"What about a big'ol duth oven?" Suggested Nicole. "That's perfect, go get us a big sheet and some rope, we'll keep little miss runaway busy." said your mom as she let out a long brassy fart in your face. Nicole came back 5 minutes later with a big sheet and some rope. "Ok, tie her arms and legs up and Elizabeth, sit on Amy's face for a little bit and break wind like I've been doing, I've got to get a special something." Said your mom as she got up and you face was sat on again by Elizabeth, who let out a foul smelling fart. 20 minutes later, with your hands and legs tied up, your mom came back. Elizabeth got off your face and back to sitting on your chest. "Oh Amy, you ready for this?" Said your mother with a devilish tone to much the smile she had. Her friends started to laugh. Your eyes widened in terror. "No, no, no!" You shout. It was your mom's dirty underwear, she had thrown this pair in the dirty clothes, with all of her other fart ridden underwear, but this one was different. This was the pair that your mom had worn to the Mexican buffet 2 weeks ago. She had 3 bowls of beans that morning, 10 tacos for lunch, and 7 huge huge burritos with 3 different types of beans. She kept her fit form through anything she ate, which is why she could run up to you and catch you. But this is a night that you remember, because from 6:00 to 12:00, you were under your mother's butt, staring at her ass for 6 whole ours as she farted up everything she ate right up your nose. She came over to you and shoved the underwear right in your nose. You gagged from the smell. When your mouth was open, your mom shoved the underwear into your mouth and duct taped your mouth shut. It tasted terrible. "Alright girls, let's get this dutch oven started!" Shouted your mom as they put you in the sheet and closed everything up so the only air you were getting was from their butts. You were staring at their butts, they blocked the only way to get air when you hear all of there stomachs gurgle...
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Their farts all smelled horrible, you couldn't escape your prison. You are in Hell
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