By: SuperBeak
Across the pond, many rumors wafted through the air from ear to ear. Though much like a game of telephone, the words of one were oftentimes skewed from the voice they’d heard it from. As such, credible intel was hard to come by. Words of a new militia group, “terrorists” as most would call them, sprung up seemingly out of nowhere. No one knew who backed them, no one knew who founded them, but one thing was for sure, the rumors suggested that they were building up their forces rather steadily. If anything, those were the only consistent parts of any half truths and half lies the news preached as testament.
Adahnistan, was a relatively new country that had formed in the wake of many middle-eastern conflicts. Well, that’s what the papers said at least. In reality, Adahnistan had been around for quite some time, though the name was hidden as they had been occupied by one of the world’s superpowers for quite some time. Though no one wanted to publicly name the occupiers, the peculiar choice of French as the main language and the rapid upstart in french-like bakeries in the country could hardly be considered random. But they were long gone and the country was mostly left to fend for themselves. While there was a government in power, their hold over the country was… rocky to say the least, many analysts stated that a conflict to fill the power vacuum was inevitable.
No country wanted to get directly involved of course, international politics and relations as such. But that didn’t stop them from hiring proxy groups or PMC’s to do reconnaissance for them. One such PMC was Astaroth Security, a relatively new name in the field. Despite their name being quite green, they had quite an arsenal. Modern lodging, modern logistics equipment, infantry fighting vehicles and so on, all purchased in quite dubious arms deals from various military industrial complexes. They even had a small air force of their own, consisting mostly of hand me down french fighter jets.
This obviously caught the attention of any wannabe top gun ace, as relatively modern fighter aircraft were practically impossible to purchase on the open market. Any freshly winged aviator not fit for official armed service snatched up the opportunity to fly one like birds of prey.
One such raptor was a young girl, Kiyoko “Swift” Watanabe. She was young, around her mid-twenties, and was your typical tomboy. She had short black hair, a round perky face, a slim but decently endowed figure, so plain in fact that her most striking features were her eyes. She had eyes that were beautifully brown but… had a reddish hue to them. Some would even say her eyes were just red. This didn’t affect her eyesight at all but for whatever reason, it disqualified her from serving in her country’s air force. This was a horrible realization for her, as ever since she was a child, the sky was the only place she wanted to be. To soar above the clouds and experience that deep blue.
She was determined to get there.
So naturally, when the opportunity for her to get her wings and work for a PMC arose, she swooped it up like the raptor she was.
She was assigned to Astaroth Security’s newly formed “Blue Dragons” squadron. There were three of them to start. Their flight lead was a somewhat older gentleman named “Ren.” No one believed that that was his real name, but that’s all they knew about him. He didn’t like to talk much about his past, nor did he ever introduce himself as anything other than “Ren.” Her other wingman however, was more her type. Another young, eager raptor named Katherine “Kiki” Kyung. Only a year younger than Kiyoko, she was far more socially adept. During training, she and Kiki would often hangout afterwards. But that’s enough about her squad, today was the day she would finally be without the constraints of training rules and bubbles.
Today, she was going to fly.
…
“Tower, Swift, Callsign Dragon Three, ready for take off.”
“Copy Dragon Three, Tower. Cross taxiway alpha and hold short of runway three-one left, taxiway delta.”
“Crossing taxiway alpha and holding short of runway three-one left, Dragon Three copies.”
The Mirage V Fighter jet taxi’d from its staging point to just before the hold short lines of the closest and available runway. Kiyoko gripped her controls tightly, hardly able to control her excitement. After what felt like months of training, she was now on her first mission. Nothing too fancy, but a perfect mission to cut her teeth on. Her squadron was to conduct an armed reconnaissance patrol over the area, Ren and Kiki’s aircraft would be outfitted with missiles just in case but Kiyoko had the important role. Her aircraft was to be fitted with camera pods, to try and capture any images of suspected weapons depots that this new terrorist cell had.
Finally, the moment she was waiting for finally came.
“Dragon Two, Tower, clear for takeoff on runway three-one left.”
“Copy Tower, Dragon Three, taking off from runway three-one left.”
Slowly pushing the throttle forward and carefully pushing the rudders to steer, her Mirage V rumbled onto the runway. Kiyoko had never felt so alive, she could feel it in her heart. The need to fly and she could feel her aircraft’s readiness too, its engine howling as she throttled up more. Feeling the adrenaline pumping through her veins, she firewalled the throttle. Within a few seconds, she was airborne.
Climbing up in altitude, she formed up with her colleagues.
“Dragon flight, Dragon Three, Three is aboard.”
“Dragon Lead copies, good to see you, Swift.” Ren called over the radio, looking back to see the third aircraft now completing their formation.
“Dragon flight, go bearing three-three-zero.”
“Three-three-zero.” Kiki and Kiyoko replied in confirmation.
After about twenty minutes of flying the three-ship flight entered the AO.
Looking at his navigational screen, Ren called out to their nearest AWACS.
“Magic, Dragon One plus two, standby check in.”
…
“Magic 1-1 set, picture clean. Recommend Dragon continue.”
“Copy, Dragon continue.”
…
After that, everything remained quiet on comms for a few seconds, no one talking as they waited for further instructions.
“Dragon flight, turn bearing three-two-seven.”
“Three-two-seven.”
The air was tense, as much as Kiyoko wanted to daydream and look at the beautiful views around her, she knew she had a job to do. As they flew deeper into uncontrolled skies, who knew what could happen.
“Magic, Dragon, picture.”
“Dragon, Magic, picture clean.”
“Copy.”
For another few minutes, it seemed like the mission was going to go fairly smoothly. If the air remained uncontested, Kiyoko could simply fly through the zone, take her pictures and get out without truly needing any escorts.
But thankfully they were there…
“Dragon, Magic. Single group, two contacts, BRA zero-eight-eight for thirty at four thousand, hot.”
“Magic, Dragon Flight copies. Dragon One, Dragon Two, vector for intercept.”
“Dragon, Magic copies.”
Switching to their own comm channel, Ren radio’d Kiyoko.
“Swift, you got the recon on your own?”
Kiyoko got goosebumps all of sudden. With her escorts off to intercept whoever had decided to crash the party, she would now be carrying out the mission completely on her own. But, this was her job, and she was determined to complete it.
“I got it, Ren. Don’t worry about me.”
“Copy, we’ll keep you covered. We’ll scare this other flight off and rejoin on you. See you then.”
“See you.”
With that, her escorting aircraft turned off, leaving Kiyoko all on her own.
Despite the danger of being unescorted, there was one benefit to being all by herself. She was now free to sight see. Flipping her visor up, she flipped the autopilot on, allowing her to relax and pull out her pouched beverages.
Taking a sip, she looked around.
It was a lovely day. The sky was as blue as can be, barely a cloud in sight. From where she was sitting, she swore there was no better view. The great deserts and rocky mountains of Adahnistan were a beautiful sight on the ground, even more beautiful from up high. Kiyoko could see the buildings, tiny little squares sprawled all over the desert floor, as little specs scurried along. Cars, trucks, people, were all so seemingly small from her height.
“So far, so good.” She thought, switching on the camera pods.
“At this rate, I’ll be back befo–”
Before Kiyoko could even finish her thought, the distinct beep of her Mirage’s radar warning receiver (RWR) caught her attention. Looking down at her RWR screen, she could see that something off her nose was tracking her.
“Huh… a radar signal?”
Looking at her own radar screen, she had no radar contacts herself. No other aircraft were in her area.
“Magic, Dragon Three. I’ve got a spike. Picture?”
“Dragon Three, Magi, picture clean.”
“Copy, continuing.”
Flipping her visor back down, Kiyoko rather angrily put her pouched beverage back in her bag. She hadn’t even gotten a sip of it and now she’d have to deal with whatever was coming her way. Continuing to ingress into the operational zone, her RWR beeped again.
“Magic, Dragon Three. Receiving spike times two, picture?”
…
After a few tense moments, Magic finally spoke up.
“Dragon Three, Magic. Picture clean.”
…
After a few moments, the RWR made a much more concerning tone. Whatever it was that was tracking her, was now locking her. The shrill single ring of her RWR in her ear confirmed it. Looking down at her RWR, the icon it gave her was that of an old russian anti-air system, an SA-2. Despite its age, it would still be a lethal threat, especially to a novice pilot like herself.
…
And that’s when it happened, her RWR didn’t just repeat that same shrill ringing, it repeated it over and over again in a rhythmic pattern. Rather unfortunately, Kiyoko was trained to fear this tone.
The SA-2 fired at her.
Gripping her Mirage’s joystick, she immediately began to maneuver.
“Dragon Three, defending two!”
“Hnnggrgh!” Kiyoko strained, as she pulled her joystick towards her, rolling the aircraft into as tight a turn as she possibly could.
The shrill screech of her RWR rang out again.
“Dragon Three, defending two times two!”
“Kiyoko!” She heard, getting called out on her radio. “It’s Ren, we’ve got visual on you. Status?!”
For the third time, her RWR screamed again.
“Three! Hrnnghh…. D-defending! Defending two times three!”
“Kiyoko break left, now!”
Hearing her flight lead’s voice should’ve been comforting, but nothing could comfort her right now. Her heart raced as fast as her jet’s engine, the blood and adrenaline coursed through her veins, her hands shook as they gripped her joystick. With as much force as she could muster, she flung the stick left, forcing the aircraft into a hard roll.
“O-Ooohh s-shit!” She screamed, as the long telephone pole-like missile flew past, just meters away from her cockpit’s glass.
“Break right! Three, break right!”
Not even giving her the chance to breathe, the same missile warning alarm rang out again.
“T-t-three…! D-defending… defending two t-times f-four!” She cried out, her arms starting to fatigue horribly as the constant pressure from high G turn after high G turn began to take its toll on her body.
“Fifth one, break!” Kiki called out this time. The two escorts flew close enough to help spot but nowhere near close enough to draw any of the fire. Kiyoko was going to have to dodge every missile they fired at her, at least until she could egress out of bad guy land.
“Dragon Three, go east! Go east, now!”
“T–three! D-defen… God!”
Kiyoko could hardly even speak, as missile after missile came after her. Whoever these terrorists were, they wanted her dead. Relentlessly, they continued, the missiles rippling after her one by one. Should her RWR grow a throat, surely it would’ve been sore from just how much it was screaming time and time again.
She dared not look at the screen, knowing that it would just show icon after icon of missiles coming her way.
Kiyoko strained, huffing up whatever air she could as the exhaustion completely overtook her. By now she had dodged at least seven missiles and there was still no end in sight, everywhere she looked, the spine tingling sight of white smoke trails rising up from the ground struck fear into her heart. A heart that was beating faster than it should in any human.
“You’re getting low! Dragon three, pull up!”
Hearing this, Kiyoko realized she’d made a critical mistake.
In dodging all those missiles, she hadn’t kept an eye on her altitude. She had dropped to now just barely a thousand feet off the ground, with no speed left to kickstart her climb back up.
Firewalling the throttle, Kiyoko slammed her countermeasure button over and over again, just hoping, praying, that they would distract the incoming missiles just long enough for her to gain some speed again… but it was no use.
“D-dragon t-three!” She huffed. “D-defendi–”
With a loud bang and a flash of light, Kiyoko’s Mirage went up in smoke.
Seeing this, Kiki screamed as loud as she could, nearly deafening everyone else on their frequency.
“Dragon three, status!”
…
“Dragon three, status!”
…
“Dragon three!”
…
“Kiyoko!”
…
“Kiyoko!”
…
“Answer me! Please, Kiyoko!”
…
“Please!”
Without an answer, without hope, and without their friend… the rest of Dragon squadron turned back, heading towards home.
“Tonight on KVF News. This just in…tonight… a surveillance aircraft belonging to Astaroth Security was shot down over the Aviz region in Adahnistan. Adahnistanian officials are claiming that no Adahn Royal Guard forces were involved in the shootdown. This comes just after the Adahnistan government cried out for help, with the rise in a new terrorist group, calling themselves the ‘Adahn Liberation Army.’ Currently, not much is known about this cell and their whereabouts, nor is much known about their strength or capabilities. All we know is that they claim to have shot down that Astaroth Security aircraft, this has obviously angered the new private security company, as they claim that their aircraft was simply transiting from one area to another and had no armament whatsoever. Astaroth Security also has yet to release the name of the downed pilot, however they have extended their hand in prayer, hoping that the pilot is alive and safe…”
Hearing the familiar sound of a news broadcast, Kiyoko groaned.
“Ergh…” She winced, finally coming back into the world of consciousness.
Looking up, she would’ve jumped… if she could.
The room itself was somewhat dimly lit, with the brightest thing there being the tv. A small lamp sat on the other end, illuminating what little light it could as the bulb seemed only seconds away from burning out entirely. Next to it, was a table, which had a number of her personal belongings placed on it, including her flight helmet and mask, the breathing tube still connected to it.
She was restrained to a wooden chair, still wearing her flight suit. Surrounding her were a number of women, their eyes all fixated on a nearby tv. They were all fairly tall and fairly well toned. They were all also armed to the teeth, each one carrying an assault rifle of some kind and a pistol, holstered on one of their thighs. What was slightly less concerning, however, was their clothing… or rather lack thereof. Each woman was scantily clad, barely wearing any fabric at all. G-strings, a short crop top, combat boots and a hijab…? A rather… interesting choice of clothing. Counterintuitive, considering the purpose of the hijab was to cover up, yet they had the rest of their bodies out, practically on display.
Other than that, there wasn’t much else to observe… except for one thing.
The smell.
The whole place reeked of stale sweat and… something else. Eyeing up each woman, it didn’t take long to figure out why.
Each woman, with their bodies on display, had muscles gleaming with sweat… even in the dim light of the room.
“Eugh…” Kiyoko thought. “I don’t blame them… I guess… it is hot here..”
Paying attention to the tv now, she would’ve found it funny that an aspect of her life had finally made frontline news. But… now was not the time for laughs, she was in a foreign country, surrounded by presumably the terrorist cell that she was supposed to be surveying.
“Oooh~ Look who’s waking up~” A voice called out.
Kiyoko shivered, hearing footsteps coming from behind her.
“So… what do we have here…?” The voice said, coming around to the front of her.
Kiyoko didn’t even get the chance to look up. Grabbing her chin, the woman pulled Kiyoko’s face up towards her.
The woman was… slightly taller than the rest, a little older too. Her features were… even more accented as well. Her tan skin, her amber eyes, her authoritative attitude and posture. Most would’ve called her “drop dead gorgeous.”
“You gonna tell me your name, pilot?” The woman asked, looking Kiyoko dead in the eyes.
“K-Kiyoko…” She whimpered meagerly.
“Kiyoko, eh?” The woman snarled. “So… I’m sure I don’t need to tell you this… but just in case… my girls and I, we’re going to ask you some questions… got it?”
Kiyoko only nodded, not daring to speak as the woman’s authoritative voice struck fear into her.
“Answer truthfully, you won’t get hurt… you lie, well… you’re a pilot…. I’m sure you can figure that one out…”
Kiyoko gulped, the amount of danger she was in now being cemented by her captor’s words.
“You ready…?” She asked.
“Y-yes…” Kiyoko nodded, not wanting to anger her captors.
“Good… good…” The woman pulled up a chair, sitting right in front of Kiyoko with her legs crossed.
“So… Kiyoko, tell me…” She said, her posture seeming rather dismissive, despite asking what would’ve seemed like an important question. “What was your mission?”
“My m-mission…” Kiyoko stuttered, not wanting to disclose anything but knowing it would be wise not to withhold everything, for sake of being tortured or killed. “I… I was… conducting a… a uhh… a surveillance flight…”
“Hmmm… a surveillance flight…” The woman leaned forward, taking a bit more of an interest now. “And what exactly were you… surveying…?”
“I…I was supposed to… be surveying a uhmm… a terrorist cell…?”
The woman laughed. “Terrorists…? Is that what they’re calling us now?”
“Y-yes…?”
The woman laughed again, before using her foot to push up Kiyoko’s chin.
“So… okay then, I guess we’re ‘terrorists’ now.” The woman chuckled, making air quotes in a mocking manner. “Who do you work for…?”
“Umm… A-A-Astaroth… security…”
“Astaroth security… huh… never heard of ‘em.”
Kiyoko only shrugged, figuring that the less they knew about where she worked, the better.
“I guess you’ve shared enough… I suppose it’s my turn…”
The woman now sat normally, the terrorists were much more civil than Kiyoko had originally thought… though that didn’t ease her fear much.
“I’m Isla… and we are the Adahnistan Liberation Army… though I’m sure you knew that already…” Isla said, almost grandstanding in the way she spoke. “We’ve grown tired of both the East and West’s games… and we’re standing on our own now… and we’ve equally grown tired of them probing at us.” She proclaimed, poking Kiyoko on the forehead.
“Oh… umm…that’s… brave?” Kiyoko said, unsure of how to respond.
“Thank you, dear…” Isla suddenly got much closer to Kiyoko, eyeing up both her body and her face. “Such a shame… you’re much too pretty torture… but, we can’t allow outsiders to probe without punishment, can we girls?” She said, looking at the others.
“P-punishment…?”
“Yes, punishment~” Isla sang, her voice all too cheery for comfort. “You didn’t think we’d just let you go, did you~?”
“I… I mean… I guess…?”
Isla only chuckled, getting up close and personal to the quivering pilot.
“Oh, Kiyoko~” Isla shook her head. “As pretty as you are naive… Let’s have some fun shall we?”
“F-Fun..? What do you me–MMPH!”
Without so much as a warning, Kiyoko found herself being thrusted face first into… an ass? Definitely an ass, now Kiyoko hadn’t smelled much ass to date nor had many shoved in her face, but considering the way the flesh of those cheeks felt on her face’s cheeks, the thin fabric rubbing against the tip of her nose, and above all else… the smell… It wouldn’t take anyone too long to figure out.
“Get a good whiff~” Isla commanded, tightening her grip on Kiyoko’s head.
Kiyoko refrained from breathing as much as she could. Either way was going to be painful, if she breathed by nose, she’d practically be huffing her captor’s asshole, should she breathe by mouth instead, she’d be tasting it.
So against her better judgment…
“-sniff- HRK!”
Kiyoko gagged, bewildered that it only took one small sniff.
“I’ve been working and running around all day, in this heat~” Isla teased, rubbing her panty-clad posterior against Kiyoko’s face. “Haven’t been able to shower or even wipe properly in… oh, I haven’t really kept track… I’d say sorry but… I’m not~”
“Sniff now, little pilot~”
“-sniff- HLG!”
“What’s wrong, little pilot~?” She laughed, wiggling her ass in Kiyoko’s face. “Can’t handle it~?”
Isla let go of Kiyoko’s head, to which the young pilot immediately jerked back, taking a breath of still stale, but much less tainted air.
“-gasp-!” Kiyoko gasped and coughed for a moment. “G-God… I… Why?”
“Why, what~?”
Shaking her head, Kiyoko looked up.
“W-why… did you do that…? I…I answered your questions…!”
This little outburst only resulted in laughter erupting from the various women around the room.
“Oh, poor little pilot~ We’re going to have lots of fun with you~”
Faster than Kiyoko could think, Isla snapped her fingers and in a flash… Kiyoko was now surrounded by the G-string clad asses of all the women in the room.
“W-w-wai–MMMPGHMGH!”
Kiyoko was suddenly and rapidly introduced into the smorgasbord of ass that the ALA had to offer. Anywhere and everywhere Kiyoko was able to look, with her head being jerked and pulled and grabbed and what have you, she was welcomed to the sight of ass. While at first glance, it would’ve seemed like any teenage boy and some teenage girl’s dream situation, this was far from it. Rather than being presented with ass, Kiyoko was rather forcefully introduced to each and every one… and the different smells that they harbored.
Some would’ve enjoyed this kind of treatment, an endless buffet of ass to sniff. Some self-proclaimed connoisseurs would even appreciate and describe each different “flavor” as if they were comparing different wines exotic wines but Kiyoko… definitely didn’t appreciate it. If there were any words Kiyoko could use to describe it, they’d be: “Sticky” and “Stinky.”
It became very apparent early on that the women hadn’t used the shower much if at all in the past… who knows how long. Combined with the sweltering heat and surprising humidity for a desert, it was a recipe for horrid concoctions of body odor. Topped off by the fact that these women were in a militia or terrorist group of some kind, needing to patrol areas or walk through the town, run from a drone strike, or some other militia duty that required them to work very hard for extended periods of time. Kiyoko could practically smell how each of their days went, cringing as their moist, slimy cheeks slid across her face, their buttholes and sweat-soaked g-strings rubbing into her nostrils.
Each brief respite of air she got in between getting introduced to another asscrack, was filled with another flavor of body odor. Over and over again, without remorse and without mercy, Kiyoko was shoved and shoved face first into ass after ass. They weren’t even making her sniff, nor were they giving her the chance to breathe at all. Every second they had their hands on her, she was face deep into an asscrack.
It really didn’t take long for the inevitable to happen.
…
Groggily, Kiyoko woke up yet again still dazed from what had just happened, her mind still flashing images of an endless sea of butts swallowing her face whole.
Though something was slightly off about this time, something surrounded her head… Not butts but something familiar…
Her flight helmet.
Kiyoko would’ve almost sighed in relief, believing that she had indeed been shot down but was just in her crashed jet, having woken up from a weird, shock induced dream. But… sadly, that wasn’t the case, as one big thing gave it away…
The lingering smell of stale sweat.
Even in her flight mask, she could smell it. Though for some reason, it didn’t seem to be very “lingering” as the stench of salty sweat was unbelievably potent and only seemed to be getting more so.
Looking up, it seemed the source was much closer than she found comfortable.
She was indeed wearing her flight mask, breathing apparatus and everything, it even had the oxygen tube still attached… But… where the oxygen tube led, wasn’t the oxygen tanks or an aircraft… instead the tube was lifted up and fastened to a wooden post… at the top of which laid a sign.
“FARTS HERE” With an arrow pointing down towards the tube’s opening. Standing just next to that, was an already eager Isla, ready to give Kiyoko another helping of torture.
“Finally awake now, are we~” She said, her voice just as teasing as before. “My girls did a number on you, didn’t they~ I’m sure you had a blast, being introduced to all those glorious, sweaty butts~.”
Kiyoko tried to respond but found that her mouth was forced open.
“Hwuaa…?”
“Oh, sorry~” Isla winked. “For this next part, we wanted you to taste as well as smell… and what better way to have you do that, than to make you wear your own flight mask~”
Isla positioned her ass right in front of the oxygen tube, spreading her cheeks with both hands.
“I hope you like curry, little pilot~”
Kiyoko would’ve stood up but before she could even tug at her restraints…
“PBBBRRRPT!”
A loud fart erupted from Isla’s butthole, echoing into the tube. Kiyoko shuddered, the smell hadn’t quite gotten to her yet but she felt the vibrations of it ripple throughout the breathing tube and onto her face. Fruitlessly, Kiyoko strained backwards, hoping to somehow break the seal between the mask and her face, but unfortunately, the mask did its job. Gripping her face, it didn’t let loose in the slightest bit, allowing the full force of Isla’s hot curry fart to enter her mouth and nostrils once it made its journey.
“HRK!”
Isla could only laugh at Kiyoko’s muffled suffering, each cough and gag giving Isla the satisfaction she craved. She loved torture, she loved to torture, but… she wasn’t in the state she wanted to be in to really take advantage of Kiyoko’s vulnerable, sensitive sense of smell.
“How was that one~?” She asked, walking up to the restrained pilot. “Taste and smell good?”
Grabbing the pilot’s head, she forced her to look up. Behind the tinted visor, Kiyoko’s eyes were shut tight with tears running down the side of her face.
“Ehehe~ Good answer~” She chuckled. “Have fun girls, not too much though, once I get back… it’s my turn again~”
With Isla leaving, the other girls now came into view. Like a pack of hungry hyena’s they soon pounced on the helpless pilot once more. An all too familiar sea of sweaty, moist butts welcomed Kiyoko’s eyesight as soon as she opened them again.
Thankfully, her mask stopped them from shoving her face into them this time… but that didn’t stop some.
Kiyoko rolled her eyes, which luckily went unnoticed thanks to the tinted glass of her helmet, as two fat asses smeared their ass sweat all over the front of it. The two women giggled, enjoying the cool glass against their warm, sweaty ass cheeks.
“You’d better enjoy us~” One of them said,
“Yeah, you’d better~” The other joined in. “The boss gets real sweaty on patrols~ Way worse than we ever could~”
“Second only to Zahra~” Another giggled.
“Zahra?” Kiyko thought, though she didn’t care much to find out more.
Kiyoko rolled her eyes, luckily the women were too busy applying their butt imprints onto the glass of her helmet to notice. And thanks to her mask, she wouldn’t be smelling them this time, at least until their attention got diverted to her breathing tube… Which unfortunately, happened much sooner than she would’ve liked.
One particularly sweaty lady, waltzed up to the end of the breathing tube, giggling maniacally.
Instantly, Kiyoko was met with one of the most horrid stenches of body odor and sweat she’d ever had the misfortune of experiencing. It was… indescribable, the stale sweat had a very strong onion-ish type of smell, as if it had been half cooked and then left out to rot. The body odor, normally greatly influenced by the sweat, had been greatly influenced by… another bodily fluid. Unfortunately for Kiyoko, this particular lady suffered from an astronomically bad case of irritable bowel syndrome, her wastes and dumps were bad enough to clog toilets and the lingering stench which stuck to her hole was enough to cause paint to peel.
To add insult to injury, because clearly she hadn’t suffered enough yet, the lady had also just come from the bathroom, her asshole still steaming with the warm remnants of a piping hot bowel movement.
Clearly it was the remnants of… something spicy. Kiyoko’s nostrils burned from both the heat and smell, digested and disgusting remnants of capsaicin trapped in the mask, with only one other place to go, inside of her. Either way would be a downfall, should she breathe in through her nose she’d smell it, were she to use her mouth, she’d taste it. . Without much other option, knowing that the woman wouldn’t move anytime soon, she took a breath in.
“GLG! -cough- HACK!”
It seems that it didn’t matter which way she took a breath in, the stench was so thick that it still permeated into her mouth. The capsaicin and remnants of shit particles stuck to the inner walls of her throat, every exhale a painful blend of bitterness and spice, every inhale only serving to exacerbate the problem.
There was nothing she could do but breathe and keep breathing, if she wanted to survive, she’d have to keep huffing this woman’s asshole through her own flight mask, at least, until whatever the woman decided would be her fate next.
PBBRRRRRRPPPPTT!
With the introduction of yet another mouth and nostril burning ass blast, Kiyoko coughed. If she were stupid, she’d have screamed into the mask. But she was tough, her training kept her from making such mistakes. Determined, she did her best to remain calm, despite her growing pain and discomfort.
“Oops~ That one slipped out~” The woman laughed. “You don’t mind, right~?” She asked sarcastically.
PFFFRRPT!
“I’m sure she doesn’t mind, look at her squirm~ Clearly she likes it~” One of the others teased, rubbing Kiyoko’s butt.
“Ahn~!” Kiyoko moaned, feeling pain suddenly lash across her cheeks.
“HRK! GLK!” The moan caused her to breathe in, letting even more of the woman’s musk and remnants of fart be sucked into her throat.
“Did she just…?”
“She just… she really just…”
“Oh… oh my god… she did…”
Giggling, one of the women spanked Kiyoko again. Though this time, she held it in…
Kiyoko was indeed a bit of a masochist. Ever since her time at the academy, she had regular “rendezvous” with some of her other female classmates for various nights of passion resulting in quite a few good times and a lot of fond memories. This situation however, was something else… There was no passion, at least from her, and there was certainly little pleasure to be had… At least that’s what Kiyoko thought.
“Oh~ Is the little pilot shy~?” The woman teased, cupping Kiyoko’s rear cheeks. “We’ll help you with that~”
In the blink of an eye, Kiyoko’s flight suit was completely removed, leaving her body mostly exposed apart from her fairly conservative undergarments.
“Ooh… oh no no no~ These won’t do at all~”
The woman bit Kiyoko’s panties, pulling them tight until they snapped.
“Uuuwaah!” Kiyoko yelped, the sudden warmth of a finger sending shivers up her spine.
“Oooh~ Such a cute little pussy you’ve got~” She said, admiring Kiyoko’s well kept womanhood. “You girls have fun… I’m gonna taste this one~”
Suddenly, Kiyoko felt something warm and moist sliding along her clit. Straining, she bit her lip, doing her best not to moan… but she couldn’t help it. Very unfortunately for her, the women in this group were very, very promiscuous. Each and every one of them was well versed in the art of pleasuring a woman, whether that was from constant “practice” on each other or their experience came from a chapter long past in each of their lives, they knew just how to please a lady.
“mmmnn….” She moaned quietly, doing her best to hold it in.
“Don’t hide it, little pilot~ We know you’re enjoying this~”
“Hnhhggmm…”
Try as she might, they were right. Each warm, moist lick sent a shiver of pleasure up Kiyoko’s spine. Without the baggy flight suit, she was easy to read, and they could see each and every one of her micro-buckles and shivers as the pleasure rippled throughout her body. Despite the intense smell still invading her nostrils, she was turned on.
“PBBBRRPT!”
“HRLGK!” Kiyoko gagged again, tasting and smelling the horrid, spicy gas as it flowed through her mask once more.
“PBBRRRLPT!”
“PFRBLPT!”
“GLRG! -cough-”
“PFFFFFFRRRRRPT!”
“HRPHHHT!”
“PFRTP!”
The woman was relentless, despite her already horrific hygiene, her farts were somehow progressively getting worse by the second. Each and everyone flowed through the tube and into her mouth and nose. As the licking of her womanhood brought her great pleasure, she found herself moaning followed up by a gag as she’d had to breathe in to recover, the woman eating her out was a true master at keeping her on the edge. Each spank she received brought her to the very tip, but the woman would slow down her licking just enough to stop Kiyoko from going over the top. A cruel but pleasurable situation that Kiyoko would have loved… under very different circumstances.
But for now and the foreseeable future, this was to be her fate, eaten out while eating farts… and there were plenty of farts to be had. As the woman with the horrid body odor ran empty, there were no shortage of women to take her place and as the woman eating her out grew tired, the same thing applied. An endless gangbang of pleasure and torture ensued, ensuring Kiyoko would stay on the edge in a stank environment.
“PFFFRRRPT!”
“BLORPT!”
“FRRRPLPLPLT!
“Ah–UHURK!” Kiyoko’s moan interrupted by a gag as yet another woman farted into her tube.
“OooOooh~ That one tasted good, didn’t it… little pilot~?” One of the women laughed, wiggling her ass into the tube. “Plenty more for you~”
“BRRRRRTTT~T!”
“BFFRRPPPT!”
Another few hours came and went in a flash, with Kiyoko experiencing so much more “sex” than what she'd experienced at the academy. Some women groped her, some women licked her in various places not limited to her butthole or her womanhood, others fingered her, some spanked her, but the one thing that remained constant was the farts… But even those had variety to them, Kiyoko had been exposed to so many at this point that she could sorta tell the differences between them. Some were more wet, others were dry, some meaty, some hotter than others, some spicy… all differences that Kiyoko gagged at without fail.
But none of it, none of it could compare to the humiliation that she was feeling…
Here she was… a pilot, a fighter pilot… what was supposed to be a prestigious role, something that lets people know you’re a maverick, one of the chosen few…
And she was degraded into nothing but an ass fume huffing and fart sucking toy for these women…
But… Kiyoko wouldn’t even be afforded the luxury of finishing her thought…
“Looks like you girls have had quite the day~” A voice rang out, the sound of a door opening playing alongside.
Kiyoko shuddered just hearing the voice. Even though she had a good feeling of who it was, by now, she couldn’t even see her, the constant influx of gas into her mask had broken the seal and some of it leaked out, causing condensation to build up on the inside of her visor, leaving her totally and utterly blind.
She shuddered again, feeling someone grabbing her chin.
“Hello Kiyoko~” The much more domineering woman said. “Did you miss me~?”
It was unmistakably… Isla, the group's leader, who’s backside Kiyoko had been formally introduced to a few hours prior.
Kiyoko gave no answer, fearing what repercussions might come about her should she answer either positively or negatively.
“No need to be shy, Kiyoko~” Isla said, patting her helmet. “I worked up a good sweat, just for you~”
Isla walked up to the tube. Giggling, the rest shuffled to the side, eager to see what their leader had in store for their new toy.
“Uuhgh…hlk…”
“Awww~ What’s the matter? Sweat got your tongue~?”
Even though Isla was joking, it was true, the intensified smell of fresh sweat emanating from Isla’s rear was what caused her immediate bodily reaction. Isla was steaming with sweat, so much so that it behaved like a thick fog. Small, moist particles filled up the tube, slowly traveling up to Kiyoko’s mask. Unfortunately it was designed in such a way that, due to her forced open mouth, the condensation would collect at a point inside it and drip slowly into her mouth.
Each drip made her shudder, the combined clump of ex-bodily salt and other human slime along with it was too much to bear. However, in at least one stroke of luck, the taste dissipated quickly… only in time for the next drop of sweat.
“Ehehe~ I see… even spending all day with the girls hasn’t prepared you for me, has it?”
Kiyoko didn’t respond, she couldn’t respond, every breath she took just let in more and more of thick bodily mist. Each breath triggered a gag.
Isla and the rest reveled in Kiyoko’s suffering, giggling and snickering to themselves.
“No worries… you’ll get well acquainted soon enough~”
“PFFRRRRRRRRRRRPT!”
“Uhhurgk!” Kiyoko gagged, Isla’s gas wasn’t just smellier than the others, it was thicker too, triggering her gag reflex as the thick smog coiled around her uvula.
“Oh don’t be so dramatic~” Isla laughed. “It’s not thaaaat bad~”
“That bad” it was, however. The gas that Isla had to give wasn’t just smellier and thicker, but the smell also liked to linger and stick. What would’ve taken only a few inhalations for the smell to dissipate took… far longer, with the smell and taste lingering within Kiyoko’s sinuses and lungs.
“Urghk…Uhurgk!” She coughed, gagging as she felt Isla’s lingering gas be coughed up out of her lungs only to be sucked back in.
“PFRRPT! PFFRRRRPT! BLORPFFT!”
Another multi-round burst of gas ripped through the tube, hitting Kiyoko’s face and forcefully entering her mouth and throat.
“Urggh… ULGK!” Kiyoko moaned, gagging as the intense flavor of post-intestine meat gas burned her nose and throat.
“Oooh~ I’ve been holding these in all day… just for you, little pilot~”
“BRRRRPT!”
“FLRRRRRRPHHP!”
“BFRPT!”
Isla was relentless, more so than the others. With the others, Kiyoko at the very least got a bit of a break every now and then whilst the women waited for gas to build up again within them and she’d only have to huff musk. But it was apparent that Isla was different, she had indeed been holding in her gas all day, letting it all out now into Kiyoko’s mask.
“BRRRPT!”
“PFFFLRRPT!”
“FRRRRRPT!”
“BLORP!”
Endlessly, Isla gassed and gassed the poor pilot. Neverending, never letting her rest, never letting her catch a breath, unless it was farts. For thirty agonizing minutes, Kiyoko knew nothing but what Isla had for lunch the days prior, as the thick, moist, warm gas flowed through her fetid guts and filled up Kiyoko’s mask. Despite the murky and moist conditions, the high quality of her mask held true, with its airtight seal refusing to break even against constant pressurizations from Isla’s ass blasts. This caused mixed feelings for the pilot, not only was she glad to see that her flight equipment– despite its well worn nature, was of high quality, she was also horrified that it meant that any gas coming in would only have one place to get filtered through… her.
“PFFFRRRRRPT!”
She was going to be this woman’s fart filter until she saw fit to stop… but luckily… and unluckily… it seemed that Isla’s guts were finally running out.
“FRRPT!”
“BLORPT!”
With only a few final gusts, Isla rubbed her stomach.
“Whew… had more in me than I thought…” She sighed, relieved that her bloated guts had been depressurized.
“I hope you enjoyed all of that, little pilot~” Isla laughed, moving away from the tube. “Because I can assure you… you won’t be enjoying what happens next… or maybe you will, who knows what goes on in that pretty little head of yours~”
Kiyoko gasped as she felt the airtight seal finally release, freeing her from what felt like hours of a brutal assault on her senses. Like a drug deprived addict, she huffed as much… relatively… clean air as she could, much to the entertainment of all her bystanders.
“Grab our new friend, girls~” Isla commanded, smiling an all too wicked smile. “Let’s get her acquainted with Zahra…”
With a loud clunk, the chains holding her fell to the ground… as did she. Her aching muscles finally soothed as the ground beneath her took her weight. It was but a short moment of relief, as soon she found herself carried again, dragged away to what was surely another chamber of torture. She tried to object… but the ring gag still hadn’t been removed, a large goblet of drool dripped out and onto the floor as she was dragged along.
With movement too swift and chaotic for her to observe her surroundings, she found herself suddenly blindsided by the light of day, far removed from the dimly lit room she’d been kept in prior. As her eyes finally adjusted to the sudden change in brightness, she could see that the building they were in was rather rundown, with some holes in the outer walls, exposed and corroded rebar protruding out from the sandstone construction. At the corner of the building– or rather the lack thereof, was yet another woman… another terrorist no doubt, though this one had her eyes trained through the scope of a sniper rifle, looking out at the city below. She too, was dressed like the others, her clothing consisting of practically nothing at all, just a crop top, not even undergarments.
“Oh Zahra~” Isla called out. “We’ve got a gift for youuu~”
Zahra didn’t even look back, just acknowledging the other women’s presence.
“What’s up, commander?” She asked. “A gift? For me?”
“Of course, my favorite sniper~”
Zahra still barely reacted, her eyes too trained on the task she was assigned to.
“What is it? And what’s it for?” She asked.
“Well… you’ve been complaining about how this sniping post and job always has you constipated… like really, really constipated…”
Kiyoko shivered, an inkling of what she was about to be subjected to crept its way into the back of her head. Surely, they weren’t going to make her lick another woman’s ass, were they?
“Since your comfort is very important to me… we brought you some relief~” She said, waving to the girls to bring Kiyoko closer.
“Kiyoko, Zahra… Zahra, Kiyoko.”
For once since the moment they’d met, Zahra turned away from her scope. Her eyes darted around Kiyoko’s fairly exposed body a little too judgmentally for comfort.
“Hmph… she looks a little skinny to me… her tongue any good?”
Isla smirked, her eyes meeting Kiyoko’s. “Dunno~” She said, slyly. “We wanted to let you be the first judge… considering your condition~”
“Huh… okay…” Zahra said indifferently. “Hook her up whenever then…”
Isla clapped her hands together, smiling that same sly smile.
“Ready for your next job, little pilot~?”
Kiyoko looked up at her, shaking her head “no” as fast as she could.
“Ohhh… don’t be afraid, little pilot… let’s get you fastened up and then we’ll tell you all about your job for now~”
Kiyoko shivered in fear, watching the women lift up Zahra’s legs, placing leather belts where her waist met the ground and laying them out, the sniper completely unfazed by these movements. Kiyoko wished she was naive enough to not realize what they were about to do, but she wasn’t… She knew exactly what they were going to do to her.
Mustering up whatever energy her body still possessed, she writhed, kicking and yanking, doing anything to try to break her arms free of her captors’ grasp.
Though at this point, nothing was going to save her. Her captors’ strength far outmatched hers, she was greatly outnumbered, and her fate had long been sealed. As much as she’d hoped that someone would come save her, given the fragile state of “peace” the current region of the world maintained, no one was coming.
Fearfully, she watched as one of the women spread Zahra’s cheeks… With this, time practically froze for the poor girl, her eyes worked a little too well. She could see every single follicle of Zahra’s butthole; the hairs, the folds of skin and… the specks of dried up… waste… If Isla’s ass was bad… Zahra’s was on a whole new level. She could smell it from feet away… and unfortunately that distance was decreasing…
Zahra’s ass was large, like two mounds of jello completely full of plump ass fat, though her body seemed fit and very well maintained. If it weren’t for her lack of hygiene… Kiyoko might’ve considered this a dream come true… but at this point, this was a nightmare from which she prayed she’d be waking up from… but unfortunately, the horror was very real.
The mating of her face to those woman’s cheeks was christened with a loud squelch. Kiyoko cringed and writhed in agony, the smell rapidly invading her respiratory system was one of old and rotten spicy curry, milk, cheese, eggs and more that she would rather not try to point out. Even more horrifying, the new, much brighter light painted a clearer picture for Kiyoko’s eyes to appraise. Though the smell was more intense than any of the women prior, it wasn’t her nose cuddled up in Zahra’s asshole… rather the ring gag and her mouth… hovered nanometers away from the dark opening.
Her fate was sealed.
The feeling of leather straps wrapping around her head and the unmistakable clink of metal buckles cemented that overbearing feeling of doom harbored within her.
“So… now that we’ve got you buckled in…” Isla’s voice was now very, very sly… she had definitely planned this all along. “You see, little pilot… Zahra here has a very… unique… condition… she gets very… very constipated… and when she does, which is often, there’s only one thing that seems to help clear her up…”
“P-please… don’t say it…” Kiyoko knew in her heart, based on her experiences just prior, what they wanted her to do… but she hoped that, for once, she’d be wrong. Though it was a little late for that.
“Tongue~”
“Oh God… w-why…” Kiyoko thought to herself. Shuddering, Kiyoko cringed, the smell of their butts had already been torture enough and Zahra’s ass was no different, worse even. Being tasked with licking it? Tasting it? That was a whole new level of pain entirely.
“Hey… I feel a big one jammed up in there, so get licking… otherwise I won’t let you go whenever it’s finally loosened up.” The sniper muttered, slapping Kiyoko on the back of the head.
Kiyoko’s face flushed a shade of dark green, feeling sick to her stomach from just the lingering stench. The poor girl quaked as she layed, her tongue quivering, every fiber of her being screaming at her not to do this… But without much other choice and seemingly no one coming to rescue her anytime soon, she complied with her captor’s orders.
“Ooh~” Zahra moaned, feeling the warm, moist licks across and around her asshole. “She’s finally starting.”
“Gurhk…Guuhurghk!” Kiyoko gagged, her body desperately attempting to jerk her head back away from her current source of suffering to no effect.
“Stop whining.”
Kiyoko couldn’t stop whining, however. Her tongue ran across the wrinkled folds of Zahra’s pucker, feeling all the gritty bits of dried up… what Kiyoko hoped was toilet paper and dried up skin.
Struggling, she kept trying to pull herself back, though not of her own accord. She knew that she had to try and keep her captors happy, hoping they wouldn’t take things further. Despite this guttural feeling of an even worse fate befitting her, her body continued resisting.
“Ugh… someone stop her moving…” Zahra said in annoyance. “She’s screwing up my focus.”
“Okay~” Isla replied, all too happily.
In the blink of an eye, Kiyoko felt the weight of someone else resting on the back of her head, now forcing her deeper into Zahra’s ass than she had thought possible… any further and her head would be inside of Zahra’s guts.
Of course, it was Isla. She had taken the liberty of ensuring that the poor little pilot couldn’t back up any further… with her butt.
Once again, Kiyoko was trapped in a perpetual sandwich of butt fat, her nose now wedged deeply into Zahra’s asscrack. The poor girl could only wince, as whatever miniscule amount of air she could breathe was moist with fresh, constantly cycling sweat as the sun beat down on Zahra’s rear end.
“Ugh…” Kiyoko thought to herself. A thousand showers wouldn’t be able to get this stink off of her or out of her hair.
“Get back to licking.”
Dragging her tongue across the folds of Zahra’s pucker again, resulted in almost the same reaction. But… this time, she couldn’t recoil her tongue out even the slightest bit, her head held in place by another smelly, sweaty butt.
“Come on, stick your tongue inside it…” Zahra said, rubbing her stomach a little bit. “Eulgh… I feel so bloated.”
Kiyoko cringed, she could already feel the once dry, flaky bits of dried up waste starting to melt onto her tongue as it rolled across the surface. In no world, in no dimension, in no state of being, did she ever want to stick her tongue inside any butthole, nevertheless this woman with her horrid hygiene. But there was no other option, lest she wanted her current state of treatment to get any worse.
She jammed her tongue in quickly, hoping the suddenness might speed up the process. And while it did speed up the process, it only exacerbated Kiyoko’s suffering even more as—
“PFRRKLPRRRRRPLPLPSPLRMPHT!”
“GUHURRK! BLGHK! GUHURLGHK!” Kiyoko gagged immediately, as an eruption of wet gut mud puffed out her cheeks, with solid little chunks coating her mouth, tongue, and throat.
“Oomf~” Zahra moaned a little, biting her lip. “Looks like you hit a good spot there, Kiyoko… keep doing it~”
Unapologetically, Zahra shifted just a little bit, making sure that Kiyoko could more easily lick in and around the spot that made her shart just moments ago.
With a massive hit to her pride and a heavy feeling of impending doom building in her heart, Kiyoko kept licking… now completely coming to terms with her now hopeless situation.
She was a rookie pilot, who had just joined the PMC mere months ago. Surely, she wasn’t worth much to them… not enough to go risking another aircraft or any more man power looking for her. This was her current situation and she’d just have to hold out until someone, maybe another country or another, came to clear up the terrorist mess… however long that took.
“PFFRRRRRRRRLPLPLPT!”
Another horrifically wet fart echoed as the intestinal fluid sputtered out into Kiyoko’s forced open mouth with enough force to push out her tongue.
“Oops~ Get that tongue back in there.” Zahra commanded, as Isla bounced on the back of Kiyoko’s head a little bit. “And start sucking too… that really helps out.”
As fear striking as those words were, Kiyoko didn’t have much other choice. Resistance at this point was futile and hopeless. Swallowing any last shred of pride that still somehow survived, Kiyoko began to gently suck at Zahra’s asshole. Like a stench crazed roomba, for what felt like a never ending cycle, she sucked and sucked on Zahra’s smelly pucker. Each time she sucked in, she could feel Zahra shudder, evidence of her supposedly blocked bowels suddenly moving again. Her only hope was that they’d disconnect her from Zahra’s digestive system once she finally had to go, hoping that all her licking and sucking would please Zahra enough.
“PFFFRRRRPT!”
“BURRRRGHK! GUHURRRK! MMPHGH! MMGURHK!”
With that last fart, Kiyoko kicked and bucked more than she thought she could, given how much energy she had left. Something… was nudging against her tongue, deep within… Kiyoko knew exactly what it was… but didn’t want to admit it.
“Whew~!” Isla fanned her nose. “What have you been eating, Zahra?”
“The usual, spicy curry… but from this new place… they make a creamier kind… really messes with my gut.”
“Phew… I noticed…” Isla said, continuing to fan.
Part of her felt bad for the little pilot she sat upon. If she couldn’t stand the smell of it from a few feet away, who knows how bad it was for the little pilot.
“Oh well…” She shrugged. “Better her than the rest of us…” She thought to herself, remembering the time Zahra had gotten so constipated that they had to have their own members “service” her. Zahra was the strongest of them all… so she could pick and choose anyone to service her as she pleased… even Isla herself.
Isla shuddered at just the thought.
“GLGHK! GURGLHK!”
“Oh~? Struggling again, Kiyoko?” Isla chuckled, the young girl’s gagging taking her out of her… recollection of past events… “What are you doing to the poor girl, Zahra~?” She asked sarcastically. “You’re going to break her~”
Zahra only grunted. Her bowels, at long last, were finally loosened up enough to expel the huge mass once clogged inside.
After a few seconds, Isla finally realized what was happening.
“GLGK!”
“Ooh, you didn’t tell me it was feeding time~” Isla chuckled.
Zahra grunted again.
“N-not… q-quite… almost there t-though.” Zahra broke a sweat, feeling her guts pushing a big, sturdy meal through her.
“C-can you feel it… o-on your tongue… Kiyoko?” Zahra grunted, looking away from her scope to rub her stomach.
“GUHURK!!! MMPGH! MMMMMPGH!”
“Y-you can… can’t you~”
“C-can you taste it…?”
Zahra chuckled.
“I b-bet it t-tastes good… you want it?”
Kiyoko, in fact, did not want it.
If she wasn’t struggling before, she was definitely struggling now. Exerting every last bit of energy she had, she kicked and writhed with every limb. So much so, that one of the buckles holding her arms to Zahra’s waist came undone.
Realizing this, Kiyoko’s freed arm beelined for the other buckle.
Only to be stopped rather prematurely, as one of the other women surrounding them quickly lunged for the flailing arm. Quickly, she buckled Kiyoko’s arm nice and tight, ensuring that the buckle would not come loose of its own accord ever again.
“Ah, ah, ah~” Isla chuckled, leaning down to whisper into Kiyoko’s ear. “You’re ours, little pilot… and we’re going to do… whatever… and I mean… whatever… we want… to you…”
“Let her have it, Zahra~”
With the metaphorical gopher coming out of its hole, Zahra finally relaxed her gut.
“GUHURRRRK!”
Kiyoko could only gag loudly once, as the huge log first started to slide across the top of her tongue. The rest of her noises… were just a brutal combination of muffled gags and gargling. The turd itself was absolutely massive, three or four inches in diameter at least, with the first few inches being rock solid and chunky.
Her stomach churned and her body bucked, doing every possible reflex it could not to swallow.
Despite her body’s extreme rejection of the waste, it was no use, Zahra’s guts were far stronger than the reflexes of Kiyoko’s throat… and the turd forced its way in without mercy.
The flavor was something Kiyoko couldn’t even process. Never in her life had she tasted something so… disgusting. It was coated in some kind of slime, yet rock solid. Its flavor was an intense overflow of digested meat, eggs and raw bitterness… yet somehow nutty in some parts. The hardness soon gave way to a slimy, sludginess. This, despite its softer nature, made Kiyoko choke and reel in disgust more as the recognizable, undigested bits of food had snuck their way into the sludge. Even in being coated with post intestinal sludge, Kiyoko could taste the separate ingredients. Honestly, she didn’t know if that made it less or more disgusting.
Inch after agonizing inch slithered into Kiyoko at an alarming rate of speed, faster than Kiyoko could reasonably swallow. Worse still, every time Zahra took a second to breathe, the turd would contract back a little bit, effectively facefucking Kiyoko with her log.
After an unknown amount of time, Zahra’s eight inches of turd finally left her body completely, leaving Kiyoko with a huge mouth and throat full of shit that she would now have to swallow without the help of Zahra’s gut. Struggling, she knew that if she didn’t want to suffocate on this digested mass, she’d have to swallow. It took every ounce of willpower she had, but finally she did it.
The turd wormed its way into her stomach, taking up practically all the space within it, her mouth and throat were still coated in a quickly drying, sticky, congealed mess.
“Eugh…” Zahra groaned, rubbing her stomach. “That was a lot… Is that pilot back there still alive?”
Isla and the rest of the women giggled, seeing Kiyoko twitch and gag.
“Yeah…”
“Good… I wanna keep her for the rest of my shift…. I might have some more to push out.”
It seemed like Kiyoko was in for quite the time…