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The Huntress WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS FART/BUTT DOMINATION, SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS, ANAL VORE, AND SCAT. READER DISCRETION ADVISED. “Excuse me, could you help me find my glasses young man?” she asked. The boy looked dumbfounded, as they always did. His eyes could not believe the gorgeous pair of eyes looking down on him. They didn’t look like they should be impaired by glasses. “Y-yes, sure, miss…?” “Call me Nicole.” said the woman. Not her real name, of course. But the Huntress didn’t need prolonged introductions with her targets. “I think they’re on the ground...somewhere around here.” She pointed around the street corner. Her target bent down, scouring the ground. He had taken the bait. She sauntly walked in front of him as he continued his desperate search. The boy stopped looking, intrigued by her stiletto footsteps. And her hands on her hips. And the back of her silky red dress approaching his face. The boy froze. “I, um…” he started. “I-did you find them?” The Huntress laughed. “No, but I found something much better.” The boy shook as her hand connected with the back of his neck. It pushed him against her large, round booty cheeks. “I found myself a midnight snack.” The Huntress laughed. Her prey was shaking like a terrified animal. She loved it, feeling the fear jiggle against her booty cheeks. PPPPPPPRRRRRRRR. The silent fart exited her ass, through her fabric and onto the boys face. He stayed silent, like a polite gentleman. The Huntress even felt a breeze against her asshole...the boy sniffed, a dirty little deviant. “Mhmmm.” she said. The silence broke with a shrill scream. The boys size dropped. It halved. Then turned into a quarter...an eighth. When The Huntress turned around, he was but the size of a cheeto. The perfect finger food. She scooped him up before he could make his escape. Writhing and shaking against her hand, she placed the boy in her underwear. The trap was complete. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The boy was quite the fighter. She liked that. Twelve blocks to her apartment and the boy put up a fight all the way. He banged on her butt, pleaded with his life. “Let me out of here! Help!” he cried. The Huntress was smart. Out at night, his cries,(though quite audible) would go unanswered. Regardless, she him down for conversation. BBBBBBBBBRRTTTTT! “Ahhhhh, little travel buddy for you.” she whispered to her captive. The boy shook and coughed: all pleasing things to her. Her spell had shrunk the boy, as well as his senses. A harmless fart before was turned into a sauna of stink and methane. PPRRRRLTTT! BBBRRLLLLLBBBBB! “Oh a ripply one! I love those.” she said. The boy tugged at her underwear, trying to slip out. A firm smack on her cheek put his escape to rest. “Can you tell what I ate, boy? Your distance to my asshole should beat my memory. We’ll make a game of it! Here’s a hint:” BBBLLRRRRRRRRPPTTTT! “Ohhh, a little wet, that one! Any suggestions?” The boy coughed, “Go to hell!” The Huntress tugged on her underwear, pressing her asshole to his tiny body. “Come now, don’t be cross! Think! Something that would make a fart wet.” BBBLLLLPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTT! The fart was much fiercer;The Huntress leaned against a pole, savoring it’s juicy flavor for herself. “My guess was lobster. Was that your guess?” PRRRRRTTTT! “Oh my, a tiny one! That was my previous meal for sure. Know why?” The boy had either gone unconscious, or grew tired of her game. It mattered little to The Huntress. She giggled. “I know because that fart wasn’t a fart. It was a scream…”. The Huntress skipped home, hoping her little quip instilled fear in her food’s heart. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Huntress was disappointed. Her prey couldn't bask in the glory of her wondrous fart. He’d gone awfully silent during their ride home. She didn’t want to risk his death; playing with her food was half the fun. She rushed in her room and quickly dropped her drawers. FFLLRRRRRRAPPPPPPTTTT! Goodness the fart was powerful! Her morsel screamed as he was shot from her cheeks to the bed. He lay there coughing and re-catching his breath. “oh, OH GOD!” Panic had set in the young man’s heart. He took a quick look at his surroundings and sprinted for safety. The Huntress was on him in a flash. “No you don’t!” she cornered him on the edge of the bed. He ran to the other side: there too she met him. He ran towards another corner, risking his bets and jumped. The Huntress nearly missed catching him. “Aha!” she said. A splendid catch. She’d lost too many boys from committing suicide. She decided to place him in her fart box for safety. The boy tried many more methods of escape. He used threats. “Get me out of here or I’ll call the police!” He begged. “Please, I’ll do anything you want! What do you want?! Money?! You can have it!” He even tried lifting the boxes lid, despite his tiny structure. The Huntress was joyful through his struggles. Listening to them plead was half the fun. She cooked her dinner-a snack, was more like it, just some beans and rice- then prepared her TV for watching. Everything was set. Except of course, the best seat in the house. After removing her clothing, The Huntress removed the struggling boy from the box. “Get comfy. I know I’ll be.” she said, smiling at her snack. The boy was placed in a compartment in her self-designed fart pillow. Dropped inside and sealed in place, the boy lay facing a screen sewn in the pillow. He was placed face up, allowed for sight and breathing. Of course, his vision would be restricted to her ass and his smell would be as well. The Huntress took one last look at him and sat on her beloved pillow. The farts rang out rapidly. BBBRRRPTTTTT! FLLRRRAPPPPTT! BBBBLLLEEEBBBRRBRBB! Of course, the boy still pleaded with her. The Huntress scooted forward, allowing his kicks to massage her vagina. Simply splendid. BBBRRLLLLTTTTPPPPSSSHHHH! “Oh no!” said she. “Now I’ve ruined my favorite pillow! Shame on you!” Indeed she had, a ring of shit surrounding the place of her asshole. “Wha-FUCK YOUR PILLOW! LET ME OUT OF HE-” BBRRRRRAAAAPPPTTT! The boy was silenced with more fecal particles. The Huntress sighed. “Well, it’s the price I pay for quality.” She sat through her show without any more qualms. Her tiny, on the other hand, endured another solid hour of farting. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The time was nigh. Her fart pillow captive had all but checked out. The Huntress removed her ass, scared that her weight had eventually suffocated the boy. BRRRRRRRRRBBBBBB! She let her bassy fart be the poking stick. The boy stirred to life and gagged in disgust. “Good, good! Time for the REAL dining tools!” she said. The Huntress returned. A sizeable dildo in her possession. She lay the pillow up by her side, allowing her guest a perfect view. “Get a good look, boy.” said The Huntress. “This will very well be the last of a female you will see.” She blew a kiss his way; mixed in with a dry fart. FFFFRPPPPPTT! She loved toying with her food. She loved giving them hope-then promptly tearing it away. The Huntress sat up and down on the dildo. This was needed. Gaping as her mighty butthole was, she felt it desensitised her anus. Made the digestion more fun. “Oh, goodness. You must really want to be this dildo, hmm fartboy?” The Huntress ejected her toy, farted on it, then placed it back inside. “Having your tiny little body and your disgusting little cock rub up against my asshole?” She smiled, knowing the boy was loving this. “no,...I, I wanna go home!” he muttered. “Oh but why help me then? Wasn’t that the point? Help out a sweet young lady? Get some of this in return?” She let her asshole prolapse in front of him. She giggled as little squirts of ass juice dripped on his body. “I was just being nice! I wanted to help!” he pleaded. “Oh you were helping. Just as you will now.” The Huntress unzipped the bag, holding a kicking and screaming boy in her hand. “Here’s your reward for your help. I hope it was worth it.” She laughed as her ass became the boys next torment. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ God she had missed this. The struggle, the fight! Here was her tiny, using his hands to keep his head away from her asshole. “C’mon, I don’t think you’ll get away like that!” she goaded. BBBBBBBBRRRRRRAPPPPPTTT! The boy coughed, adding to his breath along with his panting. He was helpless, losing breath with every second he exerted energy. “C’mon, let it take you, boy. My ass is your destiny now. Accept it.” PPPPRRRTTT! FFLLLRRPPPTT! She felt her asshole touch his skull; it made contact. Suction commenced. “No! NOOOOO!!” screamed the boy. “Ohhhhh yeesss!” screamed the Huntress right back. So it began. His head entered her asshole...then his arms. Then torso. And legs. The boy was inside. Delicious. The struggle was not over. As it shouldn’t have been. The boy squirmed in her ass. The Huntress giggled, rubbing herself to his exertions. “C’mon fartboy, hurry! I feel a big one coming on!” She felt his hands desperately scrape her wet inside, trying to find friction for his escape. She pushed slightly, helping his endeavor. “Nuh uh, not so fast, fartboy.” Her finger guided his feet back around the edge of her asshole. “Oh I bet it stinks in there, hmmm? Tell me, can you tell me what I ate now?” The Huntress smiled, listening to his screams. No doubt he had figured out her meal. She had only just placed two or three boys in her ass a while ago. She rubbed herself harder, feeling the four of them slowly digest. BBBBBBBRRRRRRRRPTTTTTTT! Her newest guest would make a fine dessert. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Back on the street, she felt a nagging in her asshole. It was playful, soft to the touch. She could still feel her morsels struggle for escape. Maybe tonight she would fit a fifth food member up her ass? She approached a young boy waiting by a bus stop. “Excuse me, can you help me find my glasses please?” she asked. Same situation. Different dunce. “Oh! Ya, sure!” The boy scrounged the floor. She smiled, all too easy. Her ass met the young man’s face. “rrrruuuuuuunnnnnnn!” came a small voice inside her ass. The Huntress smiled. “Too late.” she muttered. A steamy silent fart rolled out her buttcheeks. Soon her hunger would be filled.
Foul Load The Huntress pulled up her blue silk underwear as the boy walked past. She had never felt a combination of excitement and disgust. Her booty rumbled something foul, groaning, pleading to sit upon the boys face. BBRRRPPPTT! She moved her hands to her ample white buttocks; sometimes she had trouble holding the power of her ass with just her bowels. Every step the boy took her asshole seemed to wince. He was a prime suspect, surely deserving of her waste. Short brown hair in all Adidas clothing, with a plump figure as if he spent too much time on his computer masturbating to women as pretty as her. After this experience he’d probably prefer a man’s company to mine, she thought smiling. The boy rounded the corner and the Huntress sighed with relief. Finally she was allowed to let off a little steam. Quick and quiet as a mouse she crept to the other side of the building. She looked around to see that no one was looking...perfect, the boy was in place as well. She pulled her underpants down below her red dress, covering her ass along the drain pipe. “Ahhhh….oh yes.” The pressure building in her bowels subsided as she dropped the SBD. It trickled along the cold drainpipe, emanating death in every particle. FFFBBBOOTT! She risked tooting briefly to shoot the smell down the pipe. Down below she could see the boy pausing, then holding a hand to his face disgusted. “Yes little toilet. Eat out my little fart funnel.” BBROOAATT! The fart echoed along the drainpipe, causing the boy to spot her. But it was too late now. With expert precision the Huntress simply backed off her ledge. The boy’s eyes went wide at this suicidal maniac; they went shut as the Huntress’ ass knocked him into the pavement. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The scenery and situation had changed drastically. Once in the bright sunny streets of colorful apartments, the boy was now located in the damp dark corner of the Huntress’ cell. She had designed this chamber specifically for hunts like this. The boy’s limbs were strapped apart across a bare mattress. “Hey, what am I….?” The pain in the back of his head came rushing back in. He now remembered the crazy beautiful woman who had landed on him...except now, she was naked in front of him. Looking down, he saw that he was naked as well. What was this? Some sort of perverted concussion fantasy? BBBBBBLLLPPBPBBBPPTTT! The Huntress moaned as the sullied fart trickled along her asscrack. The boy began to speak, as if to apologize for her own “crudeness”. She simply climbed atop the mattress, mounting his face. The boy coughed, staring into her asscrack. FFFLLBBBOPPTTTTTTTTT! A greasy fart was muffled as she spread her asscheeks, revealing a magnificent pink hole. The smell was atrocious-but his dick couldn’t help applaud a stunning display. “Open your mouth,” the Huntress commanded. FFFRRAABBOTPPTTTPTT! The boy coughed and turned his head away. Good, the Huntress always enjoyed a fight. She slapped his cock hard and heard him yelp. “Your mouth. Open it, or I will make it open.” This time the boy obeyed finally spreading his jawline. The Huntress smiled. “Wonderful toilet. Now, keep your lid up and this will be over quickly.” she said. Her ass sunk deep into his face and out of the corner of his eye, he saw her asshole expand. A sharp brown dot formed and he shut his lips. “Stop, stop!” he screamed through clenched teeth. He tried pushing her ass away with her face, but her booty remained unhinged. The Huntress sighed; she had been holding this log for long and it was now starting to pain her. “Listen boy, I’ve been doing this for...well, I don’t even remember how long. Tell me, does this smell like an inexperienced ass to you?” FFRRRRLLMOOPPBBTT! An airy fart exploded on the boy’s lips; he wondered how it had got past the turd he saw. PPRRRRPPBBBOOPPOOTTT! FFLLLAAAPBPBOTOT! BBBLLLRRRRALALBBBT! “Please, stop it! I’ll do anything!” he screamed. She continued her anal onslaught on his face; each fart was somehow worse than the last. Her asshole rained fire upon his nose, making his headache shimmer to every part of his body. He would never be able to eat meat, eggs, and fish again. PPLLLLLLPTTSSHHTT! A wet fart sent ass dribble to mix in with the boy’s lips. “Trust me toilet, I’ve been gassing boys like you since I was a girl. In my experience, it’s best to give in to the wills of a Goddess.” FFRRRRALLBBOPPTT! The boy coughed as her eggy fart sent mixed messages to his brain. “Sure, you will be swallowing my shit. All of it. And a lot of it. But I have more devious methods of disposing my waste. Perhaps you’d like to remain on my service as an armchair?” FFRRLLBBOPPTTSSSPTTT! Another wet fart sent him spiraling; it was like being waterboarded with farts. He could take it no longer. In the hopes that it would all be over soon, he opened his mouth for the Huntress. She smiled, knowing this was her prey’s undoing. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The shit returned, this time in full force. Chunks of her feces were glued together by a common stink of sliced ham and hotdog stand delicies. The boy tasted all of it on his tounge as she slowly pushed it all down his throat. BBLLLLLTTTTTTTT! A sly fart wrung around her asshole as the shit continued, breaking off one slice into the boy’s cheeks. Her second log was now crowning, with the width of the boy’s own mouth. It soon filled pouring over his face in a soft serve style. The Huntress rose, looking down as her ass slowly created her majestic shit. Finally, it pinched off in a spike, trailing half a foot out of the boy’s mouth. It was finally over...for her at least. FFRRRRAAALLBBPPOTTT! The raw fart shot into the boy’s eyelids and he managed to make a scream past his mouthful of waste. The Huntress knelt her ass beside the boy’s face. “Now, I want you to swallow every last drop like a good little toilet. You still have a little work to do before you're done.” With that, she stood above the boy’s resting place, gently resting her booty above his face. “I’ll wait.” FFRRRRLLAAPPPBBPPTTT! The boy began chewing, haunted by the ghastly farts from the Huntress. PPOOOOOOOOTTTT! He stopped, not knowing which smell was worse. He could taste the Huntress’ shit in his mouth, but the dry flapping farts were still rancid enough to infect his nose. BBLLLLBBBBLLLBBBB! He chewed as fast as he could despite his senses. The last drop was swallowed with a pained gulp. A series of vomit was threatening to emerge from his chest. The boy closed his mouth, hoping he would not be punished for keeping his work down. The Huntress lowered herself onto his face. He would receive no quarter as her toilet. “Clean me,” she demanded. The boy obeyed, feverishly licking her asscrack. “Wrong toilet! You are simply spreading my waste around with your tounge!” PPRRRRLLBBBOOPTT! The boy coughed as her asshole cemented his mistake. “Those are still pieces of my shit. I want you to taste them...indulge in them. Now, slowly, more delicate.” The Huntress giggled as she mashed her ass deeper into the boys face with an SBD to follow. The boy tried his best to work through the coughing. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Huntress stood in front of her mirror, spreading her cheeks to the side. “It’s subpar work,” she said, massaging her cheeks away from her butthole. “But I suppose you can’t expect much from a toilet such as yourself.” FFRRRRRRLLLLTTTTT! A savage fart pushed out her asshole and the boy quivered. She smiled, at least knowing at whatever stage, her asshole could keep these little shits in line. She walked to the boy’s bedside and smiled. “Are you ready to conclude your service as my toilet?” she asked. The boy’s head nodded, in extreme fashion. He had such hope in his eyes...such a fool. “Very well then.” she said. The boy shook his head as her ass once again planted itself on his face. The familiar smell of her ass once again enveloped his face. The farts came fast and furious, full of ill intent. His coughing and screams were only matched by her grunts of pleasure. After a few minutes his body and life went limp. The Huntress reveled in her work, farting on her new kill.
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