By: causticblast
PART 1
Mortals often fail to realize: Hell is relative.
Lygea knew this all too well, which is why she rarely worked alone these days. As a succubine demon, her ability to torment sinners with her charms and natural talents was never lacking. She could change her appearance to appeal to anyone's preferences, sapping their resolve until they could not resist her as she pounced on them to deliver merciless pain. The height of sexual pleasure was also when humans were at their most exposed, their most vulnerable. That was when she would unleash her fury, feeding on the misery of her victim, unafraid to make ample use of her talons and fangs.
But doing everything herself quickly became blasé, and she bored herself easily. So she sought alternative ways to punish sinners, and her experimentation brought her to two discoveries. First, that she could emit her intoxicating charm pheromones through not just her lips, but the other end of her digestive tract as well, with much greater density. And second, that this first discovery was strikingly in harmony with her close friend, Rhea.
Mortals also often fail to realize: Heaven is not merciful.
Rhea knew this all too well, and so she understood why she and Lygea became excellent work buddies with such ease. As a purien angel, she was tasked with identifying and punishing sinners, much as Lygea did. However, as one would expect, the M.O. of angels and demons differed significantly. Rhea was expected to deter sinners with shock and awe, showing herself in her true form if necessary, stunning and intimidating people into behaving.
It wasn't difficult, but like her friend, Rhea found her usual method very dull. She grew tired of it quickly, seeking alternative methods . And in her subsequent exploration, she discovered two things. First, that whenever she went off her angelic diet of ambrosia to partake in human foods, her bowels filled with gas that was quite horrifying in both quantity and odor. And second, that this gas was a far better torture instrument when paired with the delirium of a succubus's charms.
Their partnership might have seemed an unlikely one to mortals, with their foolishly misguided folklore and legends, but to the two of them it was as natural as any.
Meanwhile, unaware of all of this, a young schoolteacher named Olivia was preparing for the day in her home. She had woken up hungover, as she so often did on Friday mornings. With head lightly throbbing, she stumbled through her morning routine, and was out the door just before 7:30. Closely observing her throughout this ordeal were Lygea and Rhea, who had decided that today would be the day.
Whatever specific sins Olivia committed to earn the wrath of both Heaven and Hell was not relevant, nor did either of them particularly care. Their roles were spelled out for them, plain as day. And by tonight, Olivia would be suffocating under the impossibly dense gases of both demon and angel, receiving the torment of a lifetime.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Any questions?"
Silence and blank faces. As usual. Why would today be any different?
Olivia sighed. "Alright, then, we're done for today. Have a nice weekend, guys, see you Monday."
As the students filed out of her class with their idle conversation, she fell back into her chair with another sigh. Another day, another class that felt as futile as a hamster on a treadmill. If the kids didn't care about their own education, how could she? There was only so much she could do.
This wasn't why I got into this career, she thought. Isn't there supposed to be at least one bright kid that makes this worth it? Isn't that what the movies taught me?
Slumping into the dusty, uncomfortable office chair, she smoothed out her pencil skirt. She might have a little more respect for her own students if half the boys would stop trying to eye-frisk her.
She checked her phone. One missed call from a telemarketer, two emails from colleagues and one email from a student calling in "sick" (again). Happy Hour wouldn't start for another hour. Enough time to head home, rest up, get into a change of clothes. Part of her was ashamed of her dependence on drink, but most of her didn't care. She'd need the liquid courage to keep herself going and meet the demands of her other job -- the one that actually paid a decent wage.
Her fingers stumbled as she gathered her things. There was a staff meeting in ten minutes, but she had already decided she was not going to be in attendance. She didn't care, and quite frankly, she doubted they would notice her absence at all.
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"Hey, Lygea?"
"Yeah?"
"You all set? It looks like she's getting ready to head out."
"Already? Damn. Off to an early start, huh?"
Rhea scoffed. "Not for her."
"Alright. I'll be ready in ten."
"Wait, what's the delay?" Rhea got up from the couch. "I thought you could just shapeshift into—oh."
Finding Lygea in the kitchen answered her question: she was still slurping down a sizable bowl of lentil soup, no doubt filling up her tank with even more nasty gas before she left. An unapologetically loud belch escaped her lips as she saw Rhea come into the room.
"Just making sure I don't run out of gas halfway through the night!" Lygea said, patting her stomach. "There's still some in the pot on the stove if you want some."
"Nah." Rhea leaned over the empty chair. "I think I'm going to order from that Cuban place tonight. I want to try that spicy pork thing again."
Lygea chuckled through another mouthful of soup. "I thought you were going to punish her, not execute her."
"Hey, it wasn't that bad the last time we ate from there."
"Tell that to the bathroom walls!" Lygea gestured towards the hall. "I'm telling you, the fucking paint on the walls is peeling!"
"It is not!" Rhea insisted, though she didn’t sound too sure.
Lygea rolled her eyes as she polished off the rest of the soup. "Whatever you say. All I'm saying is, we're lucky my demon guts aren't as sensitive to human foods as yours are, or we would have literally destroyed this house by now."
"Yeah, yeah, I get it." Rhea crossed her arms. "Just hurry up and get on out there."
"What's the big rush?" Lygea said, casually strolling over to the sink with Rhea hovering behind her. "She's going to be there for another hour, probably."
"So what, you're going to sit here for another hour? Just get a move on, before you--ack!" Rhea suddenly began sputtering, finding the air distasteful all of a sudden. "Oh, fuck you."
Lygea cackled, cutting her silent fart off early to spare her partner. "How was that?"
Rhea wafted her hand over her nose, grimacing. "Eggy. As always."
"That's the brimstone!" Rhea said with a grin. "It's a shame my charms don't work on angels, really. I'd love to see you horned out of your mind, begging to huff these right out of my juicy ass."
Rhea said nothing, making a show of rolling her eyes.
"Alrighty. I'm heading out." Lygea made her way to the door. "Just have your phone handy. I'll call you when she's all prepped for torture."
"Take your time. You know that restaurant takes forever to deliver."
"Oh, you weren't kidding about eating that spicy stuff."
"Problem?"
Lygea shrugged. "Her funeral, not mine." As she walked out the door, another silent but lethal hisser slipped out her backside. A massive gust of heat and stink blew behind her and into the house, and she quietly sighed in relief. That would be the last one until she could sit this volatile gas cannon right onto Olivia's poor face. She slammed the door shut and left for the bar, but not before making sure she heard Rhea's response.
"Ah, for fuck's sake, Lygea, I swear--"
Lygea snickered as she made her way down the stairs.
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Drunk at a bar at 6pm on a Friday was about par for the course for Olivia. What was far less mundane was the stunning beauty that she now found herself with.
From head to toe, she was perfect. Luscious hair, dazzling eyes, cute button nose, a coy smile that struck her right in her heart. A stunning rack that she clearly knew how to display, and a booty that was absolutely impeccable. Even through her drunken haze and general apathy towards everything, Olivia couldn’t keep her eyes off of this beauty through the evening. Every so often, she thought she might be glancing her direction and winking at Olivia, but she wasn’t sure. She continued to second-guess herself, getting complacent with watching from the edge and drinking in her appearance — that is, until she approached her.
“I see the way you’ve been looking at me,” the woman said, voice firm with confidence.
Olivia, meanwhile, could feel her face rapidly turning red-hot. “Uh, uh, you have?”
“Mmm.” The woman licked her lips. “I’ve been waiting for you to make some sort of move, but I guess that’s not your style, or what?”
“I just, uh, I just, thought you were out of my league…”
“Out of your league? Oh, honey, you are out of your mind.” She danced her fingertips along the edge of Olivia’s jaw before stopping them right at the tip of her chin, delicately holding her head and gaze in place. “Cute, in that quiet, reserved way. But I bet you’ve got plenty of…thoughts…up in there, hm?”
Olivia said nothing. Her face felt like it was glowing.
“Just my type.” The woman flashed a beautiful smile, tinged with seduction. Olivia melted inside, her knees giving way for a split second. “You doing anything tonight?”
Olivia swallowed. “No.”
“You are now,” she said, winking.
The sun was still barely setting by the time they got back to her house, but this woman -- Gina, she thought she said her name was? -- definitely didn't care. She was coming onto Olivia pretty hard. Every word she said dripped with saccharine seduction, and every chance she got, she put her gorgeous body on display. Bending over in front of her, casually stretching, "accidentally" dropping things in her bra. Olivia was pretty damn sure she was drunk, but hell, so was she. And she wasn't exactly willing to let this opportunity go to waste.
The two wasted no time. In minutes, Olivia found herself motionless at the foot of the bed. Was this really happening? What exactly was happening? Her heart pounded in her chest. It had been such a long time since she had found herself in bed with another person, let alone someone anywhere near as attractive as Gina.
"Aww, come on, sweetie. I won't bite..." The woman on her bed grinned and gnashed her teeth playfully. "Unless you're into that..."
"Uhh..."
She gave a fake pout. "What? Am I suddenly not good enough for you?"
"What? No, n-no, of course not, you look fucking amazing, I just--"
"Well, this isn't a museum, sweetie. You can enjoy with more than just your eyes." Gina got on all fours and crept towards her victim, her hips swaying seductively with every little movement."Now come on. Don't keep me waiting. You already look ravishing in that dress...let's see how you look without it."
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Lygea winced briefly, hoping her soon-to-be-victim hadn't noticed. Even the small gesture of swaying her hips caused the bubbles in her gut to rumble violently. She had allowed herself a couple of beers at the bar, and that had only added to the deathly gurgles churning inside her. A barrage of gas threatened to burst out of her, but she held her course, eyes still locked onto Olivia's with the most seductive expression she could muster. She wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer. Even her enhanced demonic physique could only restrain her sphincter to an extent.
Thankfully, her charms were working as intended. Olivia crept onto the bed, and Lygea knew to how to take it from there. Her masterful hands worked their magic, easing into Olivia's most sensitive areas before they were even fully disrobed. A moan escaped Olivia's lips, and Lygea giggled, pressing herself into her body.
As she felt Olivia desperately clutching at her sculpted demonic form, Lygea could also feel a hurricane of gas brewing in inside her, and she knew that the next phase of her plan would have to begin right now. She grinned devilishly before diving in for a passionate kiss, hands still working away at her clothes. As their tongues met and danced, she loosened the stopper.
FSSSSSSSSHHH...
A deliciously sweet fart seeped out from between her flawless cheeks, discreetly polluting the air in the room. Her gas was fully infused with powerful demonic pheromones, able to slowly but surely put her target in an undeniable state of arousal and making Lygea irresistible. And since she had been brewing these farts for several agonizing hours, she'd had plenty of time to ferment them with a megadose of pheromone.
FFFSSSSSSSSSSHHHHH...
Getting comfortable, Lygea released another fart, longer this time. She knew that plenty more gas would have to reach Olivia's lungs before the intoxicating effect could take hold. But that was no problem. Her gut was still rumbling like an active volcano, and although releasing these fumes slowly was obviously less fun than openly bombarding the room, she could make it work just fine.
Lygea expelled three more saccharine farts — hardly making a dent in the stored gas filling her demonic bowels — before Olivia gave a noticeable reaction. She pulled away from their kiss, her button nose scrunched up in a questioning expression.
"What? What's wrong?" Lygea said innocently.
"Uhh, nothing, nothing..."
"Oh, sweetie, something's bothering you. Just tell me."
"Uhhh..." Olivia looked around. "Do you smell...something?"
Lygea sniffed once, taking in a healthy dose of her own farts. She held her neutral face. "No. Is it a bad smell?"
"Uhhmm...?" Olivia wasn't sure how to answer that. Lygea held back a grin, knowing the seeds of control were planted in her mind. Soon, she would have no choice but to succumb.
"Ignore it, sweetheart." Lygea pulled her in to resume their kiss, eager to force more ambient gas through her nostrils. "Come on, babe. Let me have this."
As they locked lips again, Lygea reached down with one hand and parted one of her supple buttocks from the other. The release of tension as her fleshy cheeks opened up allowed another barrage of gas to load into position. With hardly a push, Lygea released her longest fart yet.
PPRRSSSSSSSSSSSSSFFFFFSSSSSSFSSSSSHH
Oooohhh…
She had to stop herself from moaning into Olivia's mouth. Her stomach definitely deflated a little bit from that one. The air was definitely tainted now, and Olivia would soon be overtaken by the pheromones.
FFFFSSSSSSSSSSS…
…SSSSSSSSSSFFFSSSSS…
SSSSSSHHHH…
She could feel the tips of her fingers heating up with her farts, which were now coming in rapid succession, one right after another. With the way they were coming, she could hardly tell if these were separate farts, or if this was one super-long emission with a few tapering moments dividing up the sheer volume of emitted gas. The smell was definitely getting to her by now; she was surprised Olivia hadn’t said anything else yet.
FFRRRRSSS....SSSSRRRRRRRRTTTT
Emboldened by Olivia’s lack of response and the sensual pleasure of pushing out so much gas in just a few minutes, Lygea tried another lengthy hisser, and was mostly successful. This time, an immense load of gas blew out of her, shorter than the last but with a much higher density. However, just as she thought it would trail off into nothing, her hole tightened just enough to produce a soft rippling noise.
In a haze, Olivia pulled away from their kiss again, firmer this time.
"Uh, did you just--have you been--"
Lygea giggled. "Oh, sorry. You meant that smell?"
Fuck it.
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"Yeah, I'm feeling pretty gassy today." She giggled again to punctuate the reveal. "Sorry, is it too much for you?"
Olivia, clearly affected by the pheromones by now, took a moment to respond. "Uhh...fart...uhh...smells good...can you...do more?"
Lygea giggled again. Of course. Olivia hadn’t said anything because her mind was already weakened.
Well, I guess we're doing this now.
BBRBRRRRRRBRRRAAAAAUUUURRRPPPT
Instead of responding with words, Lygea elected to dive right into it. She moved her hand and cupped it right against the danger zone between her cheeks. Heaving a sigh, she blasted a massive torrent of demonic gas into her hand, echoing beautifully in the tiny enclosed space. Before it could dissipate between her fingers, she quickly brought her tainted, superheated hand over Olivia's nose.
Olivia resisted for a brief second, but Lygea watched with glee as her body gave into the charms. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and Lygea felt her whole body shudder in response.
"And just to make sure..."
BRRRRAAAAAAAAAAUUUMMMMMPPPPRRTTT
With one hand still cupped over Olivia's nose, she placed the other hand in full gassing position and let loose on it again. After several seconds of bombarding her hand, she swapped hands, supplying Olivia with another dose of pheromone. Olivia was practically melting at this point, and Lygea took care to set her down gently on the bed, hand still firmly fumigating her lungs. She couldn't help but notice the growing dampness between her thighs as she threw Olivia’s discarded clothes on the floor.
Lygea reached down with her first hand, ready to load up a third dose, but stopped herself.
"Let's cut out the middleman, shall we?"
With Olivia still drooling on the bed, definitely beyond help by now, Lygea got into position. With each knee placed around her torso, she gave herself a teasing spank, her round bubbly butt hovering inches above Olivia's face.
"I'm afraid this might be quite a shock to you," she said, and doffed her disguise.
Revealing her true identity, an arrow-tipped tail swished eagerly behind her as she let down her fiery hair, complementing her now onyx skin. A pair of distinctive horns jutted out in front, parting her hair. Her figure was largely unchanged, though her breasts were slightly larger in her natural form. Her "clothes" dematerialized, revealing themselves to be mere illusions, as succubi like her rarely ever went anywhere without being naked.
Such a reveal might have struck the average human entirely dumbstruck, but Olivia was fully charmed by now, Lygea's pheromones now filling every corner of the room. She vaguely registered that Lygea had changed her appearance, but it barely mattered.
"Wha..."
Lygea cackled. "My name is Lygea. I am a demon from the Second Circle, sent by the commanding forces of Hell to punish you, dear sinner. I hope the suffering you are about to endure today will allow you reflect and repent."
Part of her knew Olivia was no longer lucid enough to fully comprehend the situation. But frankly, that made this an even more fun experience.
She plopped her juicy rear down onto Olivia's face, bearing her full weight on her. She wiggled her hips around, making sure that her face was as deep into her crevice as it could possibly go. Her stomach gurgled violently, protesting the sudden series of jerky movements.
Ah, right on cue.
FFFFFFFRRRRRRAAAAAAABBRRBRBRRRRR...
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Rhea was pacing around the living room. Several empty food containers sat in the kitchen, but she was not in a state to do any cleaning. Her insides were roiling like the seas in a storm, and pacing was the only way she could find that would resist the pressure that was threatening to rocket out behind her.
"What is taking her so long...?"
Her angelic gut was indeed reacting to the delicious food she had just indulged in. Human food in general was slightly toxic to the angelic digestive system already; after subsisting on divine ambrosia for long enough, an angel’s body is not particularly fond of consuming mortal cuisine. Even a single piece of toast would probably generate enough gas to fill the room, and with enough stench to make any sane person at least open a window.
But she had outdone herself this time, for better or for worse. Her penchant for spicy food was downright dangerous, for both herself and anyone downwind. Put those spices on a large order of meat, and her gut was ready to produce a stench that could put most mortals and their knees. Add that to her plentiful side order of rice and beans, and her stomach was a fully loaded chemical weapon, ready to unleash some truly horrendous, paint-peeling, nosehair-singing farts, more than enough to fill the whole house three times over. Maybe Lygea was right, she thought. Is this too much gas for a mortal to handle?
Several painful minutes passed. Rhea awkwardly alternated between keeling over with her hand over her gut to restrain it, and straightening up because bending over made her sphincter relax to dangerous levels. Obviously, the easy solution would just be to rip a few noxious farts in the house, relieving a little pressure so that her gut wasn’t dangerously overflowing like a balloon about to burst. But she felt confident that she could contain it all just fine, and as her insides churned and churned, it became more of a personal challenge of her gastrointestinal endurance.
Her phone finally rang, vibrating the coffee table. As she bent over to pick it up, she inadvertently allowed a fart to slip out — or more accurately, explode out.
BBBRBRBRRRRRAAAAAAAAARRRRPPT!!
"Hello?"
"Fucking finally. What took so long?" Rhea said between coughs, her butthole clenched to cut the emission short. "Fuck me, that was rank..."
She could hear Lygea chuckling on the other end of the line. "Have you been hotboxing yourself at home?"
"No! It was just one fart!"
"Just one, and you're coughing? At your own stuff?!" Lygea laughed harder. "Man, this girl's in for one hell of a gassing tonight, huh?"
"Shut up." Rhea frantically fanned the air, to no avail. This was one of the densest farts she had ever released, packing her lungs full of spice and stench. If she hadn’t cut it short, this might have caused some serious damage. "I'm on my way over, give me five minutes. Seriously, what took so long? Is she tough?"
Lygea was still laughing. "Nah. I just, you know, thought I'd give her a bigger dose than usual." Rhea heard her grunt. "Hnnngh...!"
A billowing fart echoed into the receiver, greeting Rhea with a terrifying roar. She watched the call duration timer tick by, counting the seconds until it died down. Sixteen seconds. Holy fuck.
"You sure she's going to be lucid enough for the punishment part?"
"Oh, yeah, she's doing fine. Aren't you, sweetie?" Rhea heard faint moaning. "Hah! Listen to her."
The phone sounded as though it was being moved around on the fabric of the bed. She could hear both their voices clearly now.
"How are you feeling, Olivia?"
"Haaannngghhh..."
"Do you like my farts, Olivia? Do they make you happy?"
"Hnnnahhh...Yes...Yes mistress..."
A chuckle. then: "Tell me you love them, Olivia. Tell me you couldn't live without my farts."
"Please...please feed me your delicious farts...I fucking love them..."
"Wish granted. Hnngh!"
Another massive fart rang into Rhea's ears, accompanied by the delirious moans of their victim. Twelve seconds. The phone was shuffled around again, and she was back on with Lygea.
"Now get on over here. Deliver the punishment part. I'll keep her nice and complacent."
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Olivia was inhaling frantically. She just couldn't get enough gas into her lungs, and she hated that any sliver of Lygea's farts were slipping out into the open air. She wanted everything, every last molecule shoved deep into her airways. If she could put a pipeline right from Lygea's scrumptious ass to her own nose and mouth, she would.
Thankfully, Lygea was mostly a generous mistress. After an initial tease, she bore down and opened the floodgates, the farts coming at a constant pace by now. Every blast that made its way down her greedy throat was scented and flavored with that perfect sensation that suffused every corner of her mind. It didn't smell bad, but it didn't smell good, either. She could tell that this was some terribly eggy gas, filled with an unmistakable sulfuric stench. But instead of being repulsed, she loved every second of it. Every inhalation brought her to near-orgasmic levels of pleasure, and it took some resolve not to buck Lygea right off of her.
"Oh, you're here."
Lygea's voice interrupted her full-body experience, and Olivia vaguely realized she was talking to someone else in the room. She was irritated. Who was interrupting her boundless bodily pleasure? She just wanted more farts in her lungs.
"Yeah, I am. Now get out of the way, I'm about to explode."
A streak of light briefly met Olivia's eyes as Lygea got off of her.
"Where...where you going..."
"Ah, don't worry, sweetie. I've just brought a friend with me. She's quite the gassy little thing, too, I'm sure you'll see soon enough."
More farts? Now from two mistresses? Olivia's vision was blurry, but she gladly allowed this new figure to take Lygea's place atop her hungry face. "Thank you, mistress..."
She heard giggling as a second ass covered her field of view. This one was milky white, starkly contrasting with Lygea's jet-black skin. As it ground itself gently against her nose, she could sense a difference in the way it smelled. It just wasn't the same, but she prepared herself to inhale deeply. Perhaps this would deliver her into a new brand of otherworldly pleasure.
"Oh, fuck, I've been holding this in for so long..."
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Olivia timed it perfectly: a deep inhale filled her lungs with gas just as this new mistress released her payload. And immediately, she regretted it.
"MMGGH! MMGGH--CCK! AHHCK!"
It was a sobering sensation, and for a brief moment, Olivia could think clearly. Her mind screamed in agony because her lungs could not. This was truly an inhuman fart that snaked its way down her windpipe and threatened to crush it from the inside out. For the first time in nearly an hour, she could comprehend the words she was hearing.
"I am Rhea, an angel from the Sixth Gate. I have been sent by the commanding forces of Heaven to punish you for your sins. I hope the torment that you find yourself in the coming hours is enough to change your ways. Now breathe deep. Breathe my wretched gas, and repent, sinner."
GGRRRRAAAAAAAUURRMMMRRRRRRRRRPPTT
Another ferocious expulsion growled from Rhea's supple cheeks, tearing right through Olivia's sinuses without mercy. The reeking stench of sulfur and rotting produce stained the inside of her lungs before being forced out of her mouth, unable to even fit it all in her airways. She felt herself cough and choke, but each gesture only caused a sharp inhale of the mephitic gases, perpetuating her torment.
BBBPBPRRRRRRAAAAAAALRLRLRRRT
BBRRRRPPPT
PPPPRRRPRPRRRRRAAARRRRRRRLLT
PRPRPRRRMMMMMMFFFFFSS...SSSSHHHHT
Rhea did not let up. Her bowels were relentless, depositing fart after fart after fart into Olivia's nose and mouth. In two minutes that felt like two hours, Olivia counted more than nineteen farts, each one just as toxic and eye-watering as the last. As each fart ended, she couldn’t imagine the odor could possibly get any worse. Then, as the next began, she was immediately proven wrong.
"Hey, give me a turn?"
"No way. You had your turn for half an hour. Give me at least ten minutes."
"That's not how this works!"
"Shush."
PPPBRRRRRAAAAUUUAARRRRRRRRGGRRRT
PPPRRRMBRRRRRRAAARRSSSSSHHHHLLLT
Olivia wasn't sure if she would survive to ten minutes. She felt like she was drowning, suffocating. Her breaths searched desperately for untainted oxygen but found none. She wanted to scream, but her lungs were burnt to a crisp.
MBRRRRRPRPRRRRRRRMMMMRRRRFFFFFFSSSSSS
FFRRRRRRAARLMRRRRRSSS…SSSSSRRRRAAARRRLLT
PPRRRRART
BBRMRPRRRRT
FFFFRRRSSSSSSHHHH…
Silent hissers, brassy explosions, deep bassy roars. They all smelled the same: like the depths of Hell itself. Her brain threatened to give up processing such a terrifying odor, but of course no such mercy came. This was supposed to be an angel?
GGRRRRRRAAAARRRLLT
PPPRPRBBRRRRRRTT
BBRRRPT
PRPRPRRRRRRRRRAAAARRRRRLLLRLRT
She wasn't sure how long this lasted. After presumably ten minutes, which felt like an eternity of agonizing torture, she felt Rhea get up off her. She tried to seize this opportunity to try and escape, but it was no use. Her lungs refused to function properly by this point, and she could hardly sit up.
"Aww, looks like someone's taking this a little too hard." Olivia turned to see Lygea cooing over her before promptly turning around, revealing those ample cheeks that she fell in love with just minutes ago. "Don't worry, Olivia. I'll take good care of you..."
No, no, please, no…
"MMMPH!"
Quick as a viper, Lygea's tail lashed out at Olivia, wrapping itself around her neck and painfully dragging her into the crevasse of her gassy asshole.
"It'll be fine...Just take a deep breath..."
SSSSSSSSHHHH…
A silent fart blew right into Olivia's nose. She tried to resist at first, but upon contact, she realized this wasn't like Rhea's gas. It smelled gentle, enjoyable. A switch flicked in her brain, and suddenly, she loved these smells. With just a few sniffs, she had regressed, and now she felt like she would do anything for more of these farts.
She recognized the sensation from earlier, and part of her rebelled. They were playing with her mind! If she didn’t escape now, she could be in some serious trouble. She had to —
FFFFRRRSSSSSSSSSSSS…
With a second blast, her mind calmed down, leaving only the primal, carnal desire to huff nothing but pure fart gas. She sniffed, gently at first, but soon growing desperate to devour every last molecule of gas that clung to Lygea’s dark rear.
She felt Lygea release her from her bonds around her neck, but where Olivia expected to see light again, she found none. Feeling out in front of her, she realized she could only see darkness.
She tried to speak, to call out to her captors, but she found she could not speak.
She tried to listen for them, but she found only silence.
What the hell...?
~~~~~~~~~~~~
"There."
"You did it?"
"Yep." Lygea swished her tail, retracting its hidden barbs. "A quick little sting of poison, and she's lost all her senses...Except one." She smiled devilishly.
"Fantastic. This'll be fun."
"I want to savor this," Lygea said. "Perfecting that toxin wasn't easy. I had to go back through all the alchemical archives, digging for recipes. I have to go gather more materials if we want to do this again."
"Hmm." Rhea thought for a moment, her gut still roiling with monstrous gas. Her eyes finally settled on the thick duvets on the bed. She glanced at her companion, who followed her gaze.
"Ooh...I like the way you think, Rhea."
Lygea made quick work of it, sealing their victim into the sheets with both of their volatile rears. It wasn't exactly difficult with her effectively paralyzed. Each of them leaned on one side of the bed to firmly clamp down on the blanket, creating an airtight seal. The only way gas could leave the dutch oven was through the top, which was also mostly sealed around their waists, but with enough clearance to let toxic fumes waft up towards their noses.
Rhea wiggled around, trying to get comfortable, and found her butt smooshed up against the side of Olivia’s face. The way Lygea was gyrating told her that her companion was in the exact same position. She supposed that three people on a bed made for one was a tight fit. Not that she was complaining, after all. Closer to her victim’s face meant a more powerful odor to make her suffer with. Although, quite frankly, with so little space under the sheets, and so much explosive gas stored inside her, she wasn’t sure it would matter.
“So, now what? Blast off?”
"I say we alternate. One to charm her, one to scorch her lungs. Take turns, you know?"
Rhea pondered for a moment. "Hmm. Too easy. Too predictable. She'll start to see it coming."
"Hmmph..." Lygea frowned. "Pesky humans. Too good at adapting."
"Easy fix, though." Rhea put out her hand, making a fist.
"What, what are you...?"
"Rock, paper, scissors." Rhea smiled in a definitely-not-angelic manner. "Winner gets to let 'er rip."
PART 2
Olivia lay in total silence, feeling a sense of terror overcome her. Total solitude in complete sensory deprivation would have been terrifying enough, but she also had the unfortunate knowledge that her tormentors were still with her. They could do absolutely anything to her, and she would just have to take it.
She wasn’t sure if she was hallucinating it or not, but the residual smell of angelic and demonic farts still seemed to linger in her nostrils with no signs of dissipating. All of her other senses were gone; she assumed that included her sense of smell. The only other thing she could feel was the sides of her face being smushed in by what felt suspiciously like two pairs of bare buttocks. She sure hoped she wasn’t hallucinating. She still hadn’t had her fill of Lygea’s intoxicating gas.
Oh, fuck, fuck, FUCK!
As it turned out, she didn’t have to wait long to find out her nose was very much still functioning. Without any warning, her nose was suddenly assaulted with the smell of Rhea’s inhuman farts, a steaming hot blast of gas overtaking her from her right side. This was denser than ever before, and within seconds, her mind shifted again, forced away from the delirious fantasies of huffing Lygea’s ass with the excruciating reality of Rhea’s torture. With no other senses available to her, her sense of smell was magnified. Every breath took in what felt like a lethal dose. At this point, she thought, maybe that’s my only way out. Sniff enough to poison my brain and pass out…she shuddered. Oh, God, what am I thinking?
As she weighed her options, breathing as lightly as possible to avoid the gag-inducing stench of rotting meat and burning garbage, her nose caught a different smell. She recognized it instantly as her thoughts faded and blurred.
Oh, no, not this again…
This was Lygea, without a doubt. In her distracted state, she had missed the first burst of gas heating up the left side of her face, but the second scorcher was much harder to miss. She tried to fight the mind-warping effects before surrendering, knowing that she could do absolutely nothing against the demon. A small part of her that hated herself for being complacent grew smaller and smaller until she was filled with orgasmic joy, frantically wishing she could reach between her thighs to satiate her aches as her lungs devoured as much of the succubus’s gas as possible.
Already the eighth or ninth fart, Olivia gave up on looking for a pattern. She was pretty sure there wasn’t one, and at any rate, with her mind weakened and disrupted, she wasn’t sure she would be able to do anything with the information. She lay there, receiving her punishment, quite literally caught between Heaven and Hell, randomly switching between taking in greedy lungfuls of intoxicatingly sweet fumes of the demon and desperately regulating her breathing to avoid the divine smites of the angel.
An eternity passed in this state, her mind strung between the two polar extremes of fart-based torment. All she knew, all she could experience, was farts from two otherworldly beings, here tonight for the sole purpose of breaking her as much as they possibly could. And they were very good at their jobs.
Somehow, after an impossibly long period of time, Olivia found that she could open her eyes, and slowly her other senses returned to her as well. Her mind was still dazed, and she was in the middle of a gassing from Lygea, her nose savoring every last molecule of intoxicating gas around her. But whatever they did to her must have been wearing off. Unfortunately, neither of their bowels seemed to be anywhere near done. Within seconds of regaining her hearing, an explosive fart rang boldly in her right ear.
BRRRBRBRBRRRAAARRRULLT
She already knew that this was Rhea, so she braced herself for the stench to overtake her nostrils. And yet, the spicy stench did not make her recoil. Lygea’s succubus spell still felt like they had retained their hold on her. As she idly breathed the eye-watering odor, a horrible realization overtook Olivia.
Her mind was fully, completely broken. She was no longer the same Olivia that she was when she went under the covers. The bombardment of angelic and demonic gases constantly filling her lungs had shattered her, and every inch of her insides was now suffused with mind-numbing poison. She could now no longer tell what she hated and what she loved about their farts, and her body was receiving pleasure regardless of whether it was Lygea’s hypnotic gas or Rhea’s near-lethal gas. As her senses regained their full capacities, she felt her whole body twitching with every breath.
GRRRRRRRRBRBRBBBBRRRRMMMMMPPPT
FFRRRRAAARRLLLT
PPPRRRRSSSSHHHHH
The farts did not stop as she slowly processed what had happened to her. From either side, Rhea and Lygea seemed to devour her whole head while blasting their terrifying farts in quick succession. From her right, Rhea blasted another incredibly long ripper, at least eleven
seconds long. A little while later, from her left, Lygea fired two shots, six and seven seconds each.
To her dismay, they both smelled the same.
Throughout all three blasts that ricocheted off her eardrums and piped their way into her lungs, she struggled to maintain her lucidity. She tried to assess what was happening. In all three farts, a sickly sweet, thought-numbing scent tickled her nose, stimulating her entire body with the familiar erotic sensation, a shiver traveling down her spine and warming her nether regions. At the exact same time, the pungent, miasmic odor that once struck her with fear snaked its way down her airways. Together, they melded in her mind to form a distressingly alluring experience that threatened to overtake her mind. A compelling voice in her head told her to plunge her face into the beautiful butts pressed against her and inhale everything they had to give. It didn’t matter which one; both of them were magnificently gassy, right? No matter what, farts belonged inside her nose and mouth, burning away at her lungs with putrid passion. She wanted all of it inside her, staining every surface of her airways for all eternity…
What is happening to me? Why am I enjoying this?!
With that, she screamed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Fuck, that startled me.”
“Ah, I guess she’s back to her senses. Quite literally.”
The angel and demon had long bored of playing rock-paper-scissors to fart in Olivia’s face, and by this point were releasing farts whenever they arrived in a favorable position in their guts. Rhea was quite fond of how well they had sealed in the fumes inside the blanket; each time one of them farted, she could actually see the dutch oven inflate considerably, before slowly settling back down. It was a delightful sensation, and a true testament to her gastric talents. Perhaps the only complaint was just how steaming hot it was getting below the waist. She could feel sweat dripping off of her round buttocks, not to mention all over her back and around her legs as well.
FFFFRRRRAAAAAAUUUURRRRRLLLT
“Alright, then, so what now? Are we done?” Rhea stretched, casually pushing out another behemoth of a fart, well beyond ten seconds in length and probably more than the hundredth of its kind since they began. She watched the covers flutter, idly gyrating her brutal backside against her victim’s head to rub the stench in. She could hear some murmuring down there, but she couldn’t make anything out.
PPRRRRRPRRRT
Lygea grunted, scrunching one eye as she ripped a devastating five-second fart before she responded. “Absolutely not. This is too much fun. We have to keep going.”
“Alright, well, then what do you suggest? Give her another dose of that sense-depriving poison?”
PRRRRSSST
“I don’t want to prick her again. Like I said, that poison was hard to come by.” Lygea grunted, harder this time, forcing out a three-second fart. “Besides, I’m getting tired of blasting away in the same position for so long. We gotta find something different.”
PRRPFRSSSFRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHH
Rhea glanced at her as she released a lengthy, mostly-silent hisser. “Okay, hmm."
Lygea yawned. “I don’t know. You know what, why don’t you try to think of a decent idea while I go try and refill my tank? I think I need more food.”
“You’re out of gas already? It’s only been an hour!”
“I’ve been gassing her for more than two hours,” Lygea reminded her. “I started before you. How’s your tank? You want something to eat too?”
Rhea raised an eyebrow before bringing one knee up under the covers. She strained a little before unleashing a fart that was impressively unbearable in length, volume, and stench, even by her standards.
PPRPRPRRRBRBRRRRGRRRLLLLRRRAAAAAAAAAUUUUMMMMPPPT!
“Okay, you could have just said no,” Lygea said, laughing. “Lucky you and your super-sensitive bowels.”
Rhea said nothing, holding back another barrage of farts in a seemingly never-ending sequence of poison gas coming out of her rear tonight. She took care to avoid farting as her co-conspirator escaped the confines of the blanket and stood up next to the bed, herself taking care to keep as much of the gas contained in the blankets as possible.”
“Hoo, fuck!” Now upright, Lygea waved a hand in front of her face dramatically. “Holy—fuck, I’m glad most of it is still sealed under there. I’m surprised anything could survive that.”
Rhea had to agree. Just based on hearing the two of them fart for the past hour or so, she had to assume this dutch oven was at least twice as bad as any other time they had tried this trick together. In the few seconds that Lygea had opened up a little vent for the gas to escape into the room, an overwhelming stench began to make Rhea’s eyes tear up just a bit.
“I bet the sweat’s not helping, either. I’ve been getting quite sweaty in this butt-sauna we’ve got here.” She wiggled her butt a little, practically gliding along the surface of Olivia’s face with how wet and slippery it was.
Lygea wiped a hand along her cheeks, finding the same level of sweat. “Ooh, yeah, definitely. Oh, and I totally forgot, my sweat contains those pheromones, too.”
“Is that a problem?”
Lygea shrugged. “Probably not? Just means the charming effect was even more powerful. But I have absolutely no doubts that your gas is more than foul enough to break the spell every time you blast one out.”
PPRPPRPRRRPRRPRRRSHHSSSSHH—RRRAAAAAAULLLPPPTT
To punctuate her agreement, Rhea pushed out another gargantuan fart with relative ease. It sounded more like two farts that she forcibly joined into one big burst: a sputtering bubbler followed immediately by a big, brassy trumpeting.
“Keep her warm for me, would you?” Lygea winked. “I’m going to go see what more I can brew up in my gut. Just figure out a new facefarting position for us—the dutch oven is getting boring.”
Rhea watched her walk out the door, hips dramatically swaying from side to side with her tail hiked up in tow to give her a better view. If she wasn’t an angel, Rhea might understand why Lygea was so irresistible to humans.
She looked down at the outlines of her captive under the covers, still weakly mumbling incoherently. Any semblance of a fight left in her was gone completely; there was no way she could scream again like she did a few minutes ago, not anymore. With just a few more farts, Olivia seemed to be in a dangerously low-power state.
Rhea realized she was still holding back her gas. She thought about opening up her sphincter again and continuing to blow back Olivia’s already tainted hair, but she stopped herself as she realized what a new gassing position would probably entail. She would have to pull the sheets off.
Part of Rhea dreaded this moment, knowing it was inevitable; on the other hand, another part of her was morbidly curious about just how much gas the two of them had managed to pump into and contain within the confines of this wretched blanket.
Ah, fuck it.
“You ready for a little reprieve, sinner?” Without waiting for a reply, Rhea grabbed one end of the blanket and tore it off of the two of them in one swift motion.
“GHCK! Oh, fuck, fuck...!”
Rhea immediately began gasping for air. If the blanket was irredeemably stinky before this, then by now the entire room—and likely the whole house—was poisoned. She swore she could see a blistering-hot haze of stench escape into the open air. The temperature and humidity of the room increased noticeably, and Rhea took calm, measured breaths to avoid falling victim to her own torture instrument.
“Don’t—(oh, fuck, this is bad)—Don’t think for a second this means we’re done with you, wretched mortal. The demon may have left for now, but that only means I can have your preciously vulnerable face all to myself. Brace yourself.” Rhea lifted her hip off the bed a few inches, hovering over one side of Olivia’s face. With all the pressure still left in her stomach, she barely had to push for another explosion to rattle the bedframe.
PPRPRRPRPRRRAAAAARRRRRRMMMMMMMMMFFFFFRRRRFRRRRRRTT
But to her complete surprise, Olivia reacted to her fart in the exact opposite way she would have predicted. Instead of thrashing and clawing her way away from Rhea’s toxic butt, she instead dove nose-first into the depths of her crevasse, hungrily sniffing for more.
“What are you…? Are you not tormented by the fumes of an angel’s deathly farts?”
Olivia audibly moaned into Rhea’s ass in response. “Hmmmhhh…”
“Well then, I suppose I will give Lygea a call. Perhaps I do need more food.” Rhea pivoted her hips, pinning Olivia between the bed and her full globes with ease. She exhaled sharply as she felt Olivia’s nose pin right up against her puckering hole. At this moment, Olivia was probably in one of the most vulnerable positions she would ever be in her life, and ready to receive a sensory overload unparalleled by any other.
“Hmmmnnnhhh…More…”
“More?” Rhea frowned. This wasn’t how this was supposed to happen. She was supposed to be on her knees, begging for mercy or even death, as she gassed her relentlessly. Why was her victim begging for more?
As she pondered, she loosened her grip on her bowels, allowing farts to casually rocket out of her and suffuse Olivia’s lungs from top to bottom.
BBRRRRRRPPRPRRT
PPRPRRRRRMRMRRRRT
BBRRAAAAAOOOUUUULLPPPT
PRRRRAAAAAAARRRRPPPFFFRSSSSHHH
PPRPRRT
Was it something to do with the poison they gave her? Or Lygea’s pheromones? Or both? Perhaps the two mind-altering effects had some nasty side interactions. Whatever the case, Olivia was utterly broken, her mind shattered, her breaths hungry for farts and unable to distinguish whose foul buttocks they were coming from.
PRPRPRRRRRMMMMRRRRAAAAOOUURRRLLT
BBPRRRRRRSSSHHHT
“MMmmmhhh! Mmmmmmm…” Olivia seemed to be enjoying this far too much.
Oh, what the hell.
“You want more?”
“Mmmmmhhhhhaaahhh…”
“Fine. Ask, and you shall receive, sinner.” Rhea gave a sinister grin. She also was enjoying this too much.
But she just couldn’t help herself.
BBBBBBBRRBBRBRBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRPRPRRRRRRR…
~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Hey, I’m back, sorry I missed your call. I did bring back a few slices of pizza for y—oh, holy shit, that REEKS!”
“Oh, good, you’re back.” Rhea hardly looked up from her seat on the couch—or, rather, on Olivia’s face on the couch—as Lygea shut the door behind her.
BBRRRRRRMRMRMRMRRRRRPPT
“Fuck me, you’ve really stunk up the place while I was gone, huh?”
BBRRRGRRRRRPRPAAAURRRLLT
PPRPRRRRRRT
“Yeah, a little bit. Hey, I wanted to show you something.”
“Sure. Don’t take too long, though.” Lygea patted her stomach. “I’ve got a full tank of gas again and I am ready to blow!”
“Yeah, about that.” Rhea rose a few inches from her seat. “Sinner, are you still there?”
Olivia could only mumble in response.
“Speak up, sinner. Tell me, how do my farts smell?”
“Mmhhh…Like…like the most beautiful thing I’ve ever smelt…I…” Olivia trailed off, sniffing desperately. “I…want more…please…give me more of your heavenly farts…”
Lygea frowned. “What? What did you do to her?”
Rhea laughed as she plopped her sweaty cheeks right back down on Olivia. “What did you do, you mean. Short answer, no clue. But she’s addicted to farts no matter how bad they smell.”
BBRRRMMMRRRRRHHHHHSSSSSHHHHHH…
“Uhhh…” Lygea scratched her head. “Is that a good thing?”
“Fuck if I know. I don’t think I care any more. I’m just enjoying gassing her brains out. Mmmh, her nose feels so good in there, you wouldn’t believe. So deep…”
"Are angels supposed to enjoy their work so much?"
PPRPRRRRRRMMMMRRRRAAAAOOOUURRRLT
"Ah, shut up."
"Whatever you say," Lygea said, shrugging. It wasn't her job to keep her partner in line, and if this is what it took to make Rhea loosen up a little, then that was more than fine by her.
PPRPRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPT
“Hey, what time is it?”
Lygea checked the clock, still unsure what was happening. “Uh, almost 10.”
“Oh, good. Plenty of time til midnight.”
“Midnight?” Lygea scoffed. “What’s the rush? It’s the weekend, babe. We can go til the morning if we want. And ooh, baby, you know how bad my eggs-and-coffee breakfast farts smell…”
PRRRRRRMRMRRRRAAAAAULLRRRRT
“Sounds good to me.” Rhea waved Lygea closer. “Pass the pizza?”