In a small, international town a very sexy Asian woman, Tenshi, sits naked on her balcony; she smokes a cigarette and looks down at the people below, walking like ants, tight knit and no room to breathe.
She spits freely off the side and watches confused walkers look around briefly before being swept away in a crowd. She tosses a lit cigarette, it likely burns someone, as she enters the flat she shares with an attractive Indian woman, Rai, who sits, also naked on the fur couch, listening to music.
“You know, Ten?”
“Yes, Rai?”
“We really must bottle and sell our gas; it is so plentiful.” She farts, long a deep; a smile forms on Tenshi’s face with each passing second of Rai passing her glorious, gas that created heat lines around her waist as she regally fanned the fumes from her face.
“This is a great idea! I fear though, we cannot do this ourselves; we must get someone.”
“Indeed, someone most pathetic; a slave…to abuse and push our gas on the people.”
“This is indeed a wonderful plan my sister.”
“Yes, I look forward to it.”
Rai hid behind the large, slightly ajar gates of their compound; she waited for someone to pass.
At last, in her view is a young man; looking poor, depressed…and truly pathetic.
As he passes the open gate, Rai’s arms reach out and she grabs the boy; quickly she rips a raunchy fart into her hand and cups it around the poor boy’s face. He struggles, tries to yell but no one hears. In seconds, his eye’s roll back and he’s out like a light from the atrocious smell. Rai sniffs her hand casually and draws back a little before deeply enjoying the odor and laughing.
The boy’s eyes fluttered awake as he slowly rose from the ground; his hazy eyes just barely made out the two naked beauties greedily and happily dining on some sort of feast; a soft smile formed on his face.
Tenshi looks over and notices, “Rai, the boy is awake.”
Rai looks too, she smiles wide, wipes the bean sauce from the edges of her mouth and stands, approaching the boy.
“Hello my dear boy, you must be afraid…though, certainly you don’t look it.”
The boy is in a bit of shock, staring at two beauties in their fullest form, “Pardon me, I merely just am shaken by your awe inspiring looks, you each look like a royal princess.”
Rai laughs; Tenshi asks, “Are you drunk dear boy?” She shakes his head around.
“Still, good to see you know beauty when you see it,” Rai finally responds, throwing the pubescent boy a bone. “Surely then you will do as we ask?”
“Of course, anything; what would you have me do?” The boy asked eagerly.
“Oh my dear, well, this is a unique position; we need someone to help us sell our gasses to the people.”
“I…I’m not sure I understand; buying farts?”
“Indeed, if you must be so crass, yes; it seems all you’re likely capable of.”
She smiles when he is clearly disappointed in not living up to her expectations; she had him in her hand like clay and she loved molding soft mounds.
“So you’ll be doing the selling.”
“…Yeh…yes.” He hesitates, the individuality slowly draining from him.
“As your reward, you will get a share of the product.”
“I don’t know…”
“Of course, my simple minded boy; I know you don’t understand…but it’ll be so clear,” Rai jerks his head to the left and there is the pressed-together cheeks of Tenshi; primed and ready.
Rai presses the boy’s head into Tenshi’s crack and within seconds his head is fumigated with a dark, thick gas that brings tears to his eyes, he chokes on horrid fart air, and gags out for oxygen as he is pumped full of gas and ass smell. Tenshi giggles, feeling the tormented air of the victim pulsing at her anus; frantic, desperate. Beautiful.
Hands, shifting, clutching, grabbing at the back of the boys head; Tenshi pulls his hair and his face suction cups from her ass. He pants and gasps, fighting, pushing before his head is submerged now in Rai’s ass.
The scent, already so potent, so deep; then a long, flapping fart rushes up the boy’s nostrils and he screams out audible, tortured my the noxious gas and dying for oxygen, freedom; the chance to just go back and never have done this but with each inhale of gas that enters his body, that slowly drifts away into nothingness. He passes out.
The young man lies still on the floor as his eyes cut through the haze; he watches the two delighted girls, naked, squatting over jars and farting long and deeply into them until a nearly green gas showed in the bottle. They capped it and set it aside, grabbing another bottle. He passed out again.
A rich, strong, then rancid aroma assaults the boy’s nose and he wakes up frantically, ramming his head into the glass jar the girl’s hold just under his nose; they laugh, a fart escapes one of them.
“That is so good; people will love these,” Tenshi says.
“Yes, and the longer they are sealed, the more potent them become; is that not right, my young boy?” Rai asks.
He looks at her, in anger and fear at the same time.
“Answer me, my dear,” Rai demands.
“Yes,” the boy says, shortly.
“Oh, I don’t think I like that tone; should I open another jar for you?” Rai asks, kindly; as if it was a favor and a delight.
He shakes his head frantically.
“No? Oh, perhaps you’d like it straight from the source?”
Even more frantically he shakes his head, it looks as though it will fall off.
“Then you will gather these jars, take them outside and sell them. You will bring back the money to us and then you will wait for further instruction; do you understand this dog?”
“Yes princess.”
“Good choice my dear boy.”
In the street, the boy holds a tray with a strap he wears around his neck. It’s marked ‘Gas Jars.’
Men came by, most thought it to be an incorrect spelling but had no further interest. One opened the jar; as the smell hit him, he recoiled back then punched the boy direct in his exposed stomach. He doubled over in pain, dropping and breaking two jars; the smell deep and rich and, worst of all, very near his face as he struggled to make it back to his feet.
A young boy came and opened three jars before he kicked him in the shin to send him away, the smell was powerful again; those around me angered.
A beautiful woman came by sometime later, her face was covered in shadow but her smirk apparent.
“How smelly are these fart jars boy?”
“Very, deeply; most potent, trust me.” The boy, knowing and eager to make a sale with an obviously interested party.
She reached for the boys head and pulled it down to her ass. She buried it deep and then released a nine second fart for the boy to enjoy, she grasped and fondled his ears as he was forced to endure her monster fart.
“Is it worse than that?”
The boy fell backwards, unconscious; all the fart jars broken around him but unmatched to the deep, dark smell already living in his nostrils.
As the dark night fell, the women grew impatient.
Finally, the boy stumbled in; dirty, broken, with an empty tray.
The women played oblivious, “Oh my, you sold all the jars?!” Rai asked, excitedly, happily.
“Oh, I…no.”
“What do you mean no? Where’s our jars then?” Tenshi asked.
“Most broken…I fell when a boy opened some jars,” he said, hesitantly; not wanting to mention the other woman for fear of enraging them.
“Broken?! Why you incompetent worm! How much did you make?!” Rai asked, angrily.
“Wh…nothing princess.”
“How dare you enter this home with nothing!” Tenshi responded quickly.
“There’s nothing I could…”
“Enough,” Rai stopped him. “No excuses.”
Rai stood and approached him, her naked body gleaming in the fluorescent light of the room.
“Well tomorrow you’ll try harder,” her eyes pierced him and he nodded with her, as if in a trance. “For now though, you must be punished.”
She grasps his neck lightly, “Ten, would you care for a movie tonight?”
“Oh, yes! That’d be great Rai!”
“Excellent,” Rai says, dragging the boy into the couch. “Enjoy the night boy; if you’re lucky, I’ll put you in the bed as well.”
Together, Rai and Tenshi laughed as they took seats on the couch, pulling out the cover to allow their naked butts to hover precariously, odoriferously over the young boy. They ripped repeatedly, relentlessly for hours until the boy was deep, deep in submission; choking on the rancid air they continually pumped into his tiny hovel that he’d get to know so well in the coming years.