TinyKujo

This story contains: > Cousinly ‘bonding’ > Face farting > Butt smother > Humiliation > Dutch Oven > Vomit Reader discretion is advised This was NOT Ryan’s day at all. Britney has him locked in his own room with the goal strictly to make Ryan’s next few weeks a living hell. He is now met with a dilemma; be his cousin’s fart slave or tell his mother that he cheated on all his exams, knowing that she wouldn’t be very happy to hear that at all. He made his choice, and for the next few weeks, his younger cousin is going to turn him into her personal fart cushion. But hey, at least she’ll be doing his school work. Ryan was already laying his head down on his chair and staring up at the ceiling. Britney was standing above him with a huge smile on her face. She knew that her stay was going to be a lot of fun now, at least compared to what it may have been if she didn’t catch her cousin cheating. Her and Beth were both against the idea of cheating in school. Unlike Beth though, Britney was cunning. Cunning and sadistic deep down. Ryan began to scold himself mentally that he should’ve deleted his search history. All of this could’ve been avoided by the click of a button. As he sat there, his cousin looked down at him tauntingly. She still had that look in her eyes, the kind that could alert anyone that they were standing next to a sadist. It wasn’t an angry look, but it still held a sinister feel. “Ughh, my legs are sooo tired.” She said exaggeratingly. Ryan knew exactly what this meant, even more so when she walked in front of the chair, presenting her jean-short clad ass. “You see this?” Britney taunted, shaking it over his head. Ryan, getting a taste of what came out of it earlier that day, began to shudder. A fart to the side of the head made him nauseous, so a fart to the face probably was going to make him sick. He started quivering just thinking about it. “Because you’re about to see a lot of it.” Suddenly, she sat down on his face. As a surprise to him, he instinctively put his hands on her thighs and pushed up in an attempt to get her butt off his face. However, Britney paid no mind to this. She just continued sitting, knowing his weak arms were unable to lift her up in this position. Luckily for him, he was unable to breathe in the smell of ass due to the compression on his face. Unfortunately, that also meant he couldn’t breathe. After a minute of facesitting, she got off of him allowing him to take a breath. Ryan gasped for fresh air immediately, making Britney giggle at her cousin's stress. She looked over her shoulder and saw Ryan’s furrowed eyebrows and red face due to the lack of breath. She stood up and grabbed her backpack. She unzipped it and pulled out a piece of paper along with a pencil, which confused Ryan. “I thought you were done with school..” Muttered Ryan, uselessly as Britney didn’t reply. He looked back up at the ceiling and stayed quiet. She walked back over with her paper and pencil and sat them down on the table. Without a warning again, she sat back on his face. “Mmmphh!” He yelled, even if it was futile. This time she sat a bit lower down, resting her butt on his upper lip, covering his entire mouth with over 30 pounds of ass meat. This meant he could breath, so she was at least showing some form of remorse. Though, this meant he was smelling her butt. Still though, he’d rather live. She began writing on the paper. The writing lasted for a total of 10 minutes, occasionally taking breaks between. Ryan was forced to smell her butt right from the cloth-covered crack during that time. The fart she released earlier that day left a stench that was fairly significant, as that 10 minutes of sniffing lasted a lot longer in Ryan’s mind. After she finished, she got up and beckoned Ryan to get up with her. Once he stood up, she handed him the piece of paper and took a seat on his bed. Ryan glanced at the paper and noticed a list of sentences with “OUR CONTRACT” written across the top. He looked up at Britney, who nodded her head towards the paper, signaling him to read it. Rule 1: I will keep my head up at all times and I will allow Britney to sit on my face while she does the schoolwork. Failure to cooperate will result in a ranging punishment. Ryan was immediately not on board, but had no choice. He silently agreed with himself that he'd tolerate it. Rule 2: For every 10 questions that Britney completes, I will be forced to endure 1 fart. This made Ryan scared. Every 10 questions? Considering every lesson consists of around 20 questions, that’ll be 2 farts right there. The tests also have 20 questions, and the Exams have a whopping 50.. Ryan glanced at Britney, who flashed her tormenting smile back at him. He started shivering thinking of the prospect of having to endure that many farts. What scared him more is… Rule 3: When Britney does tests, she will take her pants off. When exams pop up, she will be completely nude waist down. Ryan could at least deal with the first 2 rules, but this one was way too far for him. “Woah woah woah, there’s no way I’m letting you sit on my face nude!” He yelled back. It wasn’t out of petty rebelliousness either. He just didn’t want to see his cousin’s nude ass. “Or I could just go downstairs and tell your mother what you’ve been doing behind her back..” She replied, silencing him. At this point, he was considering testing his mother and seeing how she’d react, but he held off when he remembered what she did to his PS3 when he was in middle school. He'll never forget what Beth could do with a hammer and some anger... Looking back at the list, it ended at number 3. This made him happy at first, until Britney said “Now read the back.” And upon flipping the paper, there were many more rules. These were the “Off-work” rules, meaning he rarely ever got a break. Rule 4: If I decide to rebel against Britney or say something that will challenge her authority in any way, I will receive a ranging punishment. This part got to him. Ryan knew this could be dangerous for him, as he was naturally capable of saying smartass things, so one of those remarks could screw him over hard. Rule 5: Britney will be sleeping in my bed. And when we sleep, I’ll be restrained with my face deep in her butt. (FYI, she tends to fart in her sleep.) Looking back up at Britney, she silently nodded her head, knowing what part of the page he had reached. Ryan was more annoyed than anything. “... really?” mumbled Ryan, sort of judgingly but still anxiously. Britney knew he was scared though and flashed back her little sadist-grin. Rule 6: Whatever Britney says goes. If she tells me to do something, I will do it without arguing. If I fail to meet her requests, I WILL receive a ranging punishment. At this point, Ryan just felt hollow. He knew it’d be bad after reading the first 2 rules, but these last 4 just made him feel queasy. Reluctantly, he agreed. At the bottom of the page was a signature box, and with a deep down feeling of future regret, he signed his name. Britney jumped out of his bed enthusiastically, grabbed the paper, and placed it in her backpack. These rules really showed just how hellish these next few weeks were going to be. He knew he had no way out. Either he suffered under her ass or suffered under his mother’s iron fist. -_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_ 30 Minutes later _--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_- “Oooh I just love having all this power!” Said Britney, making Ryan struggle against his binds. Britney used the tape she found in Ryan’s top dresser drawer to tape him to his chair, making him unable to move his arms. He was pissed at her optimism towards torturing him, but there’s nothing he can do. At least, not in this position. He was taped to a chair and she could do anything to him. “I have an idea; let’s play a little game to commemorate this tremendous occasion!” She said cheerfully. She plopped her butt down on Ryan’s turned up face, making him grunt as he had to adjust his breath. “You’re sooo comfy from this position..” She said, making Ryan cringe. She chose the same sitting position as she did while writing the rule list, meaning he was able to breathe through his nose only. The fart stench died down from an hour prior, mostly because he sniffed it all out while trying to breathe. “Anyway, here’s the game. For every 10 copy/pasted questions I find in your search history, I’ll fart!”. Ryan fearfully began thrashing against his binds. He was hoping for a grace period of just facesitting at least, so to hear that they were going directly into face farting scared him. His struggling didn’t really mean much though, as his chair was heavy. Pairing that up with his shortstack cousin leaning ass-first against his nose to restrict his already limited breathing, his pointless struggling died down quickly. “That’s what I thought.” She said acutely. “Try that again and I’ll take my fucking pants off.” That was enough to get Ryan to quit at first. “Hmm let’s see… Oh! There’s 10 right off the bat!” She exclaimed. Despite knowing how pointless it was, Ryan began flailing again. He knew she would pass gas inevitably, yet he was still so hesitant to try and deal with it. “Do you wanna see me in my panties until dinner?” She said in response. Ryan, obviously not wanting that, stopped again. Without a word afterward, Ryan felt her butt push out a little in the center. He knew he was in the danger zone as his upper lip was receiving the most of that push. ~BFRAABT~ A quick burst of gas attacked his nasal passage pretty quick. His nose burned from the new stench. Smelling it in the air was already sickening, but having it shot up his nose point blank was a horrendously unpleasant surprise. He began thrashing against his binds again, this time more ruthlessly. It was much different than what he experienced earlier. The stench shot up his nose quickly despite exhaling when she released it. Between his nose and her asshole was a pocket of space and her pants. That space soon became contaminated by a raw, sickeningly moist atmosphere of stink. Her jean shorts held a nauseating warmth, both making Ryan uncomfortable. Of course he began to flail again, but Britney,contrary to her past attitude, wasn’t bothered by it. She just kept scrolling, knowing her cousin was not enjoying it. That alone was more than pleasant. “Ooh another 10! You know what that meaaans…” ~BLORT~ Another quick shot of gas hit him. It smelled like the last one, but he certainly hasn’t gotten used to it. “MMPHH!” He made an attempt at yelling, but it was muffled by Britney’s jean-covered taint. Without alarming Ryan this time, she released another fart. ~pffffp..~ While not quite a SBD, it still stunk. It didn’t hold the nuclear power of one, but of course it wasn’t pleasant at point blank. The fart bubbled a bit at the end. The noise alone was enough to make Ryan shudder, but the stink it produced was more than enough as well. While Ryan didn’t flail as much, he did jolt from the recent emission. She had released 6 farts in the first minute. Unfortunately for her, Ryan wasn’t struggling nearly as much as he was during the first 2 farts. Plus, she was running low on gas. She didn’t eat before coming here so she was nearly empty. She needed some food to continue the torture. After another 10 minutes of sitting on his face, she stood up, allowing Ryan to take a breath. He gasped for the freshest air he could acquire in the short space near the ground. Despite not lasting very long, it felt like an hour for Ryan. Plus the stench was still lingering in his nasal passage, still stinging him from the inside of his head. “I’m not done with you yet.” Britney said with a harsher tone than before. She was disappointed in her output hoping to draw out another 20 minutes or so. “Since I can’t fart right now, I get to sit on your face without pants!” Returning her face back to her malefic smirk, she began to pull down her pants. Ryan thrashed again, this time going into full rebellion mode. “You stay the fuck away from me you psycho!” He yelled. Britney, overwhelmed with the lust of torturing her cousin, ignored his ‘polite request’, dropping her pants. Her panties were a lime green color, catching Ryan’s eyes quickly. He began to shudder harder when she approached. “DUDE PLEASE STOP!” He screamed again. He looked back up at her face and noticed her eyes had unnaturally changed. Her pupils were MASSIVE and her smile held a weird, horrifying aura. Before he knew it, she shuffled over with her pants around her ankles and her pantied ass was hovering over his head. Ryan thrashed against the binds again. He noticed how weirdly damp her crack was, probably from the heat in the room but more than likely from the farts. Before she could do anything, she was cut off. “DINNER”, called Beth from the kitchen. Despite the sun being out, it was already dinner time. Britney was so used to it being dark outside for her dinnertime so her weird trance broke. Ryan, relieved of this, exhaled. He just escaped for a short period of time. Defeated, Britney cut the tape off. Ryan’s wrists were red from the struggling but at least his hands had enough circulation to stay regular. While trying to get up, Britney pushed him into his chair. She hopped on his lap straddling him again. She shoved her hand into his collarbone and held him down with surprising amounts of strength. “Again, I’m not fucking done with you yet.” She grumbled out, inducing Ryan with fear. And like a flip of a coin, her facial expression transformed from a horrifying face of lust to a bubbly smile and her eyes with less of a lustful abyss. She got up and jogged to the door, unlocked it, and hopped downstairs. Ryan, left feeling strangely hollow and anxious from her last remark. He knew she wasn’t done with him. She hadn’t even started on his work, and he signed that contract… … Wait.. The contract! He rushed up and grabbed her backpack, unzipping it and finding the contract he had signed. Without a second thought he pulled it out of the folder and put it in his sock drawer, folded neatly inside one of his socks. Zipping her backpack back up, he left the room. His plan was to show it to his mother when the time was right. If Britney tattled on him, he’d show her the torment he made him sign up for. -_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_ 5 Minutes later _--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_- “So Britney told me that you needed help with your work.” Beth said, making Ryan pause his eating. Looking up, his mother had a smile on her face. “I’m glad that you got around your inability to converse with people, and I’m proud that you're finally asking for help!” The brunette finished, stuffing a meatball in her mouth. Ryan was relieved to hear that last part, knowing Britney didn’t rat him out immediately. “Man this spaghetti is the bomb! Thanks for supper Beth, I forgot to eat before coming here so my tank was feeling empty.” She said, glancing at Ryan before looking back at Beth with a smile. Ryan didn’t see the glance as he was taking a sip of water, but that didn’t stop him from feeling it in his soul. Unsurprisingly, he didn’t take it positively, but said nothing and continued eating. “Oh dear, really? “ said Beth with concern. “If I knew that I would’ve stopped by for some fast food or something..” Ryan felt nice hearing that as it could have been way worse, but that soon made him realize that what he was smelling earlier was her at her lowest. Now that she was eating meaty, gluten laten pasta with peppers, this night would more than definitely be hellish. If enduring 5 face farts wasn’t fun for him, he could soon be enduring way more, and they are definitely going to be stinkier. Ryan could already feel a sinister prediction brewing up in his mind about how this night was going to be while walking up the steps, the girls still eating. The 5th rule on the contract stated that he had to be bound to her ass while she slept. Considering how she taped him to the chair, he was afraid of how he’d be bound directly to the source of his personal hell. Plus that little tidbit at the end with how she farts in her sleep… He really didn’t want to think about it. Secondly was his overarching fear of how bad they’d be now. He was enduring her weakest farts more than likely and really didn’t enjoy the prospect of smelling some powerful ones up close. He really had to make sure that she didn’t discover her missing contract. Hopefully she would forget about it… high hopes for sure. Getting back in his room, he noticed another piece of paper on the desk. Shaking the mouse to wake up the screen, he noticed just how far down she’d gotten on the search history. Looking at the paper though, he shook. There was a list of tally marks, and there were a lot of them. Counting, he noticed that there were 24 lines, meaning he’s probably got 24 farts to sniff tonight. That is unless she just decided to start drawing tally marks, which is obviously false. *Click* The light from the hallway disappeared out of his peripheral vision and things got quieter. Looking to his left, he saw that hellspawn that was Britney, locking the door while leering at him with a smile. A sick and twisted smile, Ryan learned. He put down the paper and walked back a bit, showing caution in an attempt to demonstrate his fear. Unfortunately for him, that is exactly what she lusted for. Once the door was locked, she put her hands on the button of her jean shorts. Ryan knew what this meant, but there was nothing he could do about it. He was locked in a room with his sadist cousin who is obviously attracted to the prospect of somebody huffing her farts against their will, with nowhere to run. And even if he managed to escape, she would go right downstairs and tell Beth, figuratively screwing Ryan. “On your knees, now.” She commanded. Ryan dropped to his knees, but also on his elbows. Putting his hands together to plead, he began begging. “Please PLEASE don’t make me sniff 24 farts.. I’ll do anything, please!” Whimpered Ryan, fear of an inevitable gas-out session clouding his mind. Britney didn’t care though, and growled out “On your KNEES, not your elbows. Do it now.” Saddened by his pathetic attempt at gaining sympathy, he got back up to his knees, feeling a tear welling in his eyes. It’s been so long since somebody talked down to him like that, he felt like he was being treated as an object. Britney dropped her jean shorts again, this time kicking them off into the corner of the room. “Stay right there. If you move, the panties come off as well~” She taunted, most likely truthfully. Ryan sat on his knees for about 30 minutes, watching Britney pull shoestrings out of all of his shoes and out of his dresser drawer, which had a lot of them for some reason. She wove them in a weird way before taping them completely and tying them to the end of his bed. She somehow made it to where you could loosen them, like weird cuffs. They could be tightened around the bed posts as well. Ryan got an idea of what they were for; keeping him locked up. He began to shudder again thinking of what she’d be doing to him with binds that reinforced. She then started weaving a pair of what appeared to be cuffs. That made Ryan tremble even more. Finally, she started on a really long rope. She left a loop at the end of them, signifying that a lock or something would be put there or something. After about an hour, she finished weaving shoelaces and tape, creating multiple rope-like objects to keep somebody from ever escaping. Somebody, of course, being Ryan. ~grrrrggrggmmm~ Britney looked down at her stomach, holding it with her hands. It had bloated a little bit, sticking out about 2 inches. He stared at it with a terrified expression, knowing what that noise meant. She looked at him with that same lusting glare, cutting into any confidence he could’ve possibly had going into this dreadful night. “Awww you didn’t move from that position.. I was hoping you would..” She tormented him. He forgot about that, but at least some part of him didn’t. “Alright, get up and lay on your stomach.” She commanded, patting the bed. Ryan did that hesitantly, but still without arguing. He was in no position to do that. Getting up on the bed, Britney pushed him flat on the bed. His legs hung off the end significantly, his feet able to touch the floor. She then locked his legs up with the bedpost shackles, being locked around his thighs. He was able to kick his legs up, but to no avail. “Arms behind your back.” She commanded again, getting as she asked as Ryan did just that. Using the cuffs, she locked his hands behind his back. He was now nearly immobile, until she pulled out the big rope. She wrapped it under the bed and nearly over his back. It was just short enough to not connect, but she pulled them together. *click* He felt pressure on his back when he heard that noise. Looking over his shoulder, he saw a fucking PADLOCK on the rope, along with the key in her hand. Britney giggled loudly seeing how distressed Ryan was with this information, as he began to lunge forward. That did nothing to benefit him though, he was completely bolted to his bed. He started to cry a little. He was mildly cleithrophobic, so being stuck with a sadistic soon-to-be fart machine was one of the scariest things he could imagine. And something that made that fear worse was- ~GGRRRGRGGMMMMBB~ “Ooooh, looks like my ass is ready~” gibed Britney, making Ryan go ballistic. Before he could start screaming more plea’s, he felt an abrupt shove on the back of his head into his mattress. He was silenced as the force of his cousin's weirdly powerful physical strength smothered him in his mattress. He then saw the light come back a moment later, but that vision was made up for, as she put her sock in his mouth and taped his mouth shut. “MMMMPHHH!!!” Ryan screamed, shocked. The sock tasted bad but not overwhelmingly so. Still though, it was further than he appreciated. “Shut up, at least it’s not my panties.” She responded, crawling passed his head. Then throwing her right, sockless foot over Ryan’s head and laying on her belly, she began to back up a little. Ryan started shaking his head disapprovingly, viciously, and uselessly, as she backed up until her butt was touching his head. His nose was touching her crotch a little, but it was mostly on her taint. That all changed when she grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head up, backing up, and letting go. Now her ass was full of her cousin’s terrified face. She was essentially finished with the setup, all she needed was a blanket to throw over the both of them to exceed the torture. Ryan, as opposed to Britney (minus the cramping stomach), was enduring the worst experience of his life so far. All he could smell with the strong breaths he was forced to take was a pair of panties soaked with ass sweat, along with the ass itself. It was an awful smell, and he swore he could STILL smell the farts that she cracked off earlier. Man, they sure did linger. She was like a weird skunk girl without the fur and tail. “Hey Ryan, hand me the blanket.” She said. Of course he couldn’t though, as his arms were bound behind his back. He responded with a muffled ‘how?’, with no use. “Do you want me to fart right now?? Grab the blanket!” She commanded, knowing well and truly he really couldn’t. He muffled a scream in response, not knowing how else to respond. His anticipated fears came sooner than he hoped though, as he could feel the center of her ass begin to push out. His nose was RIGHT on the danger spot as well, so all he could do was close his eyes and pray he could endure what was coming next… ~PFFFBBRAPPT~ … and it’s safe to say that he really could not. The smell was absolutely ungodly, packing a lethal punch of digested meat, beans, and the spice of a pepper. It was all injected up his nose and he felt like his nose hairs were being incinerated. He began to jerk repeatedly into another one of his rampages, flailing his entire body uselessly as the binds kept him locked into his cousin’s nuclear ass. “Now, be a good boy and grab the blanket so I can dutch oven you.” She told him, making him scream again only to be muffled by her reeking bottom. She could make out a couple of profound statements from his response which made her snicker a little. ~PFFFFFfffffff..~ Off another bomb went into Ryan’s already tortured nostrils, making his eyes water crazily. He never expected her farts to be this horrendous. At this point he was willing to go straight to his mom and tell her that he cheated on his assignments. The almost SBD made him choke like crazy, causing him to retch. This was a mistake though, as every time he did, he was forced to suck in more air which was made toxic by Britney’s ass. “I’ll give you ONE more chance. Give me the blanket, or I’ll give you a tan line with this next one.” She commanded evilly, wiggling her butt from side to side, leading Ryan’s face along with it. Ryan, losing his sanity and his respiratory system to this pungent, plant wilting stench, began to cry. He couldn’t take it anymore and sobbed a lot, making Britney laugh loudly at his expense. “Ohh, I’m staring at it. Thanks for telling me, crybaby~” She tormented him once again, making him seethe behind his tears. After that torturous joke, Ryan’s vision was covered by darkness as the blanket whisked over his head. The lamplight was gone and his entire world was nauseatingly smelly darkness. *yawn* “Well fart-face, I’m beat. Try not to die!” Said Britney, to no use of Ryan as he would’ve preferred that. Hearing the lamp click off, he knew the worst few weeks of his life was beginning right now. Ryan, struggling for a clear breath due to the blanket, began sniffing as much as he could. Even after having 2 bombs shot up his nose, each sniff was terrible and made him queasy. ~PFFBORT~ Another fart shot up his nose. It smelled like the last 2 making him squirm in his binds. It was pointless though, as his bed was pretty well built allowing for him to thrash about and still not move it. He was stuck, inhaling fart after fart. ~pfffflblblblblbbt~ A nasty, wet one spread around his face, stinging his eyes and moistening his nose. It was not making getting a breath any easier. ~PFFOOT~ ~PFFRAAPT~ ~PFBBBBBBBT~ Many more shot out, the most recent emission gatling-gunning down his nose and making him jerk around. He wasn’t used to any of these at all yet, and he doubted he ever would be. ~ssssss~ Among all the negative things he felt from that SBD, he could also feel his face being pulled around. It was apparent that the burning hot hisser she just released up his nasal passage burned her butthole. He could feel himself tearing up again, as that was particularly horrific. His nose tried to produce mucus but the nuclear force of her butt evaporated it. ~BFFFBORRAAAAAPT!~ That loud ripper also made her move around a bit, which of course pulled Ryan with her sweat-drenched buttcheeks. It smelled way stronger than the first few, but wasn’t nearly as horrific as the SBD she unleashed moments prior. ~fffFFFFFROORAAPTTTSSSssssss…~ Then she cracked one off that blew all the other ones out of the water. It started off by filling his nostrils, smothering him, then shifted into an SBD that made him tear up even more. After a while he began to slow down his breathing, as he was forced to inhale pints of methane that could wilt a plant. He noticed this and began to inhale again. All the perfect for… ~ssSSSSRAAAPTTT!~ In the midst of a sharp inhale, he accidentally sucked a sharp one straight from her ass. The experience of perfectly sucking it up was so overwhelming for him. He screamed into her ass, which was muffled completely unfortunately for him. During her moving in her sleep, she wedgied herself causing Ryan’s nose to get sucked into her buttcrack perfectly, making it nearly impossible for him to get air. ~PFFT~ Whereas the other ones could spread out a bit, that small fart along with the god-killer he received earlier was too much for him to handle. He gagged so profusely and was so nauseous that he vomited in his mouth, but the sock forced it down, along with the air plowing through his nose from her most recent fart- ~PBBBBBBBBLLOOORT~ ~BFRRRABT~ ~SPPpppPPLLRRT~ ~BRAFFPPppppp..~ ~PSSSsssshh..~ He vomited again, not being able to handle it. Her asshole produced so many rank smells that he couldn’t take it. His head started to go spacey… ~sssssssssshhh…~ One more SBD is what it took, and he eventually passed out from the mind-melting fart. She released many more, and he knew she did. He may have been shut off, but he could still smell the farts. It’s all he could smell, as he was left in a tormentful dutch oven for more than 7 hours…