Hell in the Long Term Care Facility
by Gary2112

There I was, laying in a hospital room in Atlanta. I remembered the accident...the flashing lights of the ambulance and police cars. The pain as they pulled me from the wreckage of my Prius...the complaints about the lack of any ID, and my complete inability to move or speak. I remembered hearing about this condition before.. Locked In Syndrome they called it....on one of those boring medical shows you watch at 2am when nothing else is on. Completely aware of the world around you, able to see...to think...all your senses work but you're trapped. Paralysis in it's most complete form. I was completely terrified, and I couldn't even cry.

The first thing I noticed about her was her light vanilla perfume. Her name was Audry, and she was my extended care nurse. She would bathe me, check on my IV, talk with other nurses and doctors about my state. They had all concluded quite wrongly that I was in a coma. Not so, as I've already explained. As such, they spoke as though I was not there. Cruel at times. How's The Veg doing? The stiff still with us? Things like that. Other times the nurses would have their woman to woman relationship talks while making up my bed, sponge bathing me, changing my IV and what not. At this point my muscles have atrophied to the point I'd not be able to move even if I recovered. My sadness was peaking, I have to say. No control over anything, scared, in an unknown place, with people treating me like an object. "My god he's so bone skinny isn't he?" said Audry to her colleague. It was true. Even before the accident I was a scant 160lbs at 5'11" tall. Now...weeks upon end with just IV drippings....I had to be 115-120. Just rags of flesh over a brittle skeleton.

One afternoon, around 1pm Audry came into my room with her lunch. Some kind of birthday party was happening at the nurse's station that I could tell she didn't want to be part of. She brought the sponge bathing stuff with her as well and closed the door, sitting at my bedside, and began to stuff herself silly with egg salad sandwiches, what looked like onion soup and a really large carton of chocolate milk. Man, could she pack it away! She wasn't skinny at all mind you, nor was she fat. She had a nice curvy figure and was about my height. I'd put her at maybe 170lbs. I must say, with that pretty face and body she'd not be kicked out of any sane man's bed! In any event, after she finished her lunch she proceeded to do the sponge bath, though haphazardly and in a hurried fashion. Then she left to do her rounds.

About 3 hours later I was awoken from whatever you'd call my kind of sleep in my condition, by Audry coming into the room. A lot heavier steps than usual, pushing things out of her way aggressively, roughly checking my IV, pushing me around as she changed my bed in a fashion that I'm sure would have gotten her fired had anyone been watching. When she was finished, my head had been whacked off the bedrail several times, and I was in a lot of pain. She made her way over to the door, and closed it over as if she was going to bathe me, but she'd already done that today. Odd...

She approached my bedside staring down at me with a scowl. She had a couple of tears streaming down her face, and she sat down on the visitors chair, half doubled over with her face in her hands. "That sexist fucker Drake thinks he can put his hands on anyone he wants and get away with it! If I didn't have a 5 year old....I'd fucking leave!" So... the story becomes more clear. Doctor William Drake was the attending physician on this floor. Must've rubbed poor Audry the wrong way. It sure had her upset...I could tell because as she sobbed, I could hear her stomach grumble and boil, and she cursed it a few times as she continued mumbling about Drake.

"All men are the fucking same. But you....you useless shit. What are you staring at? Why are your fucking eyes always half open anyway?" She put her long straight auburn hair up in a ponytail as she spoke, and stood up next to the bed. She locked the door to the room with the deadbolt, and climbed up onto the bed. She straddled my head, facing my feet. I could see up her white skirt to the curve of her amazing bottom, and the thin cotton panties covering it. Slowly she squatted down over my head, and I could feel the sting of the fabric pressing against my face. She positioned herself so that my nose slid into the valley of her buttcrack. It smelled very musky down there, and I was getting scared. Did she plan to suffocate me? God help me! What was she doing?

"bbbbbbrrrrrrrRRRRRRROOOMMPHH!!!" A wave of humid air seeped out of her ass and hung stuck to my face like a coat of latex paint. The smell...rotten eggs, old vegetable stew....I felt my gag reflex, but my body didn't respond. Involuntarily I breathed in through my nose...."pppppphhhrrrrrrrt---rrrtt---rrrrrt----fffoooooshhhHHH!" AGAIN a wave of putridity assaulted my senses, but it burned! My god it actually felt like pepper-spray was being sprayed into my nostrils it was so damned hot...please...please someone come in and make her stop!! PLEASE!! Audry...no more for the love of "BRRRRAAAMMFF!!" .......please....."BBBRRRRAMMMFFFF!!" The choking stench felt almost as if it were a solid object inside my lungs...itching and burning them as I lay there helpless.

Then...I heard a gurgle from above me, emanating from Audry's intestines like nothing I've heard before. "Fuck...my legs are hurting squatting like this. Too bad for you Mr. John Doe...I need to sit down, and your bony little face is going to do just fine." With that, she hitched up her skirt and sat he ass right on my poor skull with all of her weight. God...it hurt so bad...I saw stars...my ears rang....I can't breath...."BRRROOOMP!" She farted again...agony....crushing pain....her gas isn't dissipating at all now..just straight into my sinuses, undiluted by air...."I can't smell it at all, John Doe. You're like a fucking fart receptacle! Hahaha" she laughed. Every jiggle I felt as her ass pulverized my poor head into the mattress. "oooh god...you worthless asshole...your're not gonna like these....Choke on em!" she said, as she rubbed her gurgling abdomen. She lifted up enough to slide the ass of her panties to the side and grabbed the petroleum jelly from the night stand. She put a tiny dab of it on the end of my nose, and sat down on it with all of he crushing weight. Ohh god...my eyes are crushed....my head feels like it's going to pop under her uncaring weight. I feel my nose slipping inside her moist, tight asshole. It clenches as it reluctantly slips down onto my face, sealing my nose completely from the outside world.

Audry grunted audibly as I felt her gas whoosh rapidly into my nasal cavity...bringing with it indescribable acrid pain and stench...some sliding out my tear ducts, making my ears pop with backpressure....then inflating my lungs. "Grrrrrfffffffffffffffffffftttt"
Ahhhh.."Brrrrrrrffffffffffffffffffffff" "Oh yeah. Fuck this feels good, and I don't have to get nauseous choking on my own stink for a change. Suffer in it you useless vegetable." Said Audry in a breathy, half whispered, uncaring voice. "Gntttttttppphhhhhhhhhhhhhhrrttt!" Christ...the pain! My lungs are over-inflating, my ears are cracking and popping with the pressure she's building up...my head is squashed so far into the mattress it looks like she's sitting on a headless love doll. Her butt is spread out wide over my face, her legs out in front of her, with all of her weight bearing down. Her merciless, endless farts keep coming... one after the other, each worse than the one before... by the grace of god I somehow lose conciousness.

When I awaken, the night shift nurse is writing on my chart. I can tell I've been cleaned up, as I can't feel the sticky petroleum jelly on my face anymore. My head feels like it has been crushed in a vice, and my neck clearly has something wrong with it's vertebrae from being over-extended, and with every involuntary breath I can smell only the remnants of Audry's relentless barrage of farts. My lungs are gurgling with every breath as well...I can only assume she burst some of my alveoli and it's trickles of blood bubbling in there. My hearing is shaky at best...like having a cold on an airplane flight. It's like my eardrums are muffled with cotton. She made a mess out of me....simply sitting there in comfort and farting on my face....like any woman would do to a chair. Sitting there in disbelief I watch the night shift nurse, Carol ( a lovely, curvaceous 40-something milf with blonde hair in a bob), come to my bedside. Biting her lower lip and looking quickly around with a mischievous grin on her face, she turned away from the bed, backed up and grabbed my hair. Pushing my face into her tight blue scrub pants she let out a long, sour, oily tuna fart. Half sitting on my head and face to hold it in place, she let go of my hair and placed her hands on her lap. Again she eased out a fishy, stinking, hot fart while occasionally looking around to see no one was coming near the room. She just sat there, squashing my face on the side of the bed, saying nothing. I wept in my mind as this beauty dropped gut bomb after gut bomb calmly, with the occasional quiet sigh of relief, while casually sitting on my face and head. She looked at her watch, eased out another fart. Folded her hands, blew another one over my helpless, tortured face. Sat a little more weight on me and let a greasy, viscous blast drain out of her backside, pile-driving over my face as her bum squashed me senseless. After ten minutes she rose, adjusted my position in the bed and crinkled her nose at the particularly thick smell of her lingering flatulence, and went about her rounds.

There were a whole floor of these women! Is this what they all do to coma patients when no prying eyes can see them? Unknown to each other, let alone the outside world...My god! Can I swallow my tongue and be done with it? Am I to be trapped here for years until I succumb to the ravages of old age!? Heaven above...please have mercy!

While staring at the numerous dots on my hospital room/prison cell's ceiling tiles on day 163 after my accident, I was greeted with the sound of women's laughter approaching the room. In walked Audry and a nurse I had never before seen. She had long blond hair, draping down past her shoulders, and powder blue scrubs, so tight on her curvy little hips and bubble butt it looked like she could explode out of them. Her perfume reminded me of a citrus grove I had once visited in the south of Florida, and she was absolutely gorgeous. After being Audry and Carol's butt cushion for the last number of weeks, it was sad, but all I could think about was what horrible thing she would be subjecting me to. I didn't care anymore. I was numb to the pain of having my head sat on...the searing pain of hot female flatus being shot into my sinuses by these she devil's abdominal contractions...I just wanted it all to be over.

Just then, Kara was about to change my bed, but she dropped the cover sheet on the floor. In bending over to pick it up, she let out a little *prrip* of a fart, very close to my head. She stood up immediately looking embarrassed as Audry giggled at her. "Oh god.." said Kara..."That just came out, almost in that poor man's face..that must be awful" as she waved her hand. "Oh, you don't have to worry about him getting angry or offended..or even thinking for that matter" said Audry. "Here...watch this." She approached the side of the bed where Kara was standing with a somewhat confused look on her face. Audry pulled me to the side of the bed so my face was sideways, facing the wall. She threw a leg up, and sat roughly, heavily on my head. "Oh my god!" said Kara...surprisingly chuckling. "Won't you hurt him?" "Nah..." exclaimed Audry. "He's limp as a dishrag, can't feel anything at all. *BRRRRROOOOOMMMP!! Ooooh..sorry John Doe. That CANNOT smell very good from your vantage point. " She lifted her other leg off the ground and bounced on my poor head a few times, then stood up.

Expressionless, I lay there staring at the wall. I felt actual tears come out of my eyes from the pressure, now relieved, and slowly breathed in the dissipating anal emission of Audry, my tormentress. Kara nearly doubled over with laughter. "Man...imagine...hahah..imag...hahahahah...imagine if he came to while you were sitting on him like that! He'd be like---WHAT THE F***....hahahah" she laughed. Audry chuckled in agreement. "He's like skin and bones though..have to be careful we don't break something" said Kara.
"Are you kidding?" Said Audry. "The doctors never check these stiffs, they can't feel it if anything happens to them anyway. 99% of them die within a year and get shuffled off for another one to take their place. Here..watch." Audry grabbed my shoulders and dragged me off the bed. My heels hit the ground really hard and pain shot through my legs. She layed me out on the floor on my front. She Grabbed my legs under her arms, bent them back and sat on my upper back with me in a boston crab. "See? Flexible as anything, and *crrk* even when you really give it to them, *crrrrkkk* they can't even feel it. ooh, hear that back popping? " Kara laughed again. "Wow..this is so absurd! But it's so funny, I can't stop laughing."

Audry dropped my legs and stood up, rolling me over onto my back. She looked at my face and said "ooh..look. I made him cry. He's got tears coming down his little bony cheeks. Aww..." With a more serious look on her face Kara said "ooh..just a sec..I think I've got something that'll make him cry worse..." and with that she straddled my head, facing my feet, then squatted down onto my face. She looked back over her shoulder into my eyes, and her face got a slightly strained look. I felt her butt push out slightly and it happened... *ffff...ffff....fffffffBBBBBRRRRRRRRRfffff....ffff.....fff ....BRRUTT!!* A fart came out of her that lasted almost 15 seconds. It felt as if someone was firing pulses from a steamer directly up my nose and over my face, laced with fermenting rot. A combination of fish-chowder, onions and sulphur. This was at least twice as bad as anything Audry had subjected me to, even when she had my nose inserted inside her rectum. Completely indescribable, it even made the skin on my face burn..as if someone slathered me with liquid heat for sore muscles. Audry laughed hysterically, and waved her hand over her face complaining about the smell. From across the room she actually gagged a couple of times. Kara smiled down at me with an evil grin. The cat that just ate the canary. "So Johnny boy...does THAT bring tears to your eyes? Yes sir, that felt soooo good, I think I'll let you have a real one this time...no holding back like that last, little puff. Aww...poor little fellah. Big nasty nurses giving you a hard time? " Audry, still laughing, said "Wait a sec...I've got an Idea. Let's see if we can really make him cry."

She went over to the storage closet and grabbed a stack of heavy winter blankets. She locked the door so no one could come in unexpectedly, and came over to Kara. She motioned for her to stand up, which she reluctantly did. "Oooh..whatever you're doing, you might want to leave the room for this next one...I mean my stomach is cramping like I'm going into labour here...hahah" said Kara. "Hold it for a couple more seconds, I really have to let one rip too, but let's do it this way..." said Audry as she slipped her panties off under her skirt. Kara followed suit, pulling her pants and underthings down around her ankles. I felt tears streaming down my cheeks in droves. God..please don't let them do this to me! Have mercy!

"Wow, he IS crying. Hahaha...Aww, don't cry yet Mr. John Doe..I'm not even sitting down yet...wait until we're making skid marks on your face first. Then you can cry. Hahahah..." said Kara. Audry stood over me facing my feet, and she pulled Kara to her. They stood back to back, and descended onto my face. Audry's weight sat nearly entirely on my jaw, and my nose wedged into her butt cleavage. Kara's weight was entirely on my forehead, pressing the back of my skull into the floor. Their combined 340 pounds was excruciating, and they pushed their asses together as tightly as they could. The bridge of my nose was in kara's butt, the bottom of my nose in Audry's. I saw stars worse than before, my ears rang horribly, and my neck creaked and groaned every time they moved. I got only the pure, musky smell of ass with every breath from between them, and the medley of gurgling coming from both of their bloated abdomens filled my ears. Audry wrapped both of them and my head tightly as she could with the pile of winter blankets from the closet. Their sweat from the trapped heat was immediate, and there was absolutely no air flow at all.

"Ok now..tell me when you've got a big one, and we'll both let him have it at the same time. Ready?" said Audry. "oh man, we are so going to hell for this. Hahaha...I'm ready. 3-2....1...UNGH!!!" said Kara. "Whupupupupupup---pppppffffffrrrppthht!!" "Brrrrowowowowowowouuuppthhh!" "BRRUUMP!!" "BRRRAAAFFT!" "Prrrt!!"
There can be no heaven...no god....none would allow such a thing to happen to a helpless man. I felt my jaw dislocate and the crunch of cartilage and tendons under Audry's unmoving weight. She reacted to the change in butt support by pushing back towards Kara a little harder. The farting, for about a minute, was nearly constant. At first they both went, then they traded off like bouts of enemy gunfire. None of it escaped the heavy blankets, and it mixed with the sweat from their asses, soaking my face in salty, acrid putridity. The smell...squalid, septic rot...thick as mucous, hot as a cabbaged based cream soup, invaded every pore, every strand of my now soaked hair. My ears rang dynamically now, as every bounce from their laughter and jibes back and fourth amplified it along with the pain. It was constant, and they not only didn't care..they got some kind of sick pleasure from doing this to me. I wept...*bbbrrraathpap!!* please let me fall unconscious...please *bbbrrrrrOOOMP!!*....just allow me that...*BroooooFFFF!* ...finally..the blackness is coming...

I awoke still on the floor... my jaw hanging at an unnatural angle, gurgling with every breath. The girls were dressed again and my room and bed were back to normal. The blankets were gone and they were chuckling to one another. Kara and Audry stepped on me freely while working, tendons crackling in my hands and fingers under their heels and feet. "Well, I gotta make a call. Can you finish up?" asked Audry. "Sure, no problem" said Kara. "I'll put him back in bed." She roughly grabbed my shoulders and struggling a bit, banging me this way and that, managed to get me up there. She pulled out her cell phone, and I could hear the vibration of an incoming call. "Hello? Oh hey babe. Yeah, I'll be home soon..." she said, looking at me with that same evil grin. "I have to PEE like a bloody race horse, then I'll be on my way. Love you too! Bye!" She grabbed the bedpan, and locked the door. She put it under my head, laying me facing sideways right at the edge of the bed.She slid her pants down to her knees and I saw her white, round bum backing up to me. The warmth of it settled down onto the side of my head, crushing me into the bedpan. She farted a couple of times and I felt an absolute flood of warm, yellow liquid stream through my hair as she urinated.

"Ahhhhh.....this feels soooo good Johnny. I hope you don't drown under there, cuz I'm no where near being finished. *ssssssssssssSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS* " her hot stream intensified, running all over my head and face, rising in the bed pan now to the point that I was sucking it in my nostrils and smashed mouth with my laboured breathing. *SSSSSSSssssssss.......SSSSSSSSSSS*BRRRRAFFTTT* She strained out another fart before she was finished, and rose to her feet. She looked around briefly, then wiped herself off on my bed-clothes. She slid her pants up, dumped the bed pan into the in room toilet, and began hurriedly tidying me and the room. 10 minutes later she was gone, and Carol walked in for her shift. Closing the door behind her she said to me "Oh, you poor little man..you must just dread the time of day when you see me coming in, don't you. Well I wish I had some better news for you, but I'm afraid my guts are just all in disarray this evening. So...I'm just going to sit down on your face for a little while and see if I can't get rid of some of this dreadful gas...." She said matter of factly. There would be no solace for me this evening....no end nor mercy...god help me.

If I hadn't heard them say it, I wouldn't have believed it. It was a full year since I landed in this place after that fateful day when my mobility was stripped from me. I have forgotten what untainted air smells like I believe, as the insides of my sinuses and lungs have had the rectal emissions of no less than seven different women inflicted upon them almost daily. I'm not alone in my silent misery either.

Once, a frail old woman named Bernice was wheeled in here on her hospital bed while something or other was being done to the plumbing in her room. My primary tormentress, Audry, sat on her face and farted for a good twenty minutes while on her break. I could smell the rank gas from across the room, but it was a different thing altogether being able to see the expressions she made as she pushed out her malevolent stink.

She'd bite her lower lip a bit and furrow her brow at times. If she had a particularly bad one in the chamber her eyes would close and her mouth would remain slightly open as she let out a breathy "Ahhhhhhhhh....." for the duration of the putrescent bomb she was inflicting upon her withered old victim. She'd get a look of mischief on her face when I knew she was going to do something particularly evil. She slid her panties to the side and wedged Bernice's poor face between her voluptuous milky white cheeks. Then she'd fold her arms in smugness not unlike a little brattish girl who's hidden her brother's toy and knows she's got the upper hand. The sound of her flatulence began voluminous and bassy, washing over the old woman's trapped features with concentrated, squalid musk...a combination of rotten eggs, over-ripened cheese and thick bile. Slowly the bass transitioned into a hissing sound, and Audry's eyes looked down over her shoulder in utter contempt for her victim. A look that a wolf might give a cornered field mouse it's about to eat, or an elephant might give a jackal whose bones it's about to pulverise under its girth. Finally, an open mouthed smile crept across her face, with a hint of strain as the hissing gave way to a semi-liquid spattering sound....the indication she'd just exhausted her gas and sent a hint of atomized anal droplets straight up the old woman's nose. A damp, humid and swampy hell I was all too familiar with from the many times Audry used my own skull as a seat for her torturous bum.

Following her break, she cleaned up Bernice and went back to her rounds. I saw tears running down her wrinkled cheek from my vantage point, and I knew then she experienced the whole ordeal. It made me want to vomit....the feeling that these depraved individuals had complete free reign to inflict upon we helpless souls whatever their minds could come up with...

I barely had time to complete my thought when Carol walked in, obviously distressed. She closed my room door and slid the lock across. She walked straight over to Bernice...still laying on the bed with visible tears present...and drug her roughly over to the edge of the matress. She slid her scrubs hastily down to her ankles, and sat heavily on Bernice's chest. Fiddling with her jaw, Carol held Bernice's jaw open, and slid forward with her pussy right over her gaping mouth, bringing her weight to bear. Staring down at her victims trapped, squashed visage, she gained a look of strain on her face and grunted as a hissing, whooshing torrent of hot urine gushed out of her, immediately filling Bernice's mouth to the brim and spilling out over her face. Carol responded by sitting all of her weight forward and closing her legs together. She folded her hands on her lap and continued 'pissing like a racehorse' into her helpless, miserable receptacle. The expression of relief on Carol's face became quite plain as she grew close to finishing, and I was surprised at how little urine was dripping onto the surrounding bed and floor...that is, until she arose from her seated position...

Bernice sounded like a person dieing of pneumonia. Her lungs were so full of urine that every breath was a ghastly, gurgling labour. Carol grew red in the face at the inconvenience of having to now aspirate her piss from Bernice's wind pipe. Cursing all the way, she connected the vacuum pump to the wall receptical and roughly drove the tube into the object of her anger's mouth. After ten minutes of drawing out mucous and yellow liquid and cleaning up her victim, Carol seemed satisfied no one would notice her indiscretions.

She grabbed Bernice by her grey hair and held her limp and wilted form up... speaking in a tone that sent chills down my spine. "This will teach you to swallow what you're told to swallow, you old witch. I'm going to sit all of my weight right on your face and make sure you're intimately familiar with all these boiling rumbles my rotten guts are making." Carol accentuated her point by patting her abdomen menacingly. "Ohhhh, how I'm going to rip beer fart, after beer fart, after hot, burning, stinking beer fart right onto your squashed little face while you cry to yourself in silence, you old whore. The only thing you're going to smell for whatever life you have left are the remnants of my putrid flatulence stuck to the inside of your sinuses....and I swear to you I will feel the crunch of your old brittle bones slowly give way under my ass every time I come in to your room... I'm going to enjoy this. Let's get started, shall we?"

What I witnessed that evening I will never be able to wash from my minds eye. It is my growing belief I died that night a year ago, and have been sent to Satan's grasp for the way I lived my life. The visions and experiences grow more and more horrible as each day passes, and heaven help me, it shows no end in sight! Mercy...someone end me before my sanity slips from my grasp...

Day in and day out my torture continued. I was virtually numb to it, except for the occasional time when the nurses were feeling particularly hateful and would stomp on my testicles, bend my limbs at painful angles, or bounce their asses on my poor skull until I heard actual crunching. However I awoke one morning to hear heavy breathing. Odd, I thought to myself. Not a common sound in here to be sure. It was mouth breathing to be more precise, and from my vantage point I could see a very heavy.. obese is more fitting a description I suppose... woman in her late thirties standing just inside my doorway. She was dressed in janitorial gear, and pulled a cart full of cleaning supplies with her as she waddled into the room. She closed my door, then began to mop the floor, barely able to stand under the strain of even the moderate work she was doing. I could smell her b.o. from across the room it was so pungent. In spite of it, there was a prettiness to her face. Her blonde locks framed her round features nicely, and although she was indeed very fat, she maintained some semblance of an hour glass to her figure. Her bottom was certainly an object to be feared. It looked like if she sat on you or just about anything, painful crushing would immediately ensue.

As I watched her go about her duties, fear began to build in the back of my mind. Although she wasn't one of my regular tormentresses, an encounter with this woman might be my last. It wasn't long before my fears were answered. Looking around her, she waddled over to my bedside. The smell of her was strong and unpleasant... like the bottom of a garbage can when you take the bag out, or those old musty rags molding in the basement. She definitely did not wash herself in all the right places sufficiently, and the faint scent of perfume did little to cover this fact. She looked down at me, breathing heavily through her mouth, as if every movement she made were an intense effort. A grin crept across her round, puffy face as a flubbering, plupping sound slapped out from between the cheeks of her ass, lasting nearly a full ten seconds. *Growowow---fwupluplupluplup...fweeerrtttthhhh* She was facing away from me, and it took several seconds for the smell to hit.

When the smell came over me it was so intense...so room filling...that I actually felt my body react on it's own. My breathing changed, and my stomach clenched as if trying to retch. This brought fourth a little giggle from Jackie, as it said on her name tag. And she spoke for the first time, with a decidedly southern accent.

"I jus had me a big ol' plate of greasy onion rings, fried chicken, and a whooole mess of hard boiled eggs with mayo. I loves them eggs, but they gives me gawd awful bellyaches, and the wind I gits is hot enough to burn the ass right outta my britches. Tell you what sugah, I'm gonna sit my little ol' be-hind down for a spell...you know.. just till I can manage to ease out alllll o this nasty gas, then I'll get back to work. If'n you'ze still alive after I'm done fartin on y'all that is. That ol lady cross the way what passed away last week wasn't so lucky. Yes sir, I had it baaad that day. I sat on her face for nigh on 45 minutes...must have let a hundred or more of em rip, and they was still comin. Never seen nothing like it.......course I don't suppose she did neither. Toward the end of it, sir I tell you, it felt like my ass was drippin scaldin hot lava they was so bad. It burned my poor butt hole like a bon fire poker, but I had to get that stuff outta my guts. I can't imagine what it smells like in between these here cheeks o' mine when I'm givin 'er like that, but Mr. John Doe, you are about to find out first hand...yes sir! "

With that, tears streaming down my face all the while, Jackie stood up on the bed. The metal frame creaked and groaned under the strain of her. She wheezed and panted with the effort, sweat dripping off of her already wet brow. She pulled down her green scrub pants, the sweat stained crack clearly visible, and I could smell her backside from her standing position. Slowly she lowered herself down, facing my feet. Her bottom made contact with my chest and the weight was unlike anything I've felt before, even when I had 2 women on me. I felt several of my ribs actually crack under the pressure, and the pain was immediate. She slid backwards and her enormous butt cheeks opened up, like a python swallowing a cowering field mouse. They slid around my head, the stagnant, fetid stench of her bum filling my senses immediately. The mere smell of this alone was worse than what the others had subjected me to. My nose was being crushed completely flat in direct contact with her stinking asshole, my vision was filled completely with the brightest stars from her voluminous mounds of fat crushing down upon me, my ears rang horribly and I could only hear her distant breathing and heartbeat. All else was silent.

*FRRRROOOOOMMMMPPP!!* ....A full on fart blasted into my nostrils and over my face with the force of an air compressor. From this distance the burning pain almost overtook the squalid, dank and bilious stink erupting from her bowels. The heat was literally stinging...as if I had immersed my face into a deep fryer and my skin was blistering into boils. *GROOOONT!---GROOOOOOOONT!----BROOOOOMMMP! ---PROOOOOOOFFFF! ---PPPFFFFFfffffff---fffffff-----fffffffffff-----ffffffff......* Each loud, voluminous barrage hurt worse than the first...the smell not unlike a bin full of fish entrails, rotting in the sun, writhing with maggots. It had no where to go but into my nostrils...flaring them out forcefully with each blast...and over my face and crushed eyes, making them sting and water.

From her seat, Jackie had her arms folded on her gut. With each anal barrage she gritted her teeth and scrunched her face up, following each one with a short relieved sigh. She was breathing hard, sweating, and her abdomen boiled, churned and growled like a sewage processing plant. My hair was all that was exposed between her cheeks, and not much of it at that. The little there was jostled with every pew-splitting crackle that plowed its way out of her uncaring ass.

On it went for a full 15 minutes. At that point, Jackie exclaimed "Ohh...my. Little fella, you better hang on to yourself. I don't know if this is gonna be all air or not, but it's commin out regardless. HNNNGGUH!!" She clenched both fists, closed her eyes, and made a motion like a trucker pulling his air horn. Her eyes rolled back in the utter pleasure of relief and she unleashed hell upon me. *Brupupupupup---SQARRCH---thhhhhWAAPPAPAPAPAPAPAPAPTHH HHRAAPP!!!* I felt something in my sinuses pop under the strain. My ears nearly exploded with the back pressure like never before, and my stomach convulsed, forcing bile up into and out of my mouth. Her last straining fart was so moist and humid that its condensed substance soaked my face and hair, and left an ass print sized brownish stain around my head on the pillow. My nasal passages bled from the onslaught, my eyes bled from the pressure of being sat on for so long, and my neck cartilage was definitely out of place between my vertebrae.

As she rose up from her seated position and climbed down to the floor, she looked at the state of me and curled up her nose. She opened my window, and immediately the cool air washed across my face. She flipped my stained pillow over, hurriedly wiped my face off, and finished her tasks in the room. Before she left, she pulled my head to the side of the bed, and sat that punishing ass down on me one last time. Sliding her pants down slightly, her greasy bum sliding onto me, she farted six or seven more hellish blasts out of her and pulled my sheets over my head leaving me to cook in her humid, stinking flatulence. She bounced a couple of times, her round ass spreading out over my head unrelentingly, and I lost consciousness from the pain as she chuckled and walked out of the room.

The next day, my regular doctor came in for his rounds. Looking at the state of me, he did a more thorough check than usual. Oh god in heaven...please let him see it! Please let him know my plight!! He noticed my pillow. Then the bruises and joint dislocations from the nurses abuse. "My god man...what have they been doing to you?" he said half under his breath. Jubilation!!! Someone had seen!! I'm going to be ok!!... He reached for his cell phone and began to dial a number, just as a huge *CLANG!!* rang out. He dropped to the floor, with Audry and Carol standing behind him. Audry held an oxygen tank aloft....she had just struck him over the head with it.

"Now now Mr. Smartypants...you should have just asked us what we do to treat these useless stiffs. We'll be more than happy to show you first hand." Audry seethed through clenched teeth. Carol wheeled a bed in, complete with restraints and they both hefted the doctor onto it. As they began to fiddle with the straps and Jackie walked in, closing the door behind her...I abandoned all hope. Nothing I could do would save me, and my one possible savior has been taken out. What they did to that poor man....right in front of me....god help us all.

 

PART 2 - Through Bernice's Eyes


Bernice lay in her bed, fully aware of what was going on around her, her old brittle bones riddled with fractures from abuse, her joints aching horribly. Like so many patients on this ward, the nursing staff took horrible advantage of her, subjecting her to unspeakable treatment for the simple fact that they could not speak for themselves.

She had been in this state for well over a year. her family had left her in the care of the ward, mostly forgetting about her...at least 8 months had gone by since any of her family had been by to see her or even called to check on her progress. The plumbing in the ward was ratty at the best of times, but today it was particularly bad. A slow leak in the sink in Bernice's room had progressed from a slow drip...a drip that in the silence of the nights sounded like a reverberating drum to her unshielded old ears. Finally maintenance staff were coming...and overhearing the conversation the fact that the constant annoyance would finally be fixed was at least one glimmer of good news in her otherwise hopeless existence.

That morning a porter wheeled Bernice's bed across the hall into an occupied room temporarily. There lay a man in an unresponsive state, his head facing the center of the room, eyes barely open and completely blank. "I'll take her from here" chirped Audrey to the porter, as he simply nodded and left to attend to other duties.

Striding over to the door Audrey closed it and clicked the lock shut...

As they wheeled me into the room my hopes were dashed...I saw another poor soul laying in his bed..staring with blank, but conscious eyes...much as I am sure I appeared to him. That horrible girl Audrey came in and gave me an evil smirk as she shooed the porter out and locked the door. I watched her walking towards me, her painful curves swaying to and fro...her hand rubbing her abdomen as she came... Standing up on the bed I saw up her long, young, shapely legs to the bubble of her rear end, and her hair cascading down her shoulders in its pony tail. She simply knelt on the bed straddling me, then slowly descended her backside towards my upturned, immobile face.

Her cheeks pressed against me..the stink of her panty fabric pushing against my thin, wrinkled skin paled in comparison to the immediate musky smell of her crack. As she settled back my nose slipped between her soft, round buttocks..inching deeper and deeper . Every shallow breath I took came through my nose..and her weight resting on my face made even that almost impossible. *guurrrgle--gluuurg*  Involuntary tears welled up in my eyes as I knew all too well what that sound meant... "Uhhnnn..." murmurred Audrey as she shifted her weight around slightly. I felt her anus pushing outwards against my face...then *Brrrrrrrrroooffffffffffffnnt*  "ahhhhhhhhh..."  A hot, foul and focused jet of methane and sulphur whooshed into my nose and over my face, immediately feeling as though I walked into a sauna from a frigid winter night. The smell was sour like old milk, with a hint of eggs infused in it like some insidious chemical.

Sitting a little heavier as if to emphasize my predicament, again, I felt Audrey's asshole push the ass of her panties down onto my squashed nose.. *Brrrrrmmp.    Brrrrrrrrmp.    Frrrrrrrr...rrrrrr........rrrrrrrrffffffffrrrmp.  Brrrrrrrrrnnnfffff*  "ahhhhhhhhh...." Audrey sighed breathily as a series of slow, increasingly warm farts hissed and vibrated out of her into my nostrils, and over my reddening, sweaty cheeks. The smell again like expired milk, the acidic lactose burning the inside of my nasal passages like boiled vinegar...my tears flowed freely as she made effortless little grunts and straining noises followed by more euphoric sighs of relief..."Uhhhn....yeah...take a whiff bitch...not like you have a fucking choice, cuz I am not moving." *Brrrrrrrrnnnf.  Brrrrrrmp.   Brrrrrrrrrmmp.  BrrrrOOOMMMFFFF!!* Ahhhhhhhhh....

I went in and out of consciousness during the last minutes of Audrey's cruel bombardment...until finally I felt the cool air wash over my face, followed by a rough scrub with a wet facecloth. The evaporation on my cheeks at this point felt like a winter breeze in contrast to being sat on for the last ...well...I lost track of how long. My room mate, still staring out of nearly closed eyes seems to show pity...but it's impossible to tell. If he's conscious inside there like me, I'm sure he has stories just like mine of the hellish treatment in this dump for hopeless souls.

Minutes later, Carol entered the room, locking the door with that god awful *click* noise that by now reminded me of the cocking of a gun. She strode over to the bed hurriedly and roughly dragged my head to the bedside, my neck at an awkward angle. She slid her scrubs down over her large, round ass while her back was to me. I could smell her already, working all day her odour was pungent as soon as the barrier of her clothing was out of the way. Reaching down her hand pushed my jaw open, already sore from being under Audrey earlier... She sat down on my chest, compressing my ribs, and scooted forward until her crotch was over my mouth, holding it open. My light was cut off as she closed her legs together, and an immediate flow of acrid, salty urine flooded into my open maw like a torrent of yellow sewage. *ssssssssssSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.......*  The hiss of it was palpable from my vantage point...I had no way to turn away, no control to swallow it...immediately it began backing up into my sinuses, and filling my lungs. The burn of it...the unanswered gag reflex...the feeling of your body wanting to violently cough to expel the caustic liquid was a pain unto it's own...it burned as my air sacs filled with it and still Carol relaxed on my face letting her urine flow freely... *SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS......* Please! Someone...anyone! It hurts..so badly...she's drowning me! My lungs....this is AGONY!!!...  *SSSsssssssssssssssssssssss*  ahhhhhhhhh... 

Rising off my face, my poor old sack of bones took a reflexive breath that sounded like a clogged drain being plunged with a broken plunger. Gouts of Carol's foul liquid bubbled out of my nose and mouth onto the sheets, burning my airways as they went, barely enough oxygen to sustain my consciousness finding its way inside. I was in so much pain and near asphyxia I could barely process the angry tirade Carol was spitting at me...obviously angry she had to rectify the condition she put me in, lest she be discovered. While she assembled the hoses to vacuum her fluid from my lungs she spoke it. "I'm going to sit all of my weight right on your face and make sure you're intimately familiar with all these boiling rumbles my rotten guts are making." Carol accentuated her point by patting her abdomen menacingly. "Ohhhh, how I'm going to rip beer fart, after beer fart, after hot, burning, stinking beer fart right onto your squashed little face while you cry to yourself in silence, you old whore. The only thing you're going to smell for whatever life you have left are the remnants of my putrid flatulence stuck to the inside of your sinuses....and I swear to you I will feel the crunch of your old brittle bones slowly give way under my ass every time I come in to your room... I'm going to enjoy this. Let's get started, shall we?" Violently she applied the aspirator down my throat...scraping me horribly without the use of an intubator...the suction liberated nearly a full litre of bloody, mucous filled urine from my lungs, leaving my airways literally burned from the prolonged exposure to uric acid. Every breath was extremely sensitive...and Carol was about to sit yet again...

Such bitter anger and hatred...the bully denied her whim of using me as an object...as a toilet...for the simple fact I lacked the ability to even swallow on my own. She had nearly DROWNED me...left me in unimaginable pain and humliation...the degradation of being abused to that extent...to be made sub human...and to be cursed...belittled... beaten down after the fact...I felt like a tortured animal crawling on its belly to the inevitable slaughter.

Plopping her considerable backside onto my already tortured face, Carol folded her arms and put her legs out in front of her. She had an angry, defiant look on her...with a chilling coldness to her expression. I saw her moon shaped, bare ass descent, and swallow my old head like a python swallowing an egg. She expertly positioned her rosebud ON the tip of my nose as the cacophony of abdominal rumbling filled my ears. Between the depths of her cheeks it smelled beyond musky..almost like oily sardines.. I knew this was going to be bad...

*FAH-ROOOOMMP!!*  *BRRRRRMP!*  *GRrrrrrowowowRROOMP!*  ahhhhhhh.

Please god!! NO! The HEAT of it in my burned air passages is like liquid FIRE!! ANYONE!! PLEE-

*FFRRRRROOOOOMMMP!!*

*BAHHH-RUMMP!* ahhhhhhhhhh

" I am going to sit on your face like this you old bitch, and you are going to S-M-E-L-L every last ounce of my ROTTEN beer farts...my only regret is that I can't hear you CRY! *hrrrrnnnggg..*  BRRROONT!! *BRRRMMP!! *FRRRrrrrrrrNNTTT!!  ahhhhhhhh... " she gloated..as if passing out a sentence from a haughty southern judge on a convicted rapist.

NO...no!! Can't anyone HEAR these rumbling gun shots? Do they not care? My GOD please HELP me...please...it stinks SOO badly...HEL-

*BRRRRRRRRNNNFF!!*

Noooooo!!! PLEE-

*GRRRRRRRMMPP!!*

*sobb...sobb*..nooo-

*BRRRRRRRNNNFFF*  "aaahhhhhhhhh...SMELL it...." spat Carol, in a hue of unchallenged, incontrovertible smugness.

My lungs were in SEARING pain from Carol's wicked fumes...She deliberately sat her weight on me such that every accursed blast shot straight INTO me and remained there. The pressure built with every scalding jet of rectal steam she forced out. My oxygen drained..replaced by methane...in spite of the BURNING, itching hellfire over-inflating my poor old alveoli, like an errand of mercy my consciousness faded out under her seemingly unending thunder...thank the lord....thank the lord...

I awoke to cloudy vision...it was night now...as the only light came in under the door to the hallway.  True to her venomous, cruel words, Carol was right...every breath reeked of her beer tainted flatulence...it clung to my sinuses like tar...permeated them...enveloped them, adding to the misery of my existence. I could hear a mop being swished along the floor and someone humming to themselves. Every breath I took still burned like blowing air over an open sore...my neck hurt from being at an un natural angle under Carol's ass for so long.  I don't know how long I was out for...but my breath still rattled as though fluid remained in my lungs and I could feel my face was still raw from being sat on.

Suddenly the door opened. The huge, overweight janitress waddled in, leaning her mop against the wall, and locking the door behind her. *Grrrowwl---rrrumble--grrkkk--orrowow*  Her stomach sound like a trio of Bengal tigers chained to a stake...pulling at their chains to devour their prey.

"Whooowee ol' girl...I dunno whut I dun went and eat today, but *grrrwwwll--grrrnk*  OHH my guts is bubblin like a witches cauldron. I'm gonna take off these ol sweaty britches and sit on yo face for a good long spell an I'm gonna let alllll this rumblin out all relaxed like. It is gonna stiiiIIIINK I reckon....and girly, you gonna smell it, smell it SMELL-IT until I git done. And uh...jus 'tween you an me...I'd say hello to yo maker...cuz....I don't think you gonna survive...haha...." Jackie said, as she peeled off her sausage casing pants and underwear, and undulated her girth towards me...making the bed protest in loud creaks as she got on and began to position her MASSIVE ass over my poor tortured head...

Looking up, I saw the rolls of fat making up her back, and her enormous round backside. She slapped it audibly as she looked back over her shoulder giving me a big, mean spirited, condescending smile, and began to squat. As she did so..her cheeks separated and I could see inside their dark confines...the closer they got, their moist warmth washed over me like the uncomfortable trip outside of an air conditioned mall on a humid July day.

My face slipped between her cheeks easily, disappearing from view along with most of my torso under her humungous form. The inside of her buttocks were slick as grease from her sweat and smelled like the underside of an outhouse. Her weight settling on my skull was overwhelming...and the rumbling inside her belly was all I could hear.

"Hmmm..there we go...all nice an comfy. Get ready to eat my staink you ol bat, cuz shugah, I ain't gettin off a yo face." Said Jackie..her cruel, smug words seemed to turn her on, as her breathing quickened in anticipation of what she was about to subject me to.

*GRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrnnt!!*  *PHHARROOMP!* *PRRROOMMP!*  *Grrrrrnnt! *GRRRRRNT!* *GRRRRRRRNT!*  "Ohh hohoho!! Looord up ABOVE tha's HOT ain't it girly?" chuckled Jackie through her first barrage.

I wish I had the descriptive powers to convey to you what this enormous woman's gas felt like as it scalded my airways. The force of it was destructive enough on it's own...in minutes I felt several of my air sacs burst under the strain. It was so humid and moisture filled, it felt like an aerosol of stink particles from some demonic sprinkler was forcing endless waves of sulphur droplets into my nose. Every ONE of Jackies farts had the same volume as five of any other of the attendants who used my face as a seat cushion, and the pile of fermented waste lining her intestines raised the temperature of her emissions to the point of blistering.

"Ha ha ha...whooo WEE...you ain't seen NOTHIN yet granny!! "  *FRRRRRRRRNT!!*  *FRRROOOMMMP!!*  *BRRRRowowowow...owowowow.....RRROOOMP!!*  Ahhhhhhhh..   *GRRRRNT*.  *GRRRRRRNT*...*GRRRRRRRRNNT*  ahhhhhhhhh

The sizzling, steaming bursts of methane shot into my nose as forcefully as a leaf blower. PLEASE let my suffering end!! Won't SOMEONE please walk in and-

*GRRRRRRNNTTT!!*  ahhhhhhhhh

*BBRRRRUMMMMP!!*  ahhhhhhhh

CHRIST!! The pain!! The STENCH!! My alveoli begin to pop like bubble wrap after each cruel torrent...my lungs feel like someone emptied a nest of angry HORNETS into them..*sob*...and she just...won't ....sto-

*BBBRRRRRRRNNFF--FRRRRUUMP!!* ahhh

*sob*..pleee-heee-

*BBRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPP!!*  ahhhhh

PLEEEEEEE-

*GRRRRRRRRRNNFF-BRRRRRRRUMMP!!*  "Ohhhh missy...they's just gettin worse an WORSE..hahahaha!"

My prayers going unanswered...the utter ruin of my life-giving lungs under the force of cubic meters of rancid fermentation biproduct...the pain itself overwhelming my nervous system...I succumb slowly to the undulating thunder of this giant hog of a woman sat on my bones...my tears serve only to add to the bubbling..flubbering sounds of her meaty cheeks slapping against mine...as she gasses me over, and over and over again...not even realizing I passed away under her until nearly a full twenty minutes later. At least now...unlike the last hopeless years of my life spent abandoned by friend and family alike I will know peace.