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Wrongful Enslavement
To say that I had a weird day would be an understatement. And it all started this morning… … I was awoken by a cacophony of yelling from downstairs, belonging to my mother & younger sister, Rose. It wasn’t a rare occurrence; Mom had been getting tired of Rose walking over everyone. My sister is a huge brat; her 20th birthday was a couple weeks ago, yet she never lost her entitlement. We both still lived with her since the economy was a hellhole. Mom wasn’t against it since we helped out with bills. Well… at least I did. Amidst their yelling-match, I was shocked to hear a specific sentence; one that made me slide out of bed, knowing I would have to go downstairs & break something up. . “FUCK YOU, STEPHANIE!” My sister yelled to my mother. Calling Mom by her first name was a colossal no-no. I was already walking toward my door, accepting that I would need to calm them down. But then, the sound of crashing furniture boomed throughout the house. I sprinted out of my room & ran downstairs. The sound of my sister’s muffled screaming made a pit form in my stomach. As soon as I reached the living room however, a peculiar sight made me blush. My mother’s jeans were down, revealing a pair of white granny-panties that hugged tightly to her large backside. They were noticeably wedged in her crack; helped by my sister’s terrified face being planted inside that crack. Or at least, common sense alone told me that Rose was terrified. In reality, all I could see was her brunette hair poking out from my mother’s big ass. Within 1 minute, I went from utter fear to pure shock & bewilderment. “Oh, did we wake you up?” My mother nonchalantly asked; ignoring the fact that she was using my little sister’s face as a cushion. She tossed the curly hair out of her eyes as she looked over her shoulder. “Sorry. Your sister down here has an attitude problem though; don’t you, Rose?” My mother then shook her hips, grinding Rose’s nose deeper into her buttcrack. My sister replied by trying to break free, but to no avail. All she could do was uselessly drill her feet into the floor. I was frozen by the sight. If anything, I felt horrible that I kinda didn’t want to break them up. Rose was undeniably a bitch sometimes, and took it out on me for no reason. But… this was evil. Mom’s ass was genuinely scary. Which reminded me… “O-Oh my god, Mom.. You’re not gassy, are you?” I asked in all seriousness. But my Mom only laughed. She knew how cataclysmic her bowels could be. And obviously, my sister panicked from the realization. Her nose was deep in the danger zone. One of Mom’s farts could clear a room, or even make someone break the windows of a car if she decided to lock them in. One of her farts at point-blank though? “Oh no, Rose. I definitely have to fart.~” My mother playfully taunted, sliding her sock-clad feet under my sister’s head. Rose’s muffled crying made my heart sink. I felt truly worried. Brrroooooooooooort A bassy, deep roar rumbled from my Mom’s posterior; dampened by my sister’s face. The sound alone made my stomach churn, and watching Rose attempt to break free amplified that. My Mom grabbed her wrists & leaned back. Rose’s entire body bucked off the floor, but no momentum could budge the colossal ass enveloping her face. “Ahh~” Mom chirped with relief. I was still frozen. A full minute had passed, and I had done nothing. I honestly felt invisible for a bit, until my mother turned back to me. “I’m gonna watch some TV. Sweetie, come sit on the couch while I punish your sister.” Her stern command clashed with the emphatic grin on her face. “U-Uhm…” I hesitated, making Mom raise an eyebrow. “I don’t have to punish you next, do I?” I’m 23 years old. I should’ve had the backbone to call my Mom a fucking weirdo. Yet, seeing what she was capable of firsthand, I did as told & mosey’d to the couch. Mom put on a TV show as I sat behind the two. Rose was still writhing uncomfortably; her whimpering being interrupted by the occasional cough. Her face was still totally buried in Mom’s ass; I couldn’t see anything, yet I knew exactly how she looked under there. Prrrpt Another quick burst then bolted out, prompting Rose to thrash once more. I wasn’t really surprised that her rampage didn’t budge Mom; she was a full foot shorter than Mom, and not nearly as… thick. As much as I hated to acknowledge the build of my own family, Mom was notoriously attractive; my friends pestered me regarding how hot she was. … I hated how correct they were. The tan skin & dark, curly hair draped down to her chin, leaving her curvaceous, plump body to be fully exposed from all angles. Her butt was a head-turner, for sure; not helped by the downsized clothing that she chose to wear everywhere. Rose wasn’t even the opposite, but she was most certainly not on Mom’s level. There was a reason that my sister was on the cheer-team. Pert & Petite; that was the best way to describe her. I bounced between the uninteresting show Mom had put on, and the far-too interesting punishment method she was inflicting on her daughter. Then, out of the blue, Rose began to rampage like none other. Her thrashing prior looked tame by comparison. Mom only shook her hips again, and my eyes widened at the realization; an SBD. Easily the most unholy experience in the world was being locked in a car with Mom after she had cracked one off. I felt like throwing up just from knowing that one had escaped. Even if I couldn’t smell it myself, knowing it had simmered up Rose’s unwilling, terrified nose made me feel sick. I wouldn’t wish that upon even my worst enemies. My sister visibly shuddered, dry-heaving into the ass that was torturing her. Mom smirked, then shook her hips again. Watching her ass sway side-to-side on Rose’s gagging face made me cringe. And yet… a deep, dark part of me felt nothing but intrigue. Rose had to have had this coming, right? Her constant bitterness & unappreciative nature was culminating in a pretty horrific punishment, granted. But it seemed to work better than anything prior. Plus… she did call Mom by her first name. And that is pretty messed up. … I’m so weird. I was so grossed out a moment prior, but watching my Mom’s admittedly grand ass smother my helpless, scared sister was… amazing… Phrrrrfffhh… Mom’s ass jiggled underneath her panties as Rose tried to break free again. The sound alone told me that it burned; it was very airy. “Mph- not even a dent.” Mom whined. “Ugh- and you’re not going anywhere until I’m all gassed out, young lady. Maybe then, you’ll learn not to be such a little asshole all the time.” Hearing her authoritatively purr those words made an odd tingle bolt through my entire body. There’s no way I was attracted to this… … I was definitely attracted to this. A mild smirk creeped out of my mouth as I pulled my phone out & hit record. I then sat it on the floor, angled towards the girls. “Hey Mom, I kinda want some coffee. What about you?” I evilly asked. Mom’s face lit up as she smiled at me over her shoulder. “You’re an evil mastermind, sweetie.~” She grinned, nodding excitedly. Rose audibly sobbed under her ass. A fraction of my conscience felt bad for my sister, but I was getting it all on camera. Fuck it. As the coffee brewed, I turned to continue watching the punishment. I knew this coffee smelled a lot better than what Rose was smelling. Ironically, coffee was Mom’s go-to fart-fuel. A single cup made her colon borderline nuclear. Most of that was the creamer; something Mom tried to avoid because of that. But I was feeling nice; why not let her have some of mine? She probably needed it after that yelling match before. I brought two large cups of coffee back to the living room; one much brighter in hue than the other. I handed that one to Mom. She had to stifle a laugh as she looked at it. “Sweetie, are you trying to kill your poor little sister?” She asked with a smug grin. “It won’t kill her.” I replied. Mom smirked as she grabbed the mug. Just then, Rose used her free hand to punch my mother in the stomach. I winced slightly. The coffee rippled inside the cup. But even with all the strength that my sister could muster, Mom still didn’t budge. Instead, she sat the coffee down & grabbed Rose’s wrist again; she squeezed tightly, making her daughter yelp in agony. “Young lady, that was a big mistake. I might just call off work today so I can keep punishing you.” “N-NMMMMPH!” Rose screamed in denial. Mom smirked up at me, clearly enjoying it herself. She then held three fingers up before counting them down. 3… 2… Bbrrrrrrrrrssssssppp… Mom’s face screwed up slightly after another airy fart puffed from her anus. It lasted for a few seconds; the entire time, Rose fruitlessly tried breaking free again. Mom kept the grip on her daughter’s wrists, but lifted her hips. Rose immediately craned her neck away from our mother’s ass, then broke out in a horrific fit of gagging. That fart was definitely toxic. “I’m going to enjoy my coffee.” Mom said over her shoulder. “If you punch me in the stomach again, I will call off work. Be good & take your punishment, young lady.” “I-I CAN’T!” Rose then screamed. “I-I CAN’T TAKE IT! PLEASE LET ME GO-” Mom slammed her butt back on my sister’s face. Rose weeped as her nose was caught between the pantied cheeks again. I sat back down on the couch as Mom enjoyed her coffee. Her ass dwarfed Rose’s entire head, and hearing the gentle sipping above while my sister gagged & whined was lighting up some twisted part of my brain. Grrrpt Phhhhmp… Pwooorpt The TV show continued playing, but all attention was focused on tormenting Rose. Every time Mom let a fart out, my sister would thrash & resolutely attempt to free herself. But the only thing she managed to do was make Mom’s butt wobble. I was enamored; both from how much I enjoyed it, but also how Mom didn’t cease. She preferred I stick around & watch it unfold, and was shameless about it. Mom finally downed the last drop of creamer-laden coffee I had given her, then sat the cup next to her. She then reared back & grabbed a handful of Rose’s hair, squeezing it tight enough to make my sister yelp. She then tugged it up. Despite being deep enough in her ass, Rose only sank deeper. Her whining grew more muffled, but ramped up dramatically. Bbbbbwwooooooooooooooort! Mom then cracked off a colossal fart. Even with Rose’s face blocking it, the noise echoed through the room; even overtaking the speakers from the TV. Rose thrashed, unsurprisingly. But it seemed that fart was a final nail in the coffin. She just went limp. Mom sat up & turned back, continuing to straddle Rose. My sister’s eyes were soaked with tears, and all she could do was gasp. No yelling, no squirming or anything else. Prrrt Mom smirked after letting another small one out. And at that moment, Rose jolted. She was terrified of Mom’s farts, and her tired expression turned fearful. “Oh, fuck Mom.” I pitched in, sipping my own coffee. “I think you traumatized her with your farts.” “Are you sure?” Mom asked. She then glared down at Rose. “What do you think, missy? I could make this a lot worse for you if you test me again. Do you want me to come back down on you?” “N-No! P-Please!” Rose broke down. Her shuddering was telling; she was mortified. Mom graciously lifted off of my sister. Rose stumbled onto her feet & ran into the bathroom. I heard her viciously heave into the toilet bowl, while Mom calmly got up and sat next to me. “Do you think she learned her lesson?” She then asked, making me turn to her. “C-Can I ask what she even did?” I replied. “I heard her say your first name, but what sparked the argument?” “Her constant lying.” Mom answered. “She lied about getting a job & has been going to her boyfriend’s house, as well as sneaking him in behind my back. She then lied about drinking my wine. I got that on camera.” “Sheesh.” I shook my head. A loud, aggressive retch then made us turn our heads to the bathroom door. Hearing Rose in genuine anguish felt like overkill. “... You have work today, right?” “Oh-” Mom then stood up. And to my shock, she then pulled her pants up; giving me one more sight of her posterior as she shoved it back into her jeans. She affixed her belt as she left through the front door. As I picked her mug up, I remembered my phone still sitting on the ground. I picked it up; the video was 23 minutes in length. I excitedly stopped the recording, setting the mugs on the coffee table. And as I started the video, the familiar tingling sensation returned. Mom’s punishment from Hell was cleanly displayed on my phone, and I couldn’t help but watch it. The sound of Rose’s gagging from the bathroom ended, and she soon stumbled out. She looked exhausted; her hair was in a mess & her eyes were bloodshot. She trudged into the living room & saw the glee on my face. I looked up to see a very familiar scowl. “Fuck. You.” She hissed. “H-How DARE you e-encourage that? You sick, worthless motherfucker.” “Pff- cry about it. You had it coming for being such a bitch all the time.” I callously replied, making her grit her teeth. “Do me a favor & take the mugs to the sink. It’s best you get in Mom’s good graces, or she might make you her fart-sniffer again. I definitely wouldn’t mind.~” Rose teared up before she stormed out of the living room & up the stairs. At this point, mercy was off the table. “I’LL MESS WITH ALL OF MOM’S SHIT & BLAME IT ON YOU!” I then yelled from the couch. The sound of footsteps halting made me smirk. Rose then slogged downstairs. Her defeated expression said it all; she knew she was fucked. “That’s what I thought. I’m bored with taking shit from you. You’re my bitch until I’m bored with that, too.” “Ugh…” She huffed as she walked over to me & picked the dishes up, walking them back to the kitchen. I then heard the sink turn on. Surprisingly, Rose was cleaning them. That was usually my chore, but she must’ve been dead set on changing her predicament. Nice. … As I’m typing this, my sister is still cleaning the kitchen. And in the span of a few hours, I discovered some things about myself; I apparently have a fart-fetish, I enjoy watching my sister suffer under our mother’s gassy ass, and by simply posting snippets of that video online, I might be rich after paywalling the full version. What’s next? Honestly, I might have to get Rose in trouble. Keep your eyes open for another update; I heard Mom was thinking about trying Indian food for the first time. Until next time! |
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