"Good then."
Amber walks over to Stacy and starts to torture her as well. You catch a whiff of the gas that Amber forced Stacy to breathe, and it was the worst thing you ever smelled. It smelled like rotten fruit that was left in the back of the fridge for several years and somehow mixed with old deviled eggs.
Amber stretched her arms, "AAAaahhh~, that felt great, thank you Stacy."
Amber walked out of the room, leaving both you and Stacy tied up.
-- The Next Day --
You were in the living room, watching some dumb, unfunny romance comedy on TV, because you had nothing better to do.
"Saraaahh~"
Oh no.
You forgot about that promise that you made to Amber yesterday.
"Sarah, lay down with your head on the armrest of the couch, I'll handle the rest~ *wink*."
You begrudgingly decided to do what you were told, who knows what Amber will do if you disobey. You lay down on the couch, resting your head on the armrest. Suddenly, you hear a car pull up in the driveway.
"She's here~"
Amber tip-toes out the door and comes back with Kim, her best friend.
"Kim, can you believe what I just did?"
"What?"
"I made Sarah agree to be my fart slave! I decided to call you over so that you could give her a taste of what you have to offer."
"Are you sure it's okay?"
"Don't worry, if she thinks she can handle my farts, she can definitely handle yours."
Amber skips to the kitchen and comes back with a massive bowl of chili.
"Let's fuel up before the action starts!"
They then proceeded to stuff their faces with a salad bowl full of chili.
"Auu, I'm stuffed," complained Kim
"Same."
After a few hours of watching the dumb rom-com that you were relaxing too, Kim piped up, "Auu, I'm full of gas, I won't be able to hold it in for much longer."
"Help yourself," replied Amber.
"Okay, I will, I've been waiting for this."
Kim walks over to the couch, spreads her legs, and takes a seat on your face.
"Wait one second!", Amber picks up a blanket and covers the both of you.
"Good thinking! Oooo, step back Amber, here it comes!"
PPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBBpppppppppppppppppppppppppttttttttttttttttttttss sssssssssssssssssssssss
"Ah~, that felt so nice~"
That fart smelled like moldy cheese, it was awful, but still not as bad as the farts Amber made you eat yesterday.
"Oh, here comes another~"
PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPBBBBBBRRRrrrrraaaaaaaaaapppppppptttttttttttttt
Nevermind, Kim is worse than Amber. This fart burned through your nostrils, smelling like rotten, week-old trash. You tried to scream, but your voice was absorbed in Kim's plump butt.
"Ooh~, that one was nasty~"
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSssssssssssssssssssssssss
You want out. Amber pales in comparison to Kim. If hell has a smell, this would be it. You have no idea how somebody's farts could smell this bad, and you had to sniff every inch, because none of it was going away. *sob*
After a regret-filled 30 minutes, Kim stood up.
"Woww~, this felt super great! I wish I had a fart slave too~"
"Don't worry, you can share with me all you want!"
"Yay~"
Kim turns around a lets out a frankly cute toot, and hops away.
This is your life now, you wish that you could have re-done yesterday, but the past is the past, you can't do anything about it now.
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