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Welcome to "Weekend in Hell!" (CF Exclusive) "And that will do it for us here on another episode of 'Weekend in Hell!'! Unfortunately Kelly and her friend Sasha only made it through to Saturday morning while they tried to sleep in a cockroach infested apartment. Too bad." My roommate and I were vegging out again on this lazy Wednesday. We both worked at the same coffee shop we lived above in Manhattan, so our work schedules were usually synced up thanks to our manager, Tash. Our favorite show is "Weekend in Hell!". The best part of the show is that they put people in situations that are brutal, unpleasant, and generally something you'd never otherwise go through. You start off with a base amount of money just getting on the show, but you can earn more by doing extra tasks. On this episode, they got $1000 each just to go to an apartment filled with bugs. If they stayed the whole time, it would be an extra $3000. Eating a bug was $5000. Doing it all in complete darkness while wearing night vision was an extra $3000, but doing it without the goggles added $5000. All in all, there were usually 10 objectives that add up to over $100,000. They'll tell you 8 of the objectives, 4 for each person, but leave 2 untold. You have to figure out the last two, which are $50,000 each. These last two are all part of the theme associated with the weekend. For the cockroach show, they revealed that one of the girls would have had to lay on the floor with them and the other would have to pick them up and place them on their shoulders. Each person serves a role in the weekend. Sometimes it's worse for one person, but still embarassing for both parties. You earn your money, no matter what, but if you both do them ALL, you get half a million dollars each. If you do them ALL before Sunday, you BOTH get a million fucking bucks... Unreal. This was "Weekend in Hell! - Cockroach Supreme". "I can't believe Kelly wouldn't eat a bug," I was appalled, "How selfish?!" "I know, Jon! I'd have shoved that bug down her throat," my roommate Sadey replied, "I don't care what happens. If I ever get on that show, I'm getting that million." "With you on that." We did our "secret" handshake and laughed. This episode had on two men. They would have to spend a weekend with a moist dirt floor and worms crawling around. "I bet they don't make it," I said. "No way! They go all the way," Sadey leaned over and farted in my direction, "Aw fuck! Get a whiff of that!" "Fuck no! Come on, Sadey! Fart somewhere else..." "Hey, I'd fart in your face if you ever got too close." We both laughed, unaware of what next week would bring... --- Another day and another episode. Nothing really incredible. But then in between adverts, we saw a cheap, poorly produced ad stating that they were doing auditions for "Weekend in Hell!"!!! They were being held in New Jersey, right across the river. We spoke in unison, "We have to go." And off we went. We signed up online and got our audition time. We told them out story and almost immediately were told we were on to the next round. They asked us questions about how far we'd be willing to go and if we were comfortable being in some risk or danger. We told them we'd do anything. We wanted that money and we wanted to win. A man wearing a dark blue button up looked us up and down. "Do either of you have to fart?" Sadey raised her hand immediately, "I do!" "Fart in his face." Sadey's hand was behind my head and she forced my face into her ample backside. She's not fat by any definition, she just has a nice, big, fat ass. Sadey's hot fart spilled out invaded my nostrils at close range. I thought I'd come up with a brown streak and I started to freak out. "What the fuck, Sadey! What the fuck are yo-" "You're in." "Huh? We're-," I started, but was interrupted again. "You. Are. In. You'll be on "Weekend in Hell!". Congratulations," his voice was flat, emotionless. "Hahaha! I did it! I knew I would do it," Sadey said. "You did it?" "Yes. You wouldn't have smelled my fart if I didn't make you. Hahaha! We're on the show! And hey, look at me." I stared deep into her dark, chestnut eyes. "We are BOTH doing EVERYthing they have on that objective list. Do you hear me?" My head nodded, "You know it." We did our secret handshake again and made arrangements to show up in a few weeks on Thursday at noon to the address they emailed us. --- Sadey was getting ready and I looked over at her body. She's objectively gorgeous. Exotic eyes that would make any man melt. Breasts that weren't small at a C cup, but nothing that intimidated you. Her ass was perfect, of course. She woke up and did 500 squats and 200 situps. I joined her and did 300 push ups and 400 sit ups. I answered an ad for a craigslist roommate and showed up at the apartment years earlier. Sadey opened the door and we immediately hit it off. I ended up getting a job at the coffee shop on her recommendation and then we basically spent every waking moment together. We tried dating, like many young co-ed roommates. Sadey and I just never worked out as a couple, not that we didn't try. I told her I wasn't ready. We became friends and that was that. Now we were also gameshow contestants together. She bent over to pick something up off the floor and ripped a massive burst of gas. "Fuck me, I'm just ripping ass all over the place today," she said, fanning her ass. "I know. Your shit in the bathroom this morning nearly killed me." "Oh, hahahaha! I didn't shit! That was just my gas, buddy. You'd die if I took a shit right now." "Good god, I hope that doesn't happen, then! Let's hope the toilet can handle your load this weekend!" Me and my big fuckin' mouth... --- There were papers to sign and forms to fill out. They took pictures of us, had us talk about goals or strategies on camera, and then sat us down with cameras on us for the "objective reveal". We sat next to each other and she took her hand in mine as they pulled back the curtain on what we were expected to do... My face fell as Sadey laughed hysterically. This shot was the main part of the promo. On each board was written four foul, horrific tasks... "Weekend in Hell! - Fart face". The host kept talking, but I heard nothing. He asked if we were ready. Sadey shouted affirmatively and grabbed my hand as we headed into the apartment where we'd be until Sunday, unless we knocked these tasks out before. Each door was marked with our names and I saw my bedroom. She said she was so excited and that she was going into her room. This was our last night without cameras on, so they said to do whatever we wanted to do. I grabbed Sadey's arm and said, "I can't do this..." She slapped me very hard, "I told you. We are winning that million." Sadey turned and stormed into her room. I watched her big, bulbous ass in her tight black sweatpants. I'd basically be a slave to her and her ass until Sunday... Inside my room, written on the walls were: SADEY JON These were... I couldn't... There was no bed in my room, just a mat on the floor and a toilet in the corner. I went to sleep, and my weekend in hell on "Weekend in Hell!" would begin with a Friday to forget... --- There wasn't a knock on my door, but I was awoken with the sound of a bassy, deep fart ripped right in my face! How rude! "What the fuck, Sadey?!" "No, I don't think you should call me that. I think you should call me Butt Mistress or Ass Master this weekend." She farted again. "That's two!" She stood up, then squatted right back down, shoving her big ass over my face. PLURRRRRRBBBBBTTTTHHHH She was thrilled, "Three!" Sadey ran out into the common room and I begrudgingly followed. "The Devil would like to speak with you," a disembodied voice started, "You've already begun and you're off to a great start. You know your tasks, and they are..." The voice was deep and booming, he kept talking. While we were doing this, Sadey waved at me and pointed at her ass. She looked irritated that I didn't just drop to my knees enthusiastically, and then pointed at her ass while making a very angry face. While I slowly dropped to my knees, humiliated, I put my face in between her ass cheeks. PLLLLBBUUTTTTTTRRRSSSSTHHHHHH She made a hand and stuck up 4 fingers. I made a face because her fart smelled like pure sulfur and death. She didn't care. A light blinked on. I counted them and it added up to 10... They were going to help us keep track. There was a stop clock on the wall, set for one hour. Another was set for 20 minutes... "... And that is how you will win," the disembodied 'devil' continued, "Should you figure out Sadey's secret objective, a red light will appear. If you find Jon's secret objective, a blue light will appear. If you complete them both, you will see a Green light appear and take over the house. Welcome to 'Weekend in Hell!'" The lights went back to normal and Sadey immediately went to work looking at the walls. They had our objectives printed there, too. "Ok... Well? Don't you want to ask me something?" "Come on, this is-" "Fucking do it, slave. We both need that money." I swallowed my pride, but it wouldn't be the worst thing this weekend... "Ok... Sadey... Please fart in my mouth." "Do better than that." "Come on, Sadey." "What did I say to call me? Do. Better." "Fucking... Ugh... Butt Mistress, oh Ass Master! Please! Please oh please fart in my mouth! Please fart in my mouth and please allow it to be a shart, oh merciful and benevolent Ass Master. Butt Mistress... And... Do it bare ass, please..." I really put some soul into it at the end, but I knew she was pleased because Sadey pulled down her pants and pointed her fart cannon at me. "Go ahead, slave. Put your mouth over my asshole. Taste this fart." My lips covered off her asshole and Sadey pushed out a fart for the ages. She really let me have the fart I begged for... SSSSSSPLLLLOOOOOOORRRRRRGGHHHSSSTTTTTTSSSSS SPLAT At the end, I recoiled. She laughed. "Was that a shart?! Yes! You just made some extra cash! You're welcome!" She couldn't stop laughing, bent over the whole time. I felt the disgusting taste and wanted to just run away. Instead I knew I needed the money, too. "Ok, Sadey, this is bad..." "Hey. We're 5 farts deep and if I can feel it... I think my asshole needs a little polishing. Go ahead and lick that clean for me, would ya?" She remained bent over and I saw specks of shit on her anus... I quietly, submissively began to lick the shit smear off her asshole. She farted again, without warning. PURRRRRRRRRRRRRRTHTHTHTHTH "Oh come on, Sadey! On my tongue!" "Hey, I don't know why you're mad," she pointed at the wall. We were now seeing our objectives get lights put up next to them. We were making headway! "Oh! Uhhhmmm.... Thank you for farting in my face there, Sadey. I appreciated your gas and farts." Another light next to an objective. It was a lie because her farts were rancid. We'd come this far, so... "Hey, Butt Mistress... Sit on my face for an hour. I'll suck your asshole while we do it. How's that work for you?" She smiled, "Sounds good, slave. But before we do... Number two?" "I'm not eating your shit!" She laughed, "No slave. Number two." Sadey pointed to the wall. I just had to stick my tongue up into her ass... My knees again hit the floor and Sadey put herself on the couch, sticking her ass out. She pointed her ass directly out, making it easy to shove my tongue up and in her ass. She farted again while my tongue was deep in there. I felt something on the other side and even grazed her turd with my tongue. Seven farts, but what was up there. We walked into her room and I saw this lavish bed with a plush mattress. There was nothing else but the bed... I... I think I knew what the secret objective was. For both of us... Each fart had been worse than the previous, but I'd ignored it. At this point, we only needed the hour of face sitting, three more farts, and me to suck her asshole for a half hour. From there it would be the secret objective.... We were WAY ahead of schedule, only two hours in. I laid on the bed and Sadey slowly stood above me. I looked up to see her beautiful face looking down at me with a smile. Her pussy was trimmed and she looked amazing. "Hey slave?" "Yes, Ass Master?" "I'm going to fucking fart up a storm in your mouth while you suck my asshole and I sit on your face." She lowered herself down and I opened my mouth. As soon as she made contact, I heard a loud buzzing sound. The clock began. Sadey let a muffled fart go immediately. Eight. She laughed and cooed as I sucked her asshole. "Both clocks are running, slave. Just suck my asshole the whole sixty minutes." I obeyed and sucked and licked and massaged her asshole with my tongue. I was licking her anus like it deserved it. She farted once more, right at the end, but this was a much, MUCH worse fart. This one spilled out like soup. It was hot and soupy and tasted like she shit. I stayed in place, but she shifted ever so slightly and I got a whiff of that stink. "Oh fucking hell. I was worried if I moved at all I'd let some of that gas out. Fuck me..." Nine... The clocks buzzed and Sadey stood up, again only to squat back over my face. "Please let this fart go in my face, Ass Master." "You've got it slave." She farted a deep, bassy fart that seemed to have no end. BAAAAROUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFTHHHTTTTTSSSSSS "Thank you, Butt Mistress." We went in the other room and saw all the lights except the blue, red, and green. She said, "I think I know what we need to do." "I do too..." "I think they want me to fart 10 more times." "Oh... Ummm... Sadey?" "Call me my name, slave." "Ass Master... I... They didn't put a toilet in your room..." "Oh." "I think they want you to..." "They want me to make you my toilet. You are going to be my toilet. You're going to eat my shit." "I think so..." I looked at the ground and then I heard her slowly start laughing. "FUCKING YES!!!! GET READY TO EAT MY SHIT, SLAVE! YOU'RE GOING TO MUNCH MY TURDS, BOY! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!" I was shocked, but soon, Sadey was shoving me to the ground and quickly bringing her ass in view. She farted again, but we were past the ten... This was something SHE wanted to do... "I swear, I SWEAR! I have wanted to make you eat shit since you dumped me. Fuck you, slave. Open wide and accept my gift. Accept my shit in your mouth like the fucking loser toilet slave you are!" Sadey's asshole pushed down and then opened. The beginning of a dark brown turd began to push out. She didn't strain as her shit forced its way into my mouth. The stink began to fill my nostrils and the room. "Oh yeah. That's it. That's right. Eat my shit. Eat my shit on tv. Take my turd in your mouth, slave. Ooooooooo. It feels like a big one. Is it a big turd? I bet this is a huge piece of shit and you're going to fucking eat it. Consume my waste, turd eater. Fucking toilet slave! Yes! You're my toilet! You're my fucking toilet!" I watched and listened, tears forming in my eyes. It seemed like it came out so slowly for the first 6 inches, and then I thought that would be it. But then another 6 inches of shit emerged quickly, making a slapping sound as her turd made contact with my cheek. "Oh god! Yes! My turd just slapped you, bitch! Fucking loser. You're a fucking loser-slave. I don't know what's better: Shitting in your mouth, or knowing that you're going to eat it." She stood up and a red light flashed. "YES!!! THAT'S $100K FOR ME, BITCH! Now... Get me my million, slave... Eat. My. Shit!!!!" I slowly bit into her turd and the sticky consistency made me gag. "Don't wretch, boy! My shit is a gift! Eat my poop! Eat my poo!" She started laughing as I obeyed her orders. She commanded that I obey and I did as she bid. I wanted to die. It was so embarrassing! Bite by bite, I was choking down her turd. I chewed and swallowed and ate my way through it. Then a blue light went up... Then... Every light in the apartment turned green. The production crew ran in and was excited. The host was elated and everyone was screaming. Everyone was happy... Everyone except me... I couldn't go back to my job at a coffee house... I had no purpose there... Sadey does interviews, but she doesn't let me. Since the show, our lives are different, vastly, wildly different. You see, after the show aired, I decided that I... Well... I didn't like being Sadey's toilet, but I liked having a purpose. I liked knowing what I did impacted someone. If Sadey would be happier with a human toilet, then... Maybe that was my job. Sadey accepted me as her slave, but she required that I give her access to my million dollar winnings too. She lives in complete luxury and allows me to serve her. It's not perfect, but kneeling behind her and looking at her ass is still the best privilege I've ever had. It is an honor to be her slave. |
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