By: facefart123
PART 1
-Ugh! How tight is this duct, seriously was this the only place we could enter?- said the innocent Claire Redfield as she advanced as best she could in that cold and dirty ventilation duct of Umbrella's secret laboratories.
-Yes, sorry if it's not to your liking, star girl, plus don't complain, I'm in front, if any bioweapon wants to attack us you won't be in the line of fire, so better shut your mouth- said Jill Valentine as she advanced in the duct.
They were there because of a tip about an Umbrella laboratory where they are developing a new type of bioweapon. Both already had experience dealing with those monsters but had never met in person.
Claire had heard about Jill from Chris, who had mentioned that she was a straight-shooting woman. Jill, for her part, only knew that she was Chris's younger sister, who did not share the advanced training experience of her brother and tended to complain, something that Jill did not like at all.
-Well you're right but at least you don't have a huge ass in front of your face!- Claire said in response.
-Excuse me? What did you just say about my ass, you insolent little brat?- Jill replied.
-Don't be offended but your ass is huge, or maybe it's because I'm very close, something that isn't very pleasant by the way- said Claire as she advanced at the same pace as Jill through the duct, her face was just a few centimeters from her buttocks, she couldn't back up due to the smallness of the duct and also because she wanted to get out of there as fast as possible.
Jill's stomach started to vibrate, she had eaten 2 of her iconic Jill Sandwiches, with ham, cheese, cucumber, mayonnaise, egg, today she was feeling creative and decided to add a little broccoli, something Claire would have preferred she hadn't done.
She stopped dead, making Claire impact directly against her ass.
-WOW! WHAT WAS THAT, WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU- Claire's complaint stopped when she smelled Jill's ass, with her blue jean pants, the smell was tremendous, much worse than what Claire was used to, both from herself and from Chris
-PUH! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU CARRYING BACK THERE? You know what, I think the real bioweapon is right here, god this stinks worse than the sewers of Raccoon City.-
At that comment Jill's face turned red, not only from the shame of her ass having such a putrid smell, but from the anger that a younger fool than her would make fun of her in that way, the pain in her stomach sharpened and she decided to act.
-OH YEAH? well, do the honors and catch this bioweapon, you little chatty slut!-
Jill after saying this kicked Claire backwards. Both were in a crawling position, like a baby, but by doing this Claire's legs went backwards, leaving Claire in a position similar to lying face down, but Jill also due to the kick got into that position, leaving Claire lying face down ON JILL'S ASS, her arms were at the sides of Jill's buttocks, unable to move due to the size of the duct, her face was on the center of Jill's ass, she could feel the heat from the center and her buttocks crashing against her cheeks.
-MMMPH!- Claire said muffled, unable to form words.
-AAh who's talking now bitch, listen I have a small problem and I can't continue the mission until I finish it, how about you help me?- said Jill and without letting Claire respond- Ok thankss- she let out a small smile, relaxed a bit and...
PPPPPRPFPPRFPRPFRPPFPRFFPRRFFRRFRFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRPBR A disgusting fart shot out of Jill's ass onto Claire's face, Claire's eyes opened like plates and her hands tensed at such a horrible stench, she could feel the heat on her face and feel it go down her airways, after the fart her eyes were tired, looking as best she could at the nape of Jill's neck. Jill turned her head to look at Claire,
winked at her, and continued.
PPPPRFPRFPRFRPFPRPFFPRFPRFPRFFPRFPRFPRFPRRFPFPRFPFPRPFPR another fart, a little wetter and warmer than the previous one, Claire was about to cry both from humiliation and helplessness. After about 3 more farts, Jill said
-PHew, what a relief, right Claire?- while looking at Claire out of the corner of her eye, she stretched her hand towards her ass and lifted Claire's head, grabbing her by her ponytail. Claire started breathing through her mouth, the stench remained in the duct but it was better than breathing it directly from the source.
-Damn you.. you're crazy bitch- Claire said with the little strength she had.
Jill, very clever, devised a plan to humiliate Claire even more, to show her who was in charge of the mission.
-What did you say, bitch, say it louder I can't hear you if my ass is silencing you- said Jill.
-I SAID YOU ARE A-
Claire felt very strong raising her voice to Jill but what she didn't expect was that Jill would push her back onto her ass but now with her mouth open!, she sank her with her hand and also stretched her body so her ass would lift a little and she could sink her deeper into her ass, Claire's hands were at the sides of Jill's ass as if it were a hamburger, she couldn't do anything, if she squeezed it she was only enclosing her mouth more with her ass, if she tried to open it she would only let more air pass into her mouth, she couldn't escape, the pressure was so much that Claire couldn't close her mouth, that mouth that got her into that situation.
-Sorry, I can't hear you if you're KISSING MY ASS BITCH HAHAHAHA, ooooh you don't know how good this feels bitch, I have a couple saved just for you, I told you, better shut your mouth, enjoy-
Jill bit her lower lip a little and her ass let out a.... PPPFRFPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFPPPRFPRPFRPFRRPFPFPRFPFPPFBBBBFRFPRFBR
Claire's cheeks swelled like balloons, her mouth was totally open to welcome a hurricane of disgusting gas, she could feel the hot wind on her tongue, on her teeth, she could feel a background taste of broccoli, her eyes teared up a little. The gas kept coming out and her mouth was filling up, Jill upon seeing this said
-Don't think you're going to escape, you're going to swallow it or suffocate, you decide-
Claire, with no other choice, swallowed it, feeling all the air go down her esophagus, she hadn't eaten anything before the mission because it gives her gas but Jill forced her to break her habit. Claire's body remained inert, only moving in unison to swallow the gas. At one point she tried to lift her head but before she could achieve it Jill put her hand on the nape of Claire's neck and pushed her back into her hole of humiliation.
-Hey why are you leaving? I'm not done yet, you damn rude girl-
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More farts went directly inside Claire, passing through her lips, Claire had brushed her teeth and had eaten a mint pill for the mission, too bad Jill left her own perfume in her mouth.
-Hey Claire if you want I'll give you a piece of gum later, because I don't want to have a partner with toilet breath you know? HAHA-
And so she continued until Jill felt empty for the moment, she got into a crawling position and continued on her way to an Umbrella office, actually quite cozy.
There was a sofa, a piece of furniture, some papers with information about Umbrella, and in a glass case there was a series of ropes and torture tools to subdue someone. It seems the owner of the office had strange tastes.
Jill fanned her ass with her hand, the smell of shit had impregnated her panties and her pants and followed her like a putrid ghost.
Claire remained inert for a while but then followed her, her mouth emanated a horrible stench, Jill's farts had left her dazed for a few moments.
She looked at Jill from behind, so happy, so liberated, while she was humiliated, with a stabbing pain in her stomach, and reluctantly tasting the remains of Jill's food.
She was left looking at her with a look that asked for only one thing:
Vengeance.
PART 2
After her smelly and unfortunate encounter in the Umbrella facility's ducts, Jill continued analyzing the room. There was a huge desk with photos of research teams in Umbrella lab coats, and some ordinary pencils—quite cheap for such a budget. Hanging on the wall were the heads of several taxidermied animals: a deer, a bear, a crocodile, and a perfectly preserved spider affixed to the wall. There was a sliding door, white as a pearl. In a display case were various torture devices: pliers, handcuffs, chains, a metal gag, among other tools. Whoever left them there seemed to enjoy exhibiting suffering.
Claire sat down on a tiger-skin sofa, catching her breath after her encounter with Jill's ass. She was ashamed to admit it, but after several years, her first kiss had been with the ass of a trained STARS agent, and besides, let's just say her ass wanted to kiss her too, if you could put it that way. Jill had felt a little bad about the previous incident; she hadn't liked the way Claire spoke, but she admitted she'd gone too far with her response. Her farts were already disgusting enough for everyone without forcing someone to even have them in their mouth, let alone swallow them and leave a lingering odor on their tongue. She turned around and said to Claire:
-Hey, um, look, I'm sorry. I went too far. I shouldn't have done that to you, Claire. Even though you were a bitch, I promise to help you get out of here with whatever it is we're looking for. I owe you one, a big one.- Jill said as honestly as her pride allowed.
-Okay, I just don't want to talk about it, fine, but like you said, you owe me one- Claire replied quickly.
Jill silently continued searching the room until she found a document. It detailed the latest transactions from the laboratories, all under the name of Martina Fecuccio, an Italian scientist working for Umbrella. Another document described her therapeutic records; she was obsessed with humiliation and torture. She created several viruses with the intention of making a name for herself at Umbrella, but it was in vain. Her viruses weren't lethal or optimal enough to even be considered in Wesker's or Spencer's plans. She was left alone, relegated to her creations, something called Ivy. The pages were torn out, but if this were to cut your skin, even a scratch, it would infect you. In short, the virus causes the infected person's entire inside to rot, generating a terrible stench. The problem is that this takes too long. If they manage to inject the emergency antidote Martina concocted within 24 hours, all that putrefaction will just be expelled as foul-smelling gas from her rear end. Jill smiled at this; imagine her farts, but with an added stench. Not even a Tyrant could stand that.
Then the girls decided to go through the door in search of Martina, capture her, and take her to the BSAA after she'd be tried by the organization Claire worked for. They both had a 9mm pistol, enough bullets for a few zombies, but what they found was very different from what they expected. It was a long, dark hallway, with one door at the end and another halfway down on the right. Very suspicious, especially for experts in this type of mission. They continued cautiously forward, but in the darkness of the corridor, they sensed something moving, something damp, something that didn't feel like a zombie. The smell intensified; it was a very strong odor, similar to Jill's farts but with a plant-like scent, a smell like a swampy forest. Then Jill saw a red switch on the wall. She hadn't even noticed it before; something must have been covering it. When she flipped it, she saw something she'd never seen before. A huge plant was expanding across the entire corridor, an eye in the middle of the vegetation on the ceiling. Quickly, a tentacle of ivy struck Jill, leaving a mark on her arm.
-JILL!- Claire shouted. She quickly aimed at that eye and emptied her magazine. The plant dried up and rotted until it turned to ash. Jill was on the floor, sitting against the wall, groaning in pain. That thing had infected her, and she felt her stomach begin to growl.
-Damn it, Claire, please you have to find the antidote, please, I beg you.-
-You owe me one, and now I'm going to save your life. I want a deal with you, Jill.-
-WHAT the hell? Fine, I'll do anything, but help me. I accept, I don't care what it is.-
-Perfect.- Claire smiled, grabbed Jill's arm, and dragged her into the room. She smashed the display case, grabbed the handcuffs, and tied Jill to the table, leaving her there. -Listen, I'm going to get that antidote, and when I get back, you're going to smell and eat my farts, Jill—the farts YOU gave me earlier—or I'm leaving you here. After that, we'll be even, you understand, right?-
-Damn it, but... okay, go ahead- Jill agreed, knowing she deserved it for what she did to Claire.
Claire went out into the hallway and realized how stupid Martina was. The middle door of the hallway led to a sample room, and one label read "Ivy Antidote." It was yellow with red things floating in it. She already felt sorry for Jill. She had to swallow her own farts through another woman's ass and also swallow that horrible antidote.
-That was easy, even better, I'm about to let out a massive fart.-
Claire started walking quickly to the room. Jill saw her and tried to ask if she'd found the antidote, but as soon as Claire entered, she dragged the sofa she'd used earlier, placed it behind Jill, turned around, and started to sit down. Jill was on her knees, so she couldn't stop her. She tried to put her hands up, but one of them was tied to the table. Claire's rear end was like a domino effect, pushing and pulling Jill's face until she was sitting on top of her.
-MMMMPH,- Jill groaned, but...
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Claire let out a bubbly, warm fart right in Jill's face. It was so fast that Jill didn't even react until she thought to breathe. That fart left Jill kicking her legs on the floor of the room. Claire groaned with relief; it felt good to be able to unload it on Jill's face.
-Okay, listen, I'm going to unload a few more to even things out, got it? If I tell you to open your mouth, you do it, or I swear I'll shit on your face and leave you here to rot,- Claire said in a calm but threatening tone.
Jill made a muffled, barely audible sound of acceptance, but Claire took it as a yes. "You don't mind if I get comfortable, do you?" she said, stretching her legs out and settling over Jill's face, moving her head in time with her movements. Then Claire squeezed her eyes shut and...
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Another fart shot out at Jill's face. She felt her face enveloped in a hot, horrible aura. The smell was even worse, a rotten, shitty smell like nothing she'd ever experienced.
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Another one, not giving Jill time to...
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And another one
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A succession of three horrible farts hit Jill's face, who already felt dizzy from the stench.
Claire stood up in a semi-squat, glancing sideways at Jill's blank face, her disheveled hair, and a butt mark on the sofa around her head.
-Okay, let's finish this. Open your mouth, Jill.-
-No, no, wait, I..-
-NO, JILL, YOU SAID IT! You owe me one. Open up!-
Jill could feel destroyed, but she wouldn't break her promises. Humiliated and almost crying, she slowly opened her mouth until it was wide open.
-Thanks, Jill, I knew you'd understand.- Claire began to slowly lower herself, deliberately teasing Jill, until her butt landed right in Jill's open mouth, not missing a beat.
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Claire let out a fart into Jill's mouth. The echo of the fart echoed in her throat. Jill knew exactly what to do; she was ready to swallow, but...
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Another fart shot straight into Jill's mouth, forcing her to swallow Claire's. Jill could be heard choking on the liters of gas Claire was giving her. With her one free hand, she started slapping Claire, signaling for her to stop.
-Okay, I'm getting up. Oh, wait...-
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A final fart echoed in Jill's throat, hot and bubbly. Claire stood up and saw Jill coughing for air, her mouth like a gas-fueled locomotive, belching disgusting smoke.
-Well, we're even, Jill. Take your antidote. Martina should be at the end of the hall. Let's give that bitch who put us through this what she deserves.-