A stinky surprise | SCAT AND FART | MATURE ( not for all ages )

: ~ Chapter one, story one; Gassy tutor ( PART 2 )~ :

I always include a random fart image i usually found on the web in the first part of my stories. So, enjoy the vivid imagery i suppose.
WARNING: ( CW )
If you could not tell by the title, or if you're just straight up oblivious, this is scat. Shit and fart, although maybe a little bit of piss included.

SOME CHAPTERS WILL INCLUDE VORE (i enjoy writing vore more than writing fart and scat, if im completely honest. There will always be warnings though, and in this story there will ONLY be poop and farts.)
The farts? Forced, and not liked by the sniffer.
TW:
Kidnapping

Copy and pasting these same rules because there is no way im re-writing that.
1090 words is a ritual now!!

First person —
The 'trunk' i was supposedly in smelt dank, as said before, and when i felt a hard turn that sped up down the rest of the road, i knew we were on Savannah's home road, and i was about to experience one that nobody else has most likely ever experienced before. I felt my hands tied up still and they were so sore i could feel the pain of it. They were bent back and were touching my ass, so i was cramped and uncomfortable, attempting to shut my eyes and trying to scream through muffled duct tape that wouldn't even budge a sound. Not even a whimper. When the car stopped, i felt a shiver through my body. What was going to happen and was i okay? How long will i be here? I shut my eyes and attempted to hear what was going on in my surroundings to comfort me but really, it just mad it worse. "Ahh, im home at-last," i heard Savannah say. From the way she said it, i knew she wore a smile on her face. I couldn't hear traffic or anyone nearby, so i just shut my eyes and made myself less tense and shut my eyes as gently as i could. I heard the car door open, and then i heard another door open which i can only presume is the trunk i was in. And if it wasn't the trunk, it was the backseat of the car. "Alisa, are you still awake?" I could feel the sweat twinkle down my face. "I don't think she is, so i'll just take her inside." The bag was stinking and it was now sticking to me due to the amount of sweat i had let out. She carried me bridal style, and unloaded me onto what seemed to be a chair. I could feel the swift bag fall from over me, and the scent slowly faded away. Maybe it was just the inside of the bag and not me. Five minutes later i pretended i'd just woke and looked around as shocked as i could. "Alisa! So glad you woke!" "Savannah..?" "Yes, yes, yes; Savannah indeed!" She shout, boastful about it. "Savanna..w..why did you take me here?"
It took a good moment for her to respond to that, but just as she was about to answer, i smelt that something that was cooking made a scent through the air, and she followed it to what i assume to be her kitchen. I attempted to untie the ties on my wrist and legs, but it turned out to be no use. I'd already taken off the duct tape on my mouth earlier. I seemed weak earlier but all i did was bite it and spit it out on the floor. Savannah came back, quicker than expected. I am... bewildered, since it took her that quick to eat breakfast. I saw her slip her panties off and my face made more sweat. She approached me and i darted my eyes. She wiped my face off but, as soon as she did, she sat down on my face again. This time, they were much worse than the last. She had eaten quickly and it ran out quickly. Tons of shit came pouring out of her asshole and i almost managed to keep my mouth closed but i thought maybe to try screaming at the worst point. I opened my mouth— and immediately— it got filled with the most disgusting substance on the earth at this point. I wanted to cough and scream but i could only be silenced by her disgusting farts. PGHLTT, BPHHLTT, HPHHTL, and moan after moan after moan i kept on wanting to push her off of me but every-time i moved my legs to signal i wanted her off she only moved her ass closer to my face until i had to bare the retched smell of her asshole. I wanted to scream again but she let out a load of long, wet, bubbly farts that stunk and tasted worse than the shit that had stuffed me.

Alisa coughed and lot more and sniffed on accident. As she had thought, it smelt terrible and she wished she didn't have to ever be the one who had to go through this. If she were to choose her or another person, she would definitely choose the other person. Shes never been the type to care for others, anyways. The more farts she sniffed the more she was close to regurgitating. She sniffed and sniffed a lot so maybe she would let her go after being so good. But only the future could tell if she would ever be let loose and let go to live the rest of her life as a stressed twenty-three year old lawyer in the making. Would it end here, or would she just stay with her, sniffing the farts everyday, having to endure it, the disgusting meal that only pigs would dare to feast.
Even with this new disgusting medicine she had to taste and drink everyday, she noticed how she began to become prone to it. To the farts and shit that ran down her throat.

Everyday she pondered if she'd ever make it out with these blasts of dirty farts. These disgusting pieces of shit she'd soon realize would last awhile. A great big portion of her whole entire life. She sat there on the chair with sore legs and sore thighs and sore arms and sore everything. Would she even live to tell this drastic story? Maybe.

Word Count : 1090
Ultimate word count ( for the entire story) : UNKNOWN, NOT FINISHED YET

Written 11/4/22, completed ?/?/23.
^^ such is based off of my motivation.