"Here you are, tied up on my bed, in my bedroom. You probably have no idea why you're here and what I'm gonna do to you, right?", said Emmy, the hottest, most popular girl in your school. You wonder what is happening, how you got into her bed, and if this is just a dream or just your imagination, as you start to feel some sexual arousal seeing her dressed only in her bra and panties.
"Yeah... you are right, Emmy. Why am I here? What are you gonna to do me?", you asked her, confirming what she just has told you.
"Yesterday night you couldn't stop looking at my ass at the party. You made me so uncomfortable! You need to be punished. Luckily you were so drunk from all that vodka that you passed out and forgot some stuff. So I brought your uncoscious body to my bed and tied you up. You threw up quite a bit from the alcohol hangover but quickly passed out again. Now I'll make you throw up again, but for a different reason~", she said, with a proud yet scary and threatening smirk on her face. You get scared and you wonder what she means exactly. And why she was dressed like that. You wondered whether something sexual was about to happen. Probably not, you thought, since she mentioned making you throw up, but at the same time, you were deeply confused about what was going on and what was about to happen.
"What are you gonna to do me? This is so confusing!", you asked her, complaining scared.
"You're gonna find out soon~", she said, smirking proudly, as she sat pulled her pants down and sat on your face, with her anus on your nose.
"Is this a joke, Emmy? What on this planet are you doing?", you complained, confused. Having the ass of the hottest and most popular girl in your school on your face wasn't bothering you, but her intentions were so confusing that you couldn't really enjoy this moment. Did she want to please you? Was this some kind of nasty trick with an unpleasant surprise or catch? You really couldn't tell, and, despite the fact you would enjoy having Emmy's ass on your face in most contexts, this was really not one of those.
"Oh great, I have one now!", she said, confusing you even more.
"One of what? Can you please explain what that..."
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A loud, bubbly and stinky fart interrupted you while you were speaking, making your nose vibrate and causing you to gasp in surprise and gag from the stench. It was really smelly, and it was difficult to breathe without wanting to throw up just like you did after drinking that huge amount of vodka yesterday night.
"Did my ass do a good job at explaining? HAHAHA!!! This is your punishment for staring at my ass for so long yesterday night! I don't care if you were drunk or if you couldn't remember! I was feeling uncomfortable and therefore you need to be punished! Prepare yourself and your nose, becaused I have more farts for you to smell! Many, many more~", she said, serious, proud and determined.
You were thinking she was a spoiled brat that should learn to be a bit less sociopathic, and you were wondering why she was so popular at school and why everyone loved her and why everyone considered staying with her to be a privilege. You then quickly realized that being popular doesn't necessarily mean being nice, kind and friendly. Rather, you realized it is often the case that the exact opposite is true, as people who are too nice, kind, and friendly are often used as doormats and taken advantage of from other people, and are considered unattractive and being socially cast out as "nerds" or "losers". You didn't like admitting it was true, but that's exactly what you have observed during your years in school and other parts of life. Being rude and mean and making it look like it's "cool" to be rude and mean is gonna attract lots of people, while being nice, kind and friendly will make people think you're boring and that you're okay in being taken advantage of and being used as a doormat. At least, that's what you saw in your school and in life in general.
"Emmy! Please stop! Your farts stink!", you complained, and your complaint made Emmy laugh her ass off.
"I know my farts stink! That's why I'm farting on your face! If they didn't stink, then there would be no point in farting on your face, don't you think? HAHA!!!", she said, laughing maliciously. You tried to squirm and struggle to break free, but there was no help, she was too strong, and she was holding you down to keep you where she thought you should be, on the bed, with your face under her ass. Plus, you were tied up so tight that it was impossible for you to break free, so until she decided it was over, you were trapped with your face under her ass and your nose under her anus.
"Please, Emmy, don't do this! Your farts really stink, I think you're underestimating how bad they smell! They make me gag!", you told her, begging for her to stop torturing you with her farts, but it was useless, since your suffering was exactly the reason why Emmy was doing this. The more you suffered from the stink of Emmy's farts, the more satisfied she was, which was what she was about to tell you.
"It's a good thing that my farts smell really bad! The point is exactly to make you suffer from the smell! It's a punishment for you because you stared at my ass yesterday night. I have another fart ready for your nose, please be a good boy and sniff it up for me~make me see that you have understood what you did was wrong! Nnnggghh..."
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You screamed as a blast of stinky, hot gas went into your nostrils and filled them with a nasty, putrid, toxic, irritating stench of rotten eggs, rotten broccoli and spoiled milk that made you want to throw up, but it was so humiliating for you to admit that Emmy's farts were too stinky for you to handle, you certainly didn't want to show her that you were so weak, but at the same time, you didn't want to spend one more second inhaling such an atrocious killer miasma. Emmy was laughing as you were screaming and gagging, she was feeling even more satisfied at your reaction, so now you fully realized how useless it was to complain and beg her to have mercy on you. You thought what she was doing was illegal, and you were right, but there was no way you could prove such an abuse happened towards you, as, unlike crucifixion or being stung by rusted iron needles, there was no physical sign that you were subjected to a torturous experience, and plus, considering the kind of society you lived in, pretty much everyone would laugh at you if you told them you were abused by a spoiled bratty girl that punished you with her stinky farts. Still, you knew what she was doing was illegal, and you could get her in trouble by pointing out that she tied you up to a bed, which is a physical restraint, which is obviously illegal. But in the meanwhile, you were suffering so intensely from her farts that you could barely even think about anything other than how bad this rancid smell is.
"Yeah darling! Choke on my stinky farts!~One more~nnnggghhh..."
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The smell was so intense that you wonder if something's wrong with her stomach or what did she eat to produce such a rancid stench in her body. She was a beautiful girl. She's hot, and very popular in your school, yet the farts that came out of her ass reminded you of the gas that could come out from the ugly ass of a very unpopular nerdy girl with glasses who is obsessed with fantasy RPG videogames, who uses a relatively obscure Debian-based Linux distro as her laptop's operating system and who pretty much no guy is attracted to. You would had never expected such stinky farts to come out from the ass of such a popular and hot girl, yet here she is, farting on your face, and destroying your nose, your sense of smell, and your outdated worldview.
"Do my farts smell good?~Sniff harder, I want to make you gag and maybe even throw up from my stinky farts! You don't deserve to breathe fresh air, only my farts! Consider yourself lucky, by the way, many guys would be willing to commit terrorist attacks against those vegans whose ideology does not forbid the consumption of tomatoes just to be able to smell my farts! And not because those guys are tomatophobic or anything. They are okay with people eating tomatoes, but still, they would kill just to smell my farts. And here you are, smelling my precious farts for free! You should thank me, idiot! Don't be so ungrateful! Just say 'thank you'!", she demanded.
"What the hell? No! Your farts stink, and I didn't ask you to fart on my face! Get off from me!", you said, complaining about the treatment she gave you, and wanting to breathe some fresh air, since her farts stunk to high heaven.
"Wrong attitude! But I will still reward you anyway, because I'm a good girl~", she said, giggling maliciously.
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Her fart was so stinky that it burned your nose and it felt like your face was being fried on a pan where a rotten egg was previously being cooked. It was unbearably stinky far beyond what you could handle, and Emmy was giggling at your defeated reaction and at you gagging on the rancid stench of her farts.
"What's wrong, sweetie? Are my farts too smelly for you?~Judging by how bad you're gagging, I think my farts definitely are very, very smelly! Also, it seems like the smell of my farts is making your body become weaker. At this point, I seriously think you're literally about to