, and grainy like sand.
Adding insult to injury.
The spice.
Halima had always loved spicy foods. Everyday, breakfast, lunch, and dinner, would always have to be doused in some type of spice enhancer. Cinnamon however, had never shared her best friend’s affection for heat, she was always too sensitive for it. That definitely didn’t help in their current situation. As the undigested capsaicin clung to the sides of Halima’s waste and to Cinnamon’s mouth and throat as it passed through.
Their captors had all fallen mostly silent, either masturbating to the sight they were witnessing, or watching and recording in awe as Halima was forced to defile her friend’s throat in the worst way possible.
“SPLORT~!”
“PBBBLLLRRRRRRT!”
For ten straight, agonizing minutes, Halima’s guts emptied themselves into Cinnamon’s mouth.
Not a single peep could be heard from either of them, the only sound filling the air was the crackling of the semi-solid waste flowing and the gurgling of the now broken Cinnamon.
Tears running down both of their faces.
Alcatraz finally broke the silence.
“Wow, you had a lot in you girly~” She said, patting Halima’s still gurgling stomach. Turning her attention to the now mind-broken Cinnamon, she nodded her head. “Poor girl, didn’t know what hit her…”
“Don’t worry.” She said, running a hand through Cinnamon’s ruined hair. “The glue will wear off in a little bit.”
Hijack and Alcatraz started walking away, leaving Cinnamon and Halima in their current predicament.
“You.” Alcatraz said, pointing towards one of the women. “You take first watch, we’ll do three hour rotations. Leave ‘em like this for now, plenty of fun to be had in the morning.”