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Chapter 6
Sam was waiting patiently in her room.
It was the following evening after group therapy,
and she was waiting for Dr Joy Blythe to come give her another dose from her lovely round ass.
The door to the room finally swooshed open, and in walked the stunningly beautiful Joy.
"I felt we made a nice bit of progress with you at today's session."
Joy complimented Sam.
"Thank you."
Sam thanked with a little smile.
She noticed Joy had changed out of her work clothes. She was now wearing a lovely flowery red dress with nice black heels. Her beautiful plump breasts were barely being contained in the dress. She even had her long brown hair flowing down her shoulders.
She still had her fashionable red glasses on.
She noticed Sam was checking her out.
"Do you like my outfit?"
Joy asked, gently patting her hands down the sides of her dress.
"Yeah, you look really nice."
Sam complimented her.
"Thank you. I figured I should look my best when I go to meet your girlfriend soon."
Joy told her.
"Oh, so she wants to meet with you then?"
Sam queried.
"Yes, she seemed really eager to have a good chat with me.
We spoke at length yesterday about you,
and so she was more than happy to have me round for a nice cup of tea."
Joy replied.
"Just between us girls, I think there'll be more than tea being drunk!"
Joy winked at Sam before grinning with a warm chuckle.
"Oh..."
Sam sighed, a little prick of jealousy poked in her stomach.
"Anyway, enough girly chit-chat. Let's get on with administering your dosage of gas."
Joy beamed.
"Yes, doctor."
Sam sighed and slid off her bed, kneeling onto her knees.
Joy turned around, and lifted the lower half of her skirt up above her thighs.
"See how much easier this is when you cooperate, Samantha?"
Joy asked as she hitched her skirt up further,
halfway up her bumcheeks revealing the lower half of her lovely big round ass.
She was wearing a black thong, the thin fabric of which was lost between her cheeks.
"Yes, doctor, I do."
Sam submissively agreed as she crawled the very short distance forward,
guiding her nose into the awaiting canyon of Joy's ass.
She pressed her nose up against the hot little bit of fabric of Joy's thong,
and sniffed the wonderfully sweet dark aromatic smell.
She sighed happily at the smell.
"There's a good girl. You're so much more better behaved now than you was 2 days ago."
Joy complimented Sam.
"Thank you."
Sam thanked as she sniffed.
"I shall tell Hannah about your good behaviour later, she'll be best pleased to know that."
Joy revealed.
"Thank you. I was wondering, since I've been such a good patient,
could I please talk to Hannah sometime? If its ok with you?"
Sam suddenly asked, she moved her nose back a little from Joy's asshole.
"Oh? Well you know that is against the rules, Samantha. I'm afraid I can't allow that."
Joy shot her down.
"Please? I'll continue to be so good and well behaved for you, I just need to talk to her.
Just for a few minutes, that's all I'm asking for. Please?"
Sam pleaded.
Joy paused to think and sighed in hesitance.
"Continue to behave well for me, and-"
Joy suddenly paused and reached back, grabbing Sam's hair and pushed her face back into her ass.
*PFFFLBLBLFFTTTT*
She blew a nice rumbly warm fart onto Sam's face.
Sam closed her eyes, and sniffed in the strong musky-smelling warm air.
"-and we'll have this discussion next week."
Joy sighed and told her.
"Next week? Please I want to talk to her sooner than that..."
Sam softly moaned.
"We'll discuss it next week."
Joy sternly told her.
She then turned around and ordered Sam to sit on her bed.
Sam, who was now looking really dejected, obeyed and got up off her knees,
and sat down onto her bed.
"I'll tell her you said 'hi' when I see her real soon. Ok?"
Joy asked.
"Ok..."
Sam groaned and looked down to the floor.
"Now where are your manners? You should be thankful when I fart in your face."
Joy lectured.
Sam looked up at her.
"Thank you. Thank you for farting in my face."
Sam thanked.
"That's better."
Joy smiled, she then took out a small bottle of perfume from her purse and sprayed some on her.
"Don't think your Hannah would appreciate it if I showed up at her place stinking of farts!"
Joy playfully stated before she then headed off out the room.
Sam just sighed and sniffed in the odd mix of sweet perfume and the musky scent of Joy's fart.
Chapter 7
A long slow week passed by.
Sam had been eagerly counting down the days.
The only part of the day where the time would flash by,
was during the hour she had of sniffing one of the volunteer's ass.
She had smelt 6 different women's asses throughout the week,
and also of course she kept having a sniff of that familiar smell of Joy's ass and her farts.
Group therapy would always drag along, and didn't seem to do much for Sam.
Still at least it gave her a chance to briefly speak with her young friend, Claire.
Finally, she was alone with Dr Blythe about to receive her daily dose.
"So, Dr Blythe? Have you thought about it?"
Sam asked as Joy walked into her room, with Sam sitting on her bed.
"Thought about what, Samantha?"
Joy asked as she checked her notes on her clipboard.
She was wearing her usual work outfit, of a black blazer and black pencil skirt.
The only difference was she was wearing a women's white button shirt under her jacket.
"About me talking to my Hannah?"
Sam reminded her.
"Oh that. Sure, I thought about it."
Joy looked up from her clipboard as she spoke.
"Well? I've been a very good obedient patient, haven't I? May I please speak to her soon?"
Sam asked, an air of desperation hanged around her words.
Joy tightened her red glossy lips.
"I'm afraid not, Ms Jones. I just can't allow you to do that."
Joy replied.
"What? B-b-but I've been so well behaved. Please?"
Sam was in shock, her lip began to quiver.
"Yes, and that is to be expected of you, young lady, to behave yourself.
I can't go rewarding patients for doing what they are supposed to do.
What kind of message does that send out?"
Joy explained.
"I-I-I just really miss her... Please, I really need to speak with her..."
Tears began to well up in Sam's eyes.
"No."
Joy shook her head.
"Please...?"
Sam continued to plead.
"I'll just give you your dose and leave you to your thoughts."
Joy said, changing the subject.
She turned around, ready to assume the position for Sam to sniff her ass.
Sam stayed sat on her bed though.
"Come on. Just sniff up my fart and I'll leave you alone."
Joy instructed.
Sam stayed sat on her bed.
"Have you gone deaf? I told you to come sniff my fart, so get over here and sniff it."
Joy ordered her, now getting impatient.
"Why should I? Let me talk to my girl and I'll do as you say."
Sam defied and folded her arms.
Her sadness turning into anger.
Joy turned around, facing Sam, realising she isn't going to budge.
"Was that your attempt at bartering with me, young lady? I'll give you one final chance,
either you get on your knees and stick your dirty little nose into my arse,
or I shall get my lovely orderlies to stick it in there for you. Which do you prefer?"
Joy threatened.
"Just leave me alone."
Sam huffed and turned around. She laid onto the bed, on her side, and hugged her knees.
"Very well. Have it your way."
Joy smirked and pressed the little alarm button on her passkey.
Within seconds the 2 burly orderlies marched in.
"Brenda, Wanda, this silly tart here is refusing to stick her nose up my arse,
you know what to do."
Joy informed them.
"I've been looking forward to this!"
Brenda - the short spiky black haired one - gleamed and rubbed her hands together.
Sam quickly turned around and sat up just as the 2 butch bullies advanced on her.
Brenda wrapped her arm around Sam's neck and pulled her into a headlock.
"Agh! Let go!"
Sam yelled as Wanda grabbed her calves and yanked her up,
before slamming her butt down onto the floor off of the bed.
"Fuck off! You're fucking hurting me!"
Sam cried out as Brenda, who still had the headlock held on tight,
wrestled her down and turned her over onto her stomach.
Wanda grabbed Sam's arms and pulled them hard behind her back.
She was so rough that she almost pulled Sam's arms out of the shoulder socket.
She didn't, but it still hurt her.
Wanda then sat hard on Sam's bum, and roughly held Sam's wrists together behind her back.
"Hand me your zips."
Wanda instructed Brenda,
and with her free hand Brenda pulled out a zip-tie from her pocket and handed it over to Wanda.
With Sam pinned down, Wanda wrapped the zip-tie around Sam's wrists and tied her hands together.
"Let me go! Please! You're hurting me!"
Sam continued to plead in pain.
"Good I hope it does hurt, you stupid bitch!"
Brenda taunted.
"Turn her over."
Joy instructed her hired muscle.
Brenda released Sam from the headlock,
and both her and Wanda then roughly rolled Sam onto her back.
Sam tried to struggle away from the brutes.
"Hold her still."
Joy commanded.
Brenda quickly moved her big bulky thigh over Sam's chest, and positioned her body over Sam,
sitting her big butt down hard onto her chest.
Wanda also joined Brenda on top of Sam, by sitting down hard onto her lower stomach.
Sam's strength was no match at all for the 2 heavy stocky women,
who had her pinned down helplessly.
Joy then walked over to Sam's head.
Brenda squeezed her thighs together,
catching the sides of Sam's face and head with her knees and lower thighs in a vice-like grip.
She was making sure that Sam's head remained still, as Joy then squatted down over her face.
Joy positioned her ass right over Sam's nose, and with a little push...
*FFFLBLBLBFFTTTTPPPP*
She unleashed a very warm rumbly fart over her.
The warm stifling fart covered Sam's nose completely.
She stayed sat on her for a minute.
"Breathe it all in, bitch. I'm not going to tell you again."
Joy ordered her.
Despite the pain from lying awkwardly on top of her tied up arms,
and with 2 big strong women sitting full-weight on top of her,
Joy's fart had a rather calming affect on Sam, and she did as she was told.
Breathing just through her nose, she sniffed up every bit of Joy's musky gas.
"There. Stupid tart."
Joy mocked as she then stood up.
She walked over to her clipboard, and wrote down a couple of notes.
"What shall we do with her now, ma'am?"
Brenda asked as she looked over to Joy.
"See to it that she learns from this.
Teach her a lesson in obedience and compliance.
You know what to do."
Joy commanded them before she walked out the door.
Just as the door opened, Sam looked and saw her young friend Claire standing on the other side.
She didn't know what to think, but she somewhat hoped that Claire could help her out.
Claire looked rather shocked to see Sam being pinned down like that.
"Hello, Ms Richards, your dose is scheduled shortly. Please follow me."
Joy greeted her in a calm friendly manner and instructed her.
Just before the door shut, Sam saw Claire look towards Joy,
her shocked expression turning into a pleasant smile before she followed her.
"Help..."
Sam softly exasperated in desperation.
"No one's going to help you, bitch!"
Brenda grinned menacingly.
Sam looked up and watched as she interlocked her fingers together and clicked her knuckles.
"Wait. Joy told us to stop hitting patients."
Wanda suddenly interrupted.
"Joy's not here, is she?"
Brenda chuckled.
"No, but she'll notice a pair of black eyes, won't she?"
Wanda pointed out.
"Hmm, you're right... I'll just slap her about a bit instead!"
Brenda chuckled sadistically and Wanda chuckled too.
Sam could only wince and close her eyes as Brenda raised her hand and slapped her across the cheek.
She slapped her again, and again, and again. Alternating her slaps between each hand.
She slapped her at least 15 times.
"Hey come on, Bren, that's enough. I want a turn!"
Wanda moaned in a playful voice.
"Aw can't I just punch her one time. I really want to punch the prettiness off of her face..."
Brenda whined. Sam looked up at her, with a pleading look in her teary eyes.
"No, if you punch her then that means, out of fairness, that I get to punch her as well,
and she'll have 2 black eyes then which we'd get in trouble for."
Wanda explained.
"Aww ok..."
Brenda sighed in disappointment.
Just before she got off her, Brenda clenched her knuckles into a fist,
and slowly pressed them down against the tip/bridge of Sam's nose.
"You're so fucking lucky, bitch.
I could so easily bust your pretty little nose and you wont be smelling anything for weeks!"
Brenda warned her. Sam closed her eyes as the tears strolled down her reddened cheeks,
expecting to be punched. All she got instead, was one last slap before Brenda crawled off of her.
Wanda quickly budged her butt up over Sam's stomach and sat down on her chest,
much in the same way Brenda had just been sitting on her.
"Open your eyes bitch, I want you to see my hand slapping you!"
Wanda gleefully ordered Sam.
Sam opened her eyes hesitantly.
*SMACK!*
She slapped her hard across the cheek.
Sam let out a loud groan of pain as she closed her eyes again.
Her cheeks were stinging so bad.
"Open your fucking eyes, bitch!"
Wanda ordered her.
She slapped her again for refusing to open her eyes.
"I said, open them!"
Wanda continued to impatiently order.
Sam begrudgingly and hesitantly opened her eyes.
*SMACK!*
With each slap, Wanda and Brenda would laugh cruelly at Sam.
"Have you learnt your lesson yet, bitch?"
Wanda finally asked after a few more slaps.
"Yes!"
Sam cried out.
"You sure? I still got plenty more slaps in me if you feel you need a little more revision?"
Wanda tauntingly asked.
"I've learnt my lesson! Please! No more!"
Sam cried.
"Aw, and just when I was having fun playing teacher!"
Wanda playfully remarked, making Brenda chuckle.
"Please! No more! Just get of me, please!"
Sam begged.
Wanda held her fingertips up to her nose and sniffed them.
"I think some of Joy's fart smell rubbed off this bitch's cheek onto my fingers..."
Wanda said scrunching up her nose.
"Eww dirty bitch!"
Brenda scolded Sam in disgust for having had her face farted on.
"Here, let me wash it off for ya!"
Wanda smiled and paused for a moment.
Suddenly she spat right in Sam's face.
Right between her eyes.
Sam let out a sharp groan in shock with her eyes closed tightly shut.
She could feel the nasty warm spittle drooling down the bridge of her nose and sore cheeks.
"There we go."
Wanda chuckled as she pressed the palm of her hand into the sticky mess on Sam's face,
rubbing it all in roughly until most of it absorbed into Sam's wet reddish skin.
Sam shook her head trying to wipe her face on something, anything.
She tried to rub her eyes and cheek against the white cloth-covered thighs of Wanda.
"Don't fucking wipe it on me, bitch!"
Wanda warned her, moving her thigh away slightly, just out of Sam's reach.
Sam still felt rather blinded by Wanda's spit.
"Shall I be nice and clean her face for her?"
Brenda suddenly asked.
"Go ahead."
Wanda encouraged her.
Sam couldn't see anything.
She could feel a bit of warm spit start to enter her eyes when she tried to open them,
so she kept them closed.
She could hear Brenda moving about,
and she suddenly felt a really warm bit of soft fabric cover her whole face.
Wanda started to laugh.
There was a bit of weight behind the fabric, and it suddenly dawned on Sam what was happening.
Brenda was sitting her big butt down onto her face.
Sam helplessly kicked her legs out, as the soft thick cheeks of Brenda's ass smothered her.
She started to wiggle her butt on her face too. She was so heavy, that with every wiggle,
Sam's face would move with the movement of Brenda's butt.
"There we go, I'll just wipe it off like this..."
Brenda sighed casually as Wanda continued to laugh.
*PFFFFFFFTTT*
A sudden yet almost quiet breeze of really hot stinky air rolled out of Brenda over Sam's face.
"I'm even blow-drying it too!"
Brenda joked and laughed along with Wanda.
Her fart really stunk something awful.
It was so hot and eggy, it started making Sam choke.
"Oh fuck, Bren, that reeks!"
Wanda groaned with a laugh as she pinched her nose shut.
She then clasped a hand over Sam's mouth as Brenda lifted her butt off of Sam's face,
making sure that Sam had little choice but to sniff the stinking fart in.
Sam started to choke more.
"What's the matter, bitch? I thought you disgusting fart-lovers enjoyed nice ripe ones?"
Wanda asked in a taunting tone.
Sam just groaned, desperate for fresh air.
Finally, they let up and Wanda got off of her.
Sam rolled onto her side.
Her arms had fallen asleep under all the weight and pressure bearing down hard on them.
She tried to sit up onto her knees.
"Come here, bitch."
Brenda stated as she and Wanda grabbed Sam under her armpits and lifted her up onto the bed.
They pushed her onto the bed, and Wanda took out her zip-tie
and tied Sam by the ankles to the bottom of the bed.
"Let me go..."
Sam groaned.
"Now you just be a good little fartface and lay there.
Maybe we'll release you tomorrow for your appointment with Dr Blythe."
Brenda told her.
"Yeah, maybe!"
Wanda interjected and laughed cruelly.
As Wanda headed for the door, Brenda turned around and stuck her butt out to Sam.
"Good night!"
She taunted and blew off another airy fart towards Sam.
Having said good night with her fart, she then headed out the room with Wanda,
and the door closed shut and locked.
The smell of Brenda's fart, though not as strong as sniffing it directly from the source,
still stunk up the room pretty bad. It was so hot and suffocatingly smelly,
but what could Sam do, she was tied up on the bed, and unable to pinch her nose shut.
She just had to lay there and wait for the smell to ease up, which took a good long while to do.
Needless to say, she didn't have a good night's sleep that night...
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Chapter 6
Sam was waiting patiently in her room.
It was the following evening after group therapy,
and she was waiting for Dr Joy Blythe to come give her another dose from her lovely round ass.
The door to the room finally swooshed open, and in walked the stunningly beautiful Joy.
"I felt we made a nice bit of progress with you at today's session."
Joy complimented Sam.
"Thank you."
Sam thanked with a little smile.
She noticed Joy had changed out of her work clothes. She was now wearing a lovely flowery red dress with nice black heels. Her beautiful plump breasts were barely being contained in the dress. She even had her long brown hair flowing down her shoulders.
She still had her fashionable red glasses on.
She noticed Sam was checking her out.
"Do you like my outfit?"
Joy asked, gently patting her hands down the sides of her dress.
"Yeah, you look really nice."
Sam complimented her.
"Thank you. I figured I should look my best when I go to meet your girlfriend soon."
Joy told her.
"Oh, so she wants to meet with you then?"
Sam queried.
"Yes, she seemed really eager to have a good chat with me.
We spoke at length yesterday about you,
and so she was more than happy to have me round for a nice cup of tea."
Joy replied.
"Just between us girls, I think there'll be more than tea being drunk!"
Joy winked at Sam before grinning with a warm chuckle.
"Oh..."
Sam sighed, a little prick of jealousy poked in her stomach.
"Anyway, enough girly chit-chat. Let's get on with administering your dosage of gas."
Joy beamed.
"Yes, doctor."
Sam sighed and slid off her bed, kneeling onto her knees.
Joy turned around, and lifted the lower half of her skirt up above her thighs.
"See how much easier this is when you cooperate, Samantha?"
Joy asked as she hitched her skirt up further,
halfway up her bumcheeks revealing the lower half of her lovely big round ass.
She was wearing a black thong, the thin fabric of which was lost between her cheeks.
"Yes, doctor, I do."
Sam submissively agreed as she crawled the very short distance forward,
guiding her nose into the awaiting canyon of Joy's ass.
She pressed her nose up against the hot little bit of fabric of Joy's thong,
and sniffed the wonderfully sweet dark aromatic smell.
She sighed happily at the smell.
"There's a good girl. You're so much more better behaved now than you was 2 days ago."
Joy complimented Sam.
"Thank you."
Sam thanked as she sniffed.
"I shall tell Hannah about your good behaviour later, she'll be best pleased to know that."
Joy revealed.
"Thank you. I was wondering, since I've been such a good patient,
could I please talk to Hannah sometime? If its ok with you?"
Sam suddenly asked, she moved her nose back a little from Joy's asshole.
"Oh? Well you know that is against the rules, Samantha. I'm afraid I can't allow that."
Joy shot her down.
"Please? I'll continue to be so good and well behaved for you, I just need to talk to her.
Just for a few minutes, that's all I'm asking for. Please?"
Sam pleaded.
Joy paused to think and sighed in hesitance.
"Continue to behave well for me, and-"
Joy suddenly paused and reached back, grabbing Sam's hair and pushed her face back into her ass.
*PFFFLBLBLFFTTTT*
She blew a nice rumbly warm fart onto Sam's face.
Sam closed her eyes, and sniffed in the strong musky-smelling warm air.
"-and we'll have this discussion next week."
Joy sighed and told her.
"Next week? Please I want to talk to her sooner than that..."
Sam softly moaned.
"We'll discuss it next week."
Joy sternly told her.
She then turned around and ordered Sam to sit on her bed.
Sam, who was now looking really dejected, obeyed and got up off her knees,
and sat down onto her bed.
"I'll tell her you said 'hi' when I see her real soon. Ok?"
Joy asked.
"Ok..."
Sam groaned and looked down to the floor.
"Now where are your manners? You should be thankful when I fart in your face."
Joy lectured.
Sam looked up at her.
"Thank you. Thank you for farting in my face."
Sam thanked.
"That's better."
Joy smiled, she then took out a small bottle of perfume from her purse and sprayed some on her.
"Don't think your Hannah would appreciate it if I showed up at her place stinking of farts!"
Joy playfully stated before she then headed off out the room.
Sam just sighed and sniffed in the odd mix of sweet perfume and the musky scent of Joy's fart.
Chapter 7
A long slow week passed by.
Sam had been eagerly counting down the days.
The only part of the day where the time would flash by,
was during the hour she had of sniffing one of the volunteer's ass.
She had smelt 6 different women's asses throughout the week,
and also of course she kept having a sniff of that familiar smell of Joy's ass and her farts.
Group therapy would always drag along, and didn't seem to do much for Sam.
Still at least it gave her a chance to briefly speak with her young friend, Claire.
Finally, she was alone with Dr Blythe about to receive her daily dose.
"So, Dr Blythe? Have you thought about it?"
Sam asked as Joy walked into her room, with Sam sitting on her bed.
"Thought about what, Samantha?"
Joy asked as she checked her notes on her clipboard.
She was wearing her usual work outfit, of a black blazer and black pencil skirt.
The only difference was she was wearing a women's white button shirt under her jacket.
"About me talking to my Hannah?"
Sam reminded her.
"Oh that. Sure, I thought about it."
Joy looked up from her clipboard as she spoke.
"Well? I've been a very good obedient patient, haven't I? May I please speak to her soon?"
Sam asked, an air of desperation hanged around her words.
Joy tightened her red glossy lips.
"I'm afraid not, Ms Jones. I just can't allow you to do that."
Joy replied.
"What? B-b-but I've been so well behaved. Please?"
Sam was in shock, her lip began to quiver.
"Yes, and that is to be expected of you, young lady, to behave yourself.
I can't go rewarding patients for doing what they are supposed to do.
What kind of message does that send out?"
Joy explained.
"I-I-I just really miss her... Please, I really need to speak with her..."
Tears began to well up in Sam's eyes.
"No."
Joy shook her head.
"Please...?"
Sam continued to plead.
"I'll just give you your dose and leave you to your thoughts."
Joy said, changing the subject.
She turned around, ready to assume the position for Sam to sniff her ass.
Sam stayed sat on her bed though.
"Come on. Just sniff up my fart and I'll leave you alone."
Joy instructed.
Sam stayed sat on her bed.
"Have you gone deaf? I told you to come sniff my fart, so get over here and sniff it."
Joy ordered her, now getting impatient.
"Why should I? Let me talk to my girl and I'll do as you say."
Sam defied and folded her arms.
Her sadness turning into anger.
Joy turned around, facing Sam, realising she isn't going to budge.
"Was that your attempt at bartering with me, young lady? I'll give you one final chance,
either you get on your knees and stick your dirty little nose into my arse,
or I shall get my lovely orderlies to stick it in there for you. Which do you prefer?"
Joy threatened.
"Just leave me alone."
Sam huffed and turned around. She laid onto the bed, on her side, and hugged her knees.
"Very well. Have it your way."
Joy smirked and pressed the little alarm button on her passkey.
Within seconds the 2 burly orderlies marched in.
"Brenda, Wanda, this silly tart here is refusing to stick her nose up my arse,
you know what to do."
Joy informed them.
"I've been looking forward to this!"
Brenda - the short spiky black haired one - gleamed and rubbed her hands together.
Sam quickly turned around and sat up just as the 2 butch bullies advanced on her.
Brenda wrapped her arm around Sam's neck and pulled her into a headlock.
"Agh! Let go!"
Sam yelled as Wanda grabbed her calves and yanked her up,
before slamming her butt down onto the floor off of the bed.
"Fuck off! You're fucking hurting me!"
Sam cried out as Brenda, who still had the headlock held on tight,
wrestled her down and turned her over onto her stomach.
Wanda grabbed Sam's arms and pulled them hard behind her back.
She was so rough that she almost pulled Sam's arms out of the shoulder socket.
She didn't, but it still hurt her.
Wanda then sat hard on Sam's bum, and roughly held Sam's wrists together behind her back.
"Hand me your zips."
Wanda instructed Brenda,
and with her free hand Brenda pulled out a zip-tie from her pocket and handed it over to Wanda.
With Sam pinned down, Wanda wrapped the zip-tie around Sam's wrists and tied her hands together.
"Let me go! Please! You're hurting me!"
Sam continued to plead in pain.
"Good I hope it does hurt, you stupid bitch!"
Brenda taunted.
"Turn her over."
Joy instructed her hired muscle.
Brenda released Sam from the headlock,
and both her and Wanda then roughly rolled Sam onto her back.
Sam tried to struggle away from the brutes.
"Hold her still."
Joy commanded.
Brenda quickly moved her big bulky thigh over Sam's chest, and positioned her body over Sam,
sitting her big butt down hard onto her chest.
Wanda also joined Brenda on top of Sam, by sitting down hard onto her lower stomach.
Sam's strength was no match at all for the 2 heavy stocky women,
who had her pinned down helplessly.
Joy then walked over to Sam's head.
Brenda squeezed her thighs together,
catching the sides of Sam's face and head with her knees and lower thighs in a vice-like grip.
She was making sure that Sam's head remained still, as Joy then squatted down over her face.
Joy positioned her ass right over Sam's nose, and with a little push...
*FFFLBLBLBFFTTTTPPPP*
She unleashed a very warm rumbly fart over her.
The warm stifling fart covered Sam's nose completely.
She stayed sat on her for a minute.
"Breathe it all in, bitch. I'm not going to tell you again."
Joy ordered her.
Despite the pain from lying awkwardly on top of her tied up arms,
and with 2 big strong women sitting full-weight on top of her,
Joy's fart had a rather calming affect on Sam, and she did as she was told.
Breathing just through her nose, she sniffed up every bit of Joy's musky gas.
"There. Stupid tart."
Joy mocked as she then stood up.
She walked over to her clipboard, and wrote down a couple of notes.
"What shall we do with her now, ma'am?"
Brenda asked as she looked over to Joy.
"See to it that she learns from this.
Teach her a lesson in obedience and compliance.
You know what to do."
Joy commanded them before she walked out the door.
Just as the door opened, Sam looked and saw her young friend Claire standing on the other side.
She didn't know what to think, but she somewhat hoped that Claire could help her out.
Claire looked rather shocked to see Sam being pinned down like that.
"Hello, Ms Richards, your dose is scheduled shortly. Please follow me."
Joy greeted her in a calm friendly manner and instructed her.
Just before the door shut, Sam saw Claire look towards Joy,
her shocked expression turning into a pleasant smile before she followed her.
"Help..."
Sam softly exasperated in desperation.
"No one's going to help you, bitch!"
Brenda grinned menacingly.
Sam looked up and watched as she interlocked her fingers together and clicked her knuckles.
"Wait. Joy told us to stop hitting patients."
Wanda suddenly interrupted.
"Joy's not here, is she?"
Brenda chuckled.
"No, but she'll notice a pair of black eyes, won't she?"
Wanda pointed out.
"Hmm, you're right... I'll just slap her about a bit instead!"
Brenda chuckled sadistically and Wanda chuckled too.
Sam could only wince and close her eyes as Brenda raised her hand and slapped her across the cheek.
She slapped her again, and again, and again. Alternating her slaps between each hand.
She slapped her at least 15 times.
"Hey come on, Bren, that's enough. I want a turn!"
Wanda moaned in a playful voice.
"Aw can't I just punch her one time. I really want to punch the prettiness off of her face..."
Brenda whined. Sam looked up at her, with a pleading look in her teary eyes.
"No, if you punch her then that means, out of fairness, that I get to punch her as well,
and she'll have 2 black eyes then which we'd get in trouble for."
Wanda explained.
"Aww ok..."
Brenda sighed in disappointment.
Just before she got off her, Brenda clenched her knuckles into a fist,
and slowly pressed them down against the tip/bridge of Sam's nose.
"You're so fucking lucky, bitch.
I could so easily bust your pretty little nose and you wont be smelling anything for weeks!"
Brenda warned her. Sam closed her eyes as the tears strolled down her reddened cheeks,
expecting to be punched. All she got instead, was one last slap before Brenda crawled off of her.
Wanda quickly budged her butt up over Sam's stomach and sat down on her chest,
much in the same way Brenda had just been sitting on her.
"Open your eyes bitch, I want you to see my hand slapping you!"
Wanda gleefully ordered Sam.
Sam opened her eyes hesitantly.
*SMACK!*
She slapped her hard across the cheek.
Sam let out a loud groan of pain as she closed her eyes again.
Her cheeks were stinging so bad.
"Open your fucking eyes, bitch!"
Wanda ordered her.
She slapped her again for refusing to open her eyes.
"I said, open them!"
Wanda continued to impatiently order.
Sam begrudgingly and hesitantly opened her eyes.
*SMACK!*
With each slap, Wanda and Brenda would laugh cruelly at Sam.
"Have you learnt your lesson yet, bitch?"
Wanda finally asked after a few more slaps.
"Yes!"
Sam cried out.
"You sure? I still got plenty more slaps in me if you feel you need a little more revision?"
Wanda tauntingly asked.
"I've learnt my lesson! Please! No more!"
Sam cried.
"Aw, and just when I was having fun playing teacher!"
Wanda playfully remarked, making Brenda chuckle.
"Please! No more! Just get of me, please!"
Sam begged.
Wanda held her fingertips up to her nose and sniffed them.
"I think some of Joy's fart smell rubbed off this bitch's cheek onto my fingers..."
Wanda said scrunching up her nose.
"Eww dirty bitch!"
Brenda scolded Sam in disgust for having had her face farted on.
"Here, let me wash it off for ya!"
Wanda smiled and paused for a moment.
Suddenly she spat right in Sam's face.
Right between her eyes.
Sam let out a sharp groan in shock with her eyes closed tightly shut.
She could feel the nasty warm spittle drooling down the bridge of her nose and sore cheeks.
"There we go."
Wanda chuckled as she pressed the palm of her hand into the sticky mess on Sam's face,
rubbing it all in roughly until most of it absorbed into Sam's wet reddish skin.
Sam shook her head trying to wipe her face on something, anything.
She tried to rub her eyes and cheek against the white cloth-covered thighs of Wanda.
"Don't fucking wipe it on me, bitch!"
Wanda warned her, moving her thigh away slightly, just out of Sam's reach.
Sam still felt rather blinded by Wanda's spit.
"Shall I be nice and clean her face for her?"
Brenda suddenly asked.
"Go ahead."
Wanda encouraged her.
Sam couldn't see anything.
She could feel a bit of warm spit start to enter her eyes when she tried to open them,
so she kept them closed.
She could hear Brenda moving about,
and she suddenly felt a really warm bit of soft fabric cover her whole face.
Wanda started to laugh.
There was a bit of weight behind the fabric, and it suddenly dawned on Sam what was happening.
Brenda was sitting her big butt down onto her face.
Sam helplessly kicked her legs out, as the soft thick cheeks of Brenda's ass smothered her.
She started to wiggle her butt on her face too. She was so heavy, that with every wiggle,
Sam's face would move with the movement of Brenda's butt.
"There we go, I'll just wipe it off like this..."
Brenda sighed casually as Wanda continued to laugh.
*PFFFFFFFTTT*
A sudden yet almost quiet breeze of really hot stinky air rolled out of Brenda over Sam's face.
"I'm even blow-drying it too!"
Brenda joked and laughed along with Wanda.
Her fart really stunk something awful.
It was so hot and eggy, it started making Sam choke.
"Oh fuck, Bren, that reeks!"
Wanda groaned with a laugh as she pinched her nose shut.
She then clasped a hand over Sam's mouth as Brenda lifted her butt off of Sam's face,
making sure that Sam had little choice but to sniff the stinking fart in.
Sam started to choke more.
"What's the matter, bitch? I thought you disgusting fart-lovers enjoyed nice ripe ones?"
Wanda asked in a taunting tone.
Sam just groaned, desperate for fresh air.
Finally, they let up and Wanda got off of her.
Sam rolled onto her side.
Her arms had fallen asleep under all the weight and pressure bearing down hard on them.
She tried to sit up onto her knees.
"Come here, bitch."
Brenda stated as she and Wanda grabbed Sam under her armpits and lifted her up onto the bed.
They pushed her onto the bed, and Wanda took out her zip-tie
and tied Sam by the ankles to the bottom of the bed.
"Let me go..."
Sam groaned.
"Now you just be a good little fartface and lay there.
Maybe we'll release you tomorrow for your appointment with Dr Blythe."
Brenda told her.
"Yeah, maybe!"
Wanda interjected and laughed cruelly.
As Wanda headed for the door, Brenda turned around and stuck her butt out to Sam.
"Good night!"
She taunted and blew off another airy fart towards Sam.
Having said good night with her fart, she then headed out the room with Wanda,
and the door closed shut and locked.
The smell of Brenda's fart, though not as strong as sniffing it directly from the source,
still stunk up the room pretty bad. It was so hot and suffocatingly smelly,
but what could Sam do, she was tied up on the bed, and unable to pinch her nose shut.
She just had to lay there and wait for the smell to ease up, which took a good long while to do.
Needless to say, she didn't have a good night's sleep that night...
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