Kari Takes Charge
Chapter Four
There was a knock at the front door. Yuma only faintly heard it, because Kari's recent farts had been very loud.
"Hey Kari?" he said, after she had just rfeleased a fart that felt and tasted like he had just
"I'm not going to stop farting on you," she said, leaning forward.
"It's not that. It's…the door."
Just then the doorbell sent its shrill note through the house. "Oh, right," Kari said, getting up. Turning to Yuma, she said, "Don't you dare move a muscle."
She went for the door, and Yuma tried everything in his power to disobey the command his sister had just made. But he found that his joints as stiff as if they had been sprayed to remain in their current position, Maybe his synapses were taking a holiday or something. Whatever it was, he was stuck here, at his sister's mercy.
Kotori came rushing into the room. She saw Yuma in an immovable position and came over to sit on his hip. "Yuma, stop faking!" she said, shaking his neck. But he still couldn't move a muscle. And he couldn't speak either. His vocal cords were full of his sister's fart.
"This is not funny, Yuma!"
"I think he thinks it is very funny," Kari said, coming in the room.
Kotori decided to go with a different approach. She tickled Yuma, knowing him to to be highly ticklish. When it yielded no response from him, she wailed in despair.
And before she knew what was happening, she felt a pressure on her neck, and she toppled onto Yuma as if she were climbing into bed with him, which she would have been willing to do, only this wasn't a bed, but a couch, and a force outside herself was coercing her into it. She was not doing this of her own free will. And that scared her.
And then she recognized the feeling, from the sleepovers she used to go to. It was the weight of a human female on top of her. And the only human female in the house was…
"Kari! What is the meaning of this?"
"You caught Yuma in my clutches," Kari said, and the sounds of her filing her nails reached Kotori's ears. "I couldn't let you go scot-free for that."
"You did this to him?"
"Yes. And for good reason, too. My dear brother has been a bad boy, risking my clothes just so that he could prove himself. The stuff from my anus must be inhaled by such a bad boy."
"Stuff from your anus? You mean…"
"Yes, I farted on him, little girl. And I'm going to do the same to you."
Kotori did not like how comfortable Kari was getting on her neck. And then a fart came, which encircled Kotori's entire head. She gagged.
"How could you gag at that?" Kari asked. "You haven't even tasted my fart yet. That was just a little bubble."
"It was more than I've taken in four years, since a girl at school who sat in front of my desk and always farted moved away."
"Well, this next one will be a trial for your nostrils." Kari released a fart that made Kari's nose feel as if it had been flipped inside out. Then another fart, which smelt, oddly, of elephant crossed with hippo, caused Kotori to gag even harder.
"No need to choke, precious," Kari said, mockingly.
Kotori tried to catch her breath, but another fart came, and another, and another. She felt like she had been on a roller coaster which had sprayed out Kari's farts at her, mercilessly. And they wouldn't stop.
At last, Kotori screamed. "Get off me!" she yelled.
"No," Kari said. "I have big plans for you now. I never knew that farting on a girl could be this much fun."
"It's not fun for me," Kotori said.
"That's because you're not being open-minded. Keep your mind receptive of new things, such as my fart. Then you will enjoy it."
"Yeah, right," Kotori said, before Kari released a series of ten, rapid farts that all tasted of rancid witch's brew. She really gagged this time.
Yuma was moving his fingers now, and he entwined his in hers. She was glad he could move again, though her current position was unpleasant, and Yuma could not get out from under her. She had never pictured that they would be in close quarters this way.
Kari got off Kotori and went around the couch. Yuma moved his hand in a former position, hoping she wouldn't notice that he had moved at all.
"Oh, Yuma, you think I don't know your games? It's time to put you under constraint again."
Kari lifted Kotori and tossed her onto the loveseat. Yuma tried to move quickly, but Kari grabbed his heel and held him back. "Nice try, little bro."
"Let me go!"
"Never!" Kari said. She pinned him into the couch and swiftly slammed her butt into his chin, then released a fart that had been held there for a few minutes.
Kotori could not move a muscle. She was at Kari's mercy. It seemed that Kari wanted both Yuma and Kotori to be hers, for some reason.
When Kari had released what Kotori counted as twenty really loud farts, which practically busted her eardrums, Kotori thought she'd nearly made it to break free from this constraint Kari had placed on her with her fart. But then Kari put her butt to Kotori's lips, and released a triple-fart.
The only consolation Kotori got out of kissing Kari's butt directly, was that Yuma had just been doing the same.
"Is this the spot where Yuma kissed?" Kotori asked.
"No," said Kari. She pointed two inches to the left and half an inch up. "That was over here." Her hand was right over her anus.
Kotori felt vomit rise to her lips as she said, "I want to kiss the spot Yuma kissed."
Kari shifted so that her anus was directly on Kotori's lips. And now there was no relentlessness on Kari's part, and Kotori might as well have been eating Kari's fart as the main course and the appetizers and all the other courses and dessert and post-dessert dessert since so much of it engulfed her throat, all right along, without much rests between farts.
The biggest thing Kotori wanted to know was why Kari was putting her through this torment. She could not fathom it. Kari took such immense pleasure in it. Kotori was certain there was a word for this, but she couldn't think what it was.
After Kari released a fart which seemed to Kotori to have lasted an hour, but could not have gone on more than ten minutes in actuality, Yuma sprang from his place on the couch, and Kari was caught off-guard. That didn't stop her from chasing him and catching him in the kitchen, dragging him back to be tortured even more. He pleaded for her to let him go, but she would not. Once again, she pinned him on the couch between the cushion seats and the back, and thrust her butt in his face, releasing incredibly nasty farts that caused Kotori's nose to wrinkle even from her position on the loveseat, which was a very squished position indeed. And her nose was the only thing that could move slightly, for the rest of her body was as restrained by Kari's fart as ever.
"Surprise, surprise," Kotori said, when Kari got back on her again.
"You didn't really think I was done farting on you? I have a ton left to release."
"I thought you might be ready to engage in another activity by now."
"But there's no activity I can think of that gives me more pleasure than this," Kari said. "And when one meets a new pleasure, there is nothing to do but indulge, indulge, indulge."
"Even if it brings misery to other people?"
"I'm sorry if my happiness makes you miserable," Kari said. "But that doesn't mean I can just stop, now can I?"
"Yes, you can. There's a thing called sympathy, you know."
"Well, I never heard of it," Kari said. And before Kotori could continue the conversation, Kari released a fart in her mouth that felt like Kotori had allowed rusty nails to roll in her mouth for hours and had eaten licorice and spinach mixed in a bowl of cat food. And that was the most palatable fart she tasted for the next three-quarters of an hour, before Kari got off again to resume her seat on Yuma.
