Summertime Suffering
by test715

Hana’s summer with Mariko had been… difficult, to say the least. Every weekend Mariko summoned Hana to do some “studying” with her. At least that was the excuse Hana gave her parents. Thankfully they never pried too much into her private life, even though they didn't believe she was “studying” considering she'd already been accepted to college. Whatever it was they thought she was doing, it was nowhere even close to the truth.

Hana got her instructions by being texted an address and time. The messages were rather plain... No images, no emojis, no taunts... Nothing. It didn't matter what she was doing or who she was with: Hana was expected to arrive on the dot or suffer the consequences.

There were a few times she got her instructions while hanging out with Lily, but thankfully her friend understood. They never explicitly talked about the arrangement Hana made with Mariko to spare her friend, but they had a mutual understanding. Whenever it was time for Hana to go, Lily always made sure to give her friend a glance of gratitude and sympathy.

The location of Hana and Mariko's meetups varied with each weekend. Whenever Mariko’s parents were actually at their house, Hana was told to go to a hotel room instead where Mariko would be waiting for her. When they were eventually banned from every hotel in a 50 mile radius due to the horrible stench that lingered after they left, they started going to cheap motels instead. The rooms there were shitty and their AC barely worked, but it was still better than going to Hana's house. Her family had no idea what she was doing with Mariko, and she intended to keep it that way.

Wherever they wound up, the process afterwards was pretty much the same. Mariko would tease her a bit, undress, then demand Hana do the same. Hana wasn’t sure why, considering Mariko only needed her face, but she obeyed. She figured it was just to add to her humiliation.

After undressing, Mariko would then demand Hana orally pleasure her in order to help “loosen her up”. On days she was particularly gassy, she’d skip the foreplay and get right into the main event: forcing Hana to inhale and/or swallow her gas in a variety of different positions. In the middle of Hana’s suffering, Mariko always made sure to take plenty of photos to post to her paywalled blog.

Even with Mariko's creativity and the human body's impressive flexibility, there were still only so many unique positions Mariko could fart on Hana before running out. And at the rate Mariko tormented Hana, all of them were exhausted rather quickly. To add some more variety, Mariko began experimenting with different diets to see which foods produced the worst smelling gas. That way Hana could never get used to the stench. She even developed a method for rating each meal as well, ranking her post-meal gas by length, volume, quantity, and, of course, smell.

One day after Mariko had started experimenting with different meals, Hana received a message that was different than the others:

9502 Pitcher Street
Wear something nice.

Wear something nice...? What, does she want my decent clothes to smell awful now too? Curious about her instructions, Hana checked the address she was given and was surprised to see it was for a high-end Italian restaurant rather than one of their usual meeting spots. She's not going to fart on me in the restaurant is she? Fuck, I hope not... She's never done anything to me in public before, but who knows with her...

Hana arrived right on time and found Mariko waiting for her in a tight blue evening dress that exposed her back. She looked great in it, but Hana worried about what it meant for her. Is she going to hide me under her dress while she eats? Or pull down the back and make me put my nose in her crack. I can't tell if she's wearing underwear or not either... Not wanting to delay her unknown torment further, she announced her presence to her dinner date. “Hey Mariko…” She mumbled.

"Ah, there you are." Mariko looked over Hana's outfit and gave her approval with a not-at-all-subtle smack on the ass, which caused Hana to yelp. Hana's black dress wasn't quite as flashy as her own, but it was serviceable. Hana had made sure to wear dark colors, as she wasn't sure if Mariko would be staining it that night. "Come in, I reserved seats for us."

Mariko grabbed Hana’s wrist and led/dragged her to a small two-person table in the corner of the restaurant. It might've been romantic, if Hana was with pretty much anyone else. It's isolated back here, but there are still people around... What is she planning?

Surprisingly, things started off normal enough. They had their orders taken and delivered as usual and still Mariko hadn't demanded Hana to do anything. After several minutes passed Mariko finally broke the awkward silence and talked to her on-edge companion. "Well? Are you going to eat? What, did you want Chinese instead?"

Hana couldn't take the anticipation anymore. She hushed her voice and leaned in. "Why are we together in public? What are you going to do to me here?! Because there are other people-”

Mariko shushed Hana and smiled warmly. "Relax, you're not going near my ass. Not here at least; too many witnesses. No, that will come later. After all this cheese has been "aged to perfection" in my stomach." She took another bite, licked her lips, and smiled. "We're here because it's our anniversary."

Hana blinked in confusion. "Our... What?"

"It's been a month since you took Lily's place and began serving me. I thought maybe you’d try running away or something, but nope. You show up on time, do whatever I say, don't pass out... You've been doing such a good job I figured I'd give you a little treat by eating out.”

"Let me get this straight..." Hana tightly gripped her chair as she tried to speak calmly. "You brought me here to celebrate the anniversary of me becoming your fart-inhaling bitch?! You thought I'd enjoy being here, seeing you eat food which you’ll make me smell in a few hours when it comes out of your ass?! That’s your idea of a gift?!”

Mariko had her mouth full, so she let out a cheerful "Mm-hm!"

Oh God, I think she's serious. Hana scoffed and leaned back into her chair. She was at a loss of what to say. She could usually tell when Mariko was trying to get a rise out of her, but here she genuinely seemed to think she was doing something nice for Hana by bringing her to dinner. Like a cat bringing someone a dead rodent as a gift, not understanding how disturbing it was. Hana sighed defeatedly and muttered “Well… Okay then.”

Hana unsurprisingly didn’t have the biggest appetite during the rest of the evening, spending her time sullenly looking at her plate while Mariko gorged herself. Mariko decided her dinner date needed a little "encouragement" to enjoy her food. "By the way... Anything you don't eat is coming with me as takeout. So either you eat it now, or eat it later when we're alone. After I fart on it." She smiled innocently. "Your choice." That quickly fixed Hana's appetite. The food itself was quite good. The thought of what’d it smell like digested… Less so.

———

After finishing their meals, Hana was about to get into her car when Mariko stopped her. "Actually, you'll be riding with me." She opened the passenger door and waited expectantly. "Get in. I'll drop you back off here after I'm done with you. Don't worry, they don't tow." Hana sighed nervously, but didn't object.

As Hana buckled in and Mariko started the car, she gave Hana a peculiar look before driving off. Almost... Flirty? After their not entirely unpleasant dinner together, for a brief moment Hana thought Mariko might actually be doing something romantic. Instead, she leaned to the side, grabbed the back of Hana’s head, and shoved her face-first into her ass. Hana discovered her fears about the backless dress were well-founded as her nose pulled down the dress slightly and entered into the top of Mariko's asscrack. "Mmph!!!"

Mariko ignored Hana's protests as she relaxed and unleashed a several second fart directly into Hana's face. "Fuck...!" Mariko exclaimed as Hana struggled to break free. "I was holding that in all night! Didn't want it to go to waste." Only after hearing Hana inhale deeply did she let go of her head. Sure enough, the cheese had done absolutely horrific things to Mariko’s bowels. It took everything in Hana's power to keep her dinner down, but miraculously she managed.

Hana immediately sat back up, fanning her face and gagging as she tried to find a source of clean air. She was dismayed to find Mariko had locked the windows and turned off the AC, trapping her in with the stench. Before she could consider opening the doors and running back to her car, Mariko had already begun driving away. All she could do was choke on the thick, rotten gas and pray their destination wasn't too far.

———

After breathing in Mariko’s farts the entire ride, Hana was exhausted. She collapsed on the bed as soon as they got to their room. Fuck me, I can still smell it…!

As awful as the drive was, Mariko was far from done for the night. “By the way…” She smiled slyly as she undressed. “I have a surprise for you.”

Oh God. Hana took a deep breath to calm herself before replying. “…What is it?”

“Since I did something special for you tonight…” Hana opened her mouth to object, but decided against it. “Now it’s time for you to do something special for me.” Mariko reached under the bed and pulled out some kind of mask and rubber hose. A gas mask to be precise, with a hole near the mouth for the hose to attach to. Hana immediately understood the mask's purpose. “Put on the mask.”

“Mariko… Please-“

”Put. It. On.” She smiled as she said it, but her tone was clearly threatening.

Hana took one last breath of fresh air as she pulled the airtight mask over her face. As soon as it was secure, Mariko took the rubber tube and put it right against her anus. A low echo was heard as her pent up gas traveled from her intestines and into the mask.

It took a few seconds for the gas to reach Hana, but once it did Hana’s reaction was instant. Hana had endured dozens of dutch ovens at this point, and this was similar to that only 10 times worse. 99% of what she was breathing was coming directly from Mariko's bowels. She immediately began choking and tried to take off her mask, but Mariko pinned down her arms to prevent her from doing so. "No. Breathe it in!" Rather than being angry at Hana's struggling, she seemed excited to be doing something Hana couldn't handle.

As Hana writhed and choked on her new, foul source of air, Mariko sat astride Hana’s chest and looked down into Hana’s watery eyes through the mask’s visor. Her eyes weren’t looking at Mariko, but were rapidly darting back and forth as her adrenaline filled mind looked for anything that might help her. Being able to look at Hana’s reactions while she let loose was evidently a massive turn on for the sadistic young woman, as Hana was pretty sure she felt her climax without any other kind of stimulation. She couldn’t be positive considering it could also have also been a hallucination induced by oxygen deprivation, but she was pretty sure.

As more and more gas filled her lungs, Hana’s vision began to darken. So far she had managed to resist losing consciousness during their previous meetings, but she could tell this time would be different. The last thing she saw before passing out was Mariko’s piercing gaze looking down at her. It was the gaze of a woman who loved her job.

———

Following that night, Mariko continued to introduce new tools to add variety to Hana’s torments. One tool that saw frequent use was the mask and tube. While of course there was the “normal” way to use it, Mariko had other variations as well. Sometimes she would forgo the mask entirely, and make one end of the tube go directly into Hana’s mouth instead. It was similar to Mariko sitting directly on her open mouth, except this way Mariko got to fully appreciate the disgusted expressions Hana made as she swallowed her gas.

Mariko also occasionally put the tube inside Hana’s ass instead. Hana thought she’d be familiar enough with her own gas to be mostly immune to it. She was wrong. This position also allowed Mariko to simultaneously fart on her nose, while her mouth still had to take in her own gas. A truly overwhelming combination.

Besides the mask, there was also a ring gag Hana so Hana couldn’t close her mouth… A special set of underwear that trapped Hana’s face against Mariko’s ass… An airtight sleeping bag for when Mariko wanted to take a nap… And The Chair.

Each of Mariko’s tools were horrible in their own ways, but Hana easily despised The Chair the most. The Chair was deceiving in its simplicity: a cushioned box with a face-shaped hole in the top, and an airtight compartment below for someone’s (AKA Hana’s) head to go in. Once a person put their head through, someone else (AKA Mariko) would lock that person’s head in place, then sit on the face shaped hole.

Overall a pretty standard, if high-end, BDSM device. Its function was obvious: to give Mariko a comfortable place to sit for long periods of time while simultaneously gassing the poor woman underneath her. It would be pretty bad if that was it, but Hana had endured worse. Unfortunately there was another, unintended effect that was far, far worse.

What made The Chair so terrible wasn’t what it did to Hana, but rather what it did to Mariko. The way Mariko sat on the box… It was very similar to the way she sat while, well… defecating. Mariko’s control over her bowels was already less than ideal, and making her body feel like it was on a toilet unsurprisingly didn’t help matters.

Hana wasn’t sure Mariko’s accidents were genuine or she secretly enjoyed the more extreme torments instead, but for Hana the result was the same: Every time she went in The Chair, it was more or less a coinflip whether or not she’d be dealing with more than just gas. Hana dreaded the day Mariko would combine The Chair with the ring-gag, but mercifully it hadn’t yet come.

———

While at first Mariko was the only one to receive any kind of pleasure during their meetings, eventually and without warning, Mariko began to finger Hana. And for someone who almost exclusively received rather than gave, she was shockingly good at it. What is she… Oh~! Mariko made it difficult to fully enjoy by continuing to fart in her face, but Hana still managed to climax despite the gaseous interruptions. It wasn’t a one off thing either; Mariko continued to do it in future meetings as well.

As good as it felt, Hana couldn’t help but be suspicious of Mariko’s motives. She had a few theories as to why Mariko was doing this. One was that it was another way for Mariko to feel in control of Hana, by controlling her pleasure as well as her pain. Another was that by making Hana momentarily feel good, the fart she subsequently had to inhale felt even worse in comparison. The third, and what Hana considered the least likely reason, was that Mariko was doing something genuinely nice for Hana with no ulterior motives. Hana would sooner start believing in the Tooth Fairy again than believe that.

Hana couldn’t figure out the exact reason until later when Mariko farted on her and, without doing anything else, she was turned on. Then it hit her. Oh God… She’s… She’s fucking conditioning me to get horny for her gas! Hana began struggling, causing Mariko to turn around and sit on Hana’s chest to see what got her seat into a frenzy.

”You’re begging for air already? That one barely stunk!”

“You…! You’re trying to make me like your farts, aren’t you?!”

“Oh?” Mariko smiled innocently. “I had no idea you were starting to like them. Don’t try to blame me for that though, I can’t make you “like” anything. That’s all you. Maybe you’re just a dirtier girl than you initially thought.”

Am I…? After doubting herself a moment, Hana shook her head and assured herself. No, this is 100% her. She’s definitely doing this on purpose. “Bullshit, like you’d ever do something nice for me out of the kindness of your heart! Now cut the gaslighting and admit it!”

“Alright, alright… Fuck, you were more fun when you were innocent and naive…” Mariko shrugged her shoulders dismissively and confessed. “Yes, I was running a little experiment on you. A successful one too, it seems. So what?”

”So what?! So I don’t want to get off to your farts, that’s what! It’s disgusting!”

Mariko smirked and raised her eyebrows. “That’s disgusting?”

Hana’s face turned bright red. “You know what I mean! Disgusting in a different way to everything else!”

“I know. That’s why I did it.” Mariko looked down at Hana and smiled mischievously. “If I feel like teasing you down there, then that’s what I’ll do. And if I want to rip ass while doing so, then I have every right. If you just happen to begin associating my farts with getting turned on… Well, then that’s your problem. Though it doesn’t particularly sound like one to me.”

“Well your sick experiment is over now! I won’t let myself get turned on by you anymore!” The corners of Mariko’s lips twitched slightly before she burst out into full body laughter. “H-Hey! I’m serious!” Mariko instead began laughing harder. “Stop laughing!” She shouted indignantly.

After eventually calming down and wiping tears from her eyes, Mariko finally responded. “You won’t let yourself be turned on by me? Like you can just… turn it on and off at will? Ha, please! Remember the first time I had you in my room? I had you eating out of my hand! Or should I say, ass? All I had to do was touch your leg and say a few sweet nothings and you laid right down and stuck your tongue up my ass. Even after I farted right on your face, you still kept going!”

Hana grimaced at the foul memories. “It was different back then! I didn’t know the kind of person you were!” Hana still sounded assertive, though sounded noticeably less confident than before.

“Whatever you say. I still see you checking me out every time I undress.” Suddenly Mariko lowered her voice and leaned closer. “You know what I think?” Mariko brought her face intimately close to Hana’s and put her hand on her cheek. She could feel each of Hana’s nervous breaths. “I think you always liked this, ever since our first visit. I think you were looking for any reason you could to be my pet, and you used Lily as an excuse to give in. That’s why you keep coming back to me: Because you love me and my ass.”

“What?!” Hana couldn’t tell if this was more gaslighting or actually how their relationship looked from Mariko’s twisted perspective. “You handcuffed me to your bed and threatened to fart on my best friend! I was hardly a willing participant!”

“I don’t see any handcuffs now. And you saw me delete Lily’s number weeks ago. You didn’t even try to see if you could get away from me since then. And now you're telling me that my rancid farts are turning you on?” She chuckled. "Yeah, you definitely sound like some poor helpless victim."

“I keep seeing you because if I don’t, you said you’d-“ Mariko silenced her complaints by pressing her lips against Hana’s. “Mm?!” Hana was stunned, unsure how to react to Mariko’s unexpected advance. What is she doing? What’s her angle? What… What perfume is she wearing…?

As suspicious as she tried to be, Mariko’s lips against hers felt too good not to reciprocate. “Mmm…” She let out a soft moan as she felt Mariko’s hand sliding down her thigh, closer and closer to her mound. Until it hit her. Damnit, she’s doing it again! She immediately opened her eyes and pulled back from Mariko. “No! You can’t just keep manipulating me like this!”

Mariko wiped her face before responding. Normally she’d never put her face against what moments ago had been her seat, but in this case it was worth it to prove a point. “Can’t I? Because it seems to me I just made you moan with a quick kiss and by touching your thigh. After you literally just said you wouldn’t get turned on by me anymore.”

“I…!” Hana wanted to deny it, but couldn’t. She instead turned her head to the side to avoid Mariko’s smug gaze. “Fuck you…”

“That’s what I thought.” Satisfied she had proven her point, she then turned around and prepared to mount Hana’s face once again. “You really should have given in and enjoyed it while you could. Better to have your lips against mine than my asshole, that’s for sure. Unless maybe you really do like this…” Mariko wiggled her hips teasingly before sitting down. “Now I’m going to continue my little experiment. You can try resisting if you want. However, I think you’ll be surprised just how persuasive my fingers can be.”

Hana let out a muffled groan as she felt Mariko’s fingers get to work. Part of her did want to just give in and enjoy Mariko’s touch. But the thought of getting turned on by her rancid gas was too much to handle. Not that what she wanted mattered much anyways. While Hana did try to resist, by fighting against Mariko all she succeeded in doing was edging herself and making her eventual release that much more intense. Which in turn strengthened her mental connections between Mariko’s gas and her own arousal even more.

After enough “persuasion”, Hana eventually decided to stop resisting Mariko's touch. She told herself that by giving in she was actually resisting Mariko’s conditioning by denying herself stronger orgasms… But part of her doubted this logic, and wondered if that’s exactly what an indoctrinated person would tell themselves.

When Mariko noticed Hana finally give in she smiled satisfactorily and gently stroked Hana’s hair. While Hana did find it degrading… It did feel good as well. Even more positive reinforcement for ceasing her resistance. About time. Mariko mused. I was worried I’d actually have to use my tongue on her!

———

As much time as Hana spent with Mariko, they weren’t together 24/7. A lot of Hana’s time was spent working part-time at a local grocery store. It wasn’t particularly enjoyable or well-paying, but at least it provided her a break from her other job.

One day while restocking shelves, Hana heard someone approach from behind her. She put on the friendliest face she had, then turned to assist the customer. “Thank you for shopping with us! How can I be of-“ Her smile faltered as she turned and saw Mariko standing behind her. “Assistance…”

“Hi, thank you! I think there’s a problem with one of the stalls in the women’s restroom. Could you come with me so I could show it to you?”

“U-Um…” Seeing her manager walking by, Hana swallowed hard and forced herself to smile once again. “O-Of course! I’ll get right on it immediately! Just show me the way!”

“Gladly.” Mariko hummed an upbeat tune as they made their way to the opposite side of the store. Hana debated sprinting to her car and driving away, but that’d involve likely getting fired and Mariko would just make her pay during their next meeting anyway. Before she could even come to a decision, Hana found herself locked in a bathroom stall with Mariko.

Mariko didn’t even say anything. She just glanced at the floor and waited for Hana to get on her knees. Hana considered asking Mariko how she found her or begging her not to do this here, but she knew anything she said would be a waste of precious breath. So she did the only thing she could… She took a shaky breath, got on her knees, opened her mouth, and waited for Mariko to do whatever she wanted. She prayed they were meeting in the bathroom just for privacy the stalls provided, and not because Mariko planned to abuse her with something far worse than gas.

———

Mariko left the bathroom around half an hour later with a spring in her step. She made sure to let the store’s manager know Hana had provided her with excellent customer service, and that she was sure to shop there again.

Hana emerged from the bathroom sometime later, looking noticeably disheveled. Her hair was unkempt and her makeup smeared, not to mention her mouth smelled like it needed industrial strength cleaner to fix her rotten breath. Hana had quickly learned not to put on makeup prior to meeting with Mariko and to always keep gum on her, but this time she had been caught off guard. She did her best to make herself look presentable prior to leaving the restroom, but there was only so much public bathroom soap and water could do to wash the stench of ass off her face.

Mariko was true to her word and began frequently visiting Hana at her job. If they weren’t in a bathroom stall, they were in a supply closet or the warehouse in the back. Most of the other employees figured Hana and Mariko were just fooling around together, unaware of what their co-worker was actually going through. It wasn’t long until Hana got fired for poor hygiene and slacking.

Hana was distraught she had lost her job, as she had been saving up money for college. Mariko was unsure how to react to Hana's non-gas-related distress, and awkwardly tried to comfort her by patting her head. Hana had no idea how Mariko could be so good at acting like a normal person in some ways, but might as well have been an alien in others. Still, the gesture was appreciated, awkward as it was.

Then Mariko got an idea of how to fix Hana's money problems. She “generously” offered to help by providing some opportunities for part-time work. Some of the people who enjoyed the images of Mariko dominating her victims had rather… unique tastes, and had begun trying to commission Mariko for specialized videos. Some requests were disgusting, others just plain weird. All of them would be incredibly humiliating for Hana to be a part of. But they paid well, and Mariko was offering Hana half the profits.

As much as Hana hated the idea of debasing herself, she also really needed the money and was unlikely to find a new job anytime soon. Plus Mariko would probably force her to do it for free anyways if she refused. She accepted Mariko’s offer, and began seeing her tormentor most days of the week to complete commissions. They were now seeing each other so often that Hana questioned if Mariko was even still meeting with her other "pets".

Mariko took care of all the outfits and tools, while Hana just had to show up and try not to think about what she was doing. She couldn’t zone out too much though, otherwise Mariko would call her out and restart the shoot. After fulfilling a commission, Mariko would then have some fun of her own with Hana before wrapping up. Then it was time for Hana to get paid. Mariko occasionally made her do something embarrassing before sending the money, but she never seriously tried to withhold her payment.

Naturally Mariko only accepted commissions where she was the dominant one and Hana was submissive, but there had been one exception. Somebody wanted them to do a soft-core lesbian scene and was willing to pay an inordinate amount of money to get it. Hana actually kind of liked this one, while Mariko hated it but found the pay too good to pass up.

Apparently Mariko had gotten so used to being manipulative and domineering that anything even remotely not 100% on her terms made her feel weird. It wasn’t even a commission where Hana would be the dominant one and Mariko would be submissive: Merely being on equal footing with Hana was enough to disturb her. Hana never would have guessed that consensually making out while fully clothed would’ve been the thing to make Mariko blush, but sure enough…

Hana took advantage of Mariko’s discomfort by trying to be the dominant one for a change and giving her ass a playful slap. Mariko’s moment of shock was fun while it lasted, but the instant the commission was done Mariko snapped back to her usual personality and made sure Hana paid for her insubordination.

Even as she was choking on Mariko’s horrific gas, Hana still felt a twinge of pride knowing she had been the one in charge, even for a moment. Mariko noticed this, which only made her further assert herself to make sure Hana would never surprise her like this again.

———

Despite all the horrors she endured that summer, there was still one thing that kept Hana going: college. Although her grades suffered during her last semester due to spending most of her free time with Mariko, Hana still managed to get accepted into her dream school. The identity of which she made sure to keep hidden from Mariko. It was a rather easy secret to keep, considering there wasn’t much opportunity for small talk with her mouth under Mariko’s ass.

Further boosting her mood was the scholarship she received shortly before the start of the semester. She had managed to become the recipient of the Ace Student Scholarship, which fully covered her tuition and put Hana in one of the nicest dorms on campus.

Hana was surprised to be awarded the scholarship considering she never even applied for it, but she figured all her suffering was finally being counteracted with good fortune. After all the shit she had to deal with, both figuratively and literally, she wasn’t about to question a change for the better in her life. It would have been nice to know about it before doing all those commissions with Mariko, but she didn’t dare act ungrateful.

Of course, there was still the matter of what would happen to Hana’s and Mariko’s arrangement. Hana was concerned Mariko wouldn’t let her go without a fight, but thankfully Mariko seemed intent on moving on with her life as well. She said she’d be studying abroad to get a “fresh group of victims”, so Hana would finally be free. When their last session together was over, it felt like a foul smelling, 130 pound weight had finally been lifted off her face. When she said goodbye to Mariko, she looked at Hana confused for a moment before a look of realization hit her. "Oh, right." She smiled knowingly. "Goodbye."

That was weird... Whatever, she's not my problem anymore. Hana took a deep breath of untainted air as she stepped outside. Finally… Hana smiled as she pulled out the driveway. I’m free!