Kari Takes Charge

Chapter Five

Kari had just finished an excessive night of farting on Yuma and Kotori, both on couches facing each other in the family living room.

The air rank of meatloaf, asparagus, collared greens, custard pie, and hominy, digested and with the foul body odors emitted from Kari's anus. She felt good and happy, though she could tell that her butt captives were less than thrilled with the current prospects.

"Well, you've had a reveling night," Kari said. She rubbed her hands together. "Now time to go get some food. Back in a jiff!"

Kotori watched Kari's retreating posterior as it moved through the kitchen door. It would be on her many, many more times, and she couldn't wait.

Yuma looked worse for wear, though. He didn't take his sister's farting so well, or at least judging by his expression, the night of inhaling his sister's flatulence had not been very pleasing to him.

Kari appeared to have a much deeper affinity for farting on Yuma...almost a vindictiveness, as if she were paying him back for hurting her. Or maybe she just thought that as her brother he ought to serve her that way during the most strenuous and awful-smelling fart releases her anus produced.

Kotori got dealt some pretty malodorous balls of gas that Kari forced her to swallow while she sat on Kotori's face, as if it were a throne. But Kotori felt like she was having a good time. And as she found this sort of pleasing, and wonderful, she anticipated eagerly the next time Kari would coerce her into tasting flatulence so nostril-wrenching as to make her gag, or nearly vomit. Because when Kari did it on you, it felt like you were the one she needed most, and you wanted to be necessary to her.

Maybe Yuma didn't feel this way, but Kotori certainly did. So when Kari brought in a platter of nachos and scrambled eggs, Kotori wished with all her might that Kari would take a seat on her once more, and was quite disappointed when Kari chose Yuma to be her chair, or her toilet, to be more precise.

Then something occurred to Kotori. That though she loved this, Yuma might need a break. And well, she wasn't the kind of girl who missed out on school. At any rate, she had to ask Kari if she and Yuma could go, since Kari seemed to want them on hand 24/7.

"Erm, I have a request," Kotori said, as she watched Kari spoon eggs into her mouth. (She was very cute when she ate, Kari was. Kotori almost wished she could kiss Kari on the lips, watching that, but she knew Kari wouldn't like that...her anus on Kotori's face was as much girl-on-girl action as Kari would give her.

"Huh? What was that?" Kari asked, biting into a nacho.

"Well, I really ought to be in school today," she said, rather lamely. "I mean, we—that is, me and Yuma—have to go to school."

"You're taking the day off." Kari said. She moved toward Kotori and tantalizingly held her posterior above Kotori's lips before brining it down and releasing a massive fart.

When Kotori could catch her breath again, nearly half-an-hour later, she said, "But we'll have assignments we'll miss and probably not catch up on…"

"So?" Kari asked, before releasing a fart that made Kotori shriek. But the next fart silenced her, it was so nasty that she couldn't scream, for she felt as if a skunk had blocked her vocal cords from operating.

They didn't get to go to school that day. Kari needed them, as she said every time she was asked by Kotori, and soon she could tell by the grandfather clock in the room that third period had passed, fourth period, fifth...and there was no more point in asking.

The next day Kotori tried again to convince Kari but she wouldn't budge. By the time third period had ended at their school for that day, Kari threatened to diarrhea in Kotori's mouth if she continued to ask to go to school that day. So the matter was droppecd.

Over the ensuing two days, Kotori nagged, and begged, and pleaded for Kari to let them go. Not so much for her own sake, as for Yuma's, who looked worse and worse every day.

All he needs is a little breathing space for a few hours, then he'll gladly come back and serve his sister this way, Kotori thought.

Now it was Thurday, and only one day of school left for the week.

"When are you going to let us go?" she asked Kari once more.

"Never," Kari said, releasing a fart that tasted like gym sock pudding.

"You can't mean that," Kotori said, when she had stopped gagging.

"Can't mean what?"

"That you won't ever let us go." At the back of her mind, she thought of how Kari seemed to be saying she would never let them leave her butt-service, which was fine by Kotori. And she was sure even Yuma wouldn't mind were he allowed to breath clean air every once in awhile.

"But I'm not going to," Kari said.

"You have to! We have school!"

"You do not need school. You need my fart."

"No I don't. And neither does Yuma."

"Yes, you do. Now be quiet so that I can concentrate." Kari squeezed her butt-cheeks together to release a fart that shook Kotori to the core. Now her taste buds felt like they had been smeared in elbow grease mixed with shoe polish after Kotori licked mud off of the prettiest girl in school's armpits.

After another two hours of Kari switching back and forth between Kotori and Yuma, the former finally said, "Come on, really. What will make you let us go?"

"You really want to know?" Kari asked, twisting around to face Kotori.

"Yes."

"You won't like it."

"Tell me, anyway."

"All right, then. The only way I'll let you go is if both of you make a blood promise that you will come back willingly to be constrained by my fart."

"Yeah, right. Like we'd ever do that."

"Then you can forget about ever being free of my butt, Kotori," Kari said, before switching back around and releasing a fart that made Kotori feel like she had licked a sheet of metal for seven hours straight and then tried sandpaper to soothe her aching tongue…

Why had she even been arguing against Kari keeping them indefinitely? Even when Kari made her gag, Kotori loved it. The feeling of being controlled by another female, and a hot one at that, took her breath awa.

So she agreed that she'd make the vow. Not for her own sake but because she felt Kari would not want to fart on her anymore if she knew Kotori enjoyed it. And also because Yuma was the one who needed school, far more than Kotori, in order to cope with this situation.

So the next morning Kotori stood in her school uniform, listening to Kari's instructions.

"Repeat after me: 'I, Kotori.'"

"I, Kotori."

"'Solemnly swear.'"

"Solemnly swear."

"'That I will let Kari sit on my face again and fart her heart out and keep me as restrained as she likes until she is satisfied that I will suit her wishes.'"

"Forget it. I'm not saying that."

"Say it, or I'm not letting you go to school today," Kari said.

Kotori sighed and raised her hand. "I solemnly swear that I will let Kari…repeat it again, please."

Kari did so.

Kotori tried to say it, but she broke down halfway again and finally said, "No! I am not saying that heinous, demeaning thing!"

"Suit yourself," Kari said, shrugging and turning around. Three rapid balls of gas emerged from her posterior and engulfed Kotori, causing her to nearly choke.

It was times like this that she felt like shoving Kari to the ground and rubbing her butt in Kari's face. See how she liked being farted on. But it only lasted a moment. For being subjugated by Kari was the highest bliss Kotori had ever known. So she let herself get farted on and even allowed a splurt of diarrhea from Kari's anus to erupt into her throat, making her feel enlightened.

So she said the words Kari had instructed her to say. Kari nodded in glee. "I knew my diarrhea would urge you to it," she said. "I'll have to do that on you more often."

It was actually almost a farce, this game she was playing with Kari. She didn't really want to be free...this was all for Yuma. Wasn't it? And anyhow, she was sure Kari intended to keep her. The way Kari farted on her was so alluring, so possessive, that the idea of Kari not wanting her was laughable, even to the point that to allow her to leave for a mere few hours, Kotori had to make this ridiculous pleade.

Of course, the main thing was that Yuma needed to say it too. Kotori tried to talk his sister otu of forcing him to do this, but she insisted.

"I'm not saying it," Yuma said.

"Come on, for me?" Kotori said. She squeezed his hand.

He sighed. For her, he would have to do it. He could not resist her eyes, winking at him. And he'd have a short respite from his sister's fart, at least.

So he said the pledge. And while in the house, he kind of meant it. He'd come home to Kari and let her...ugh. He shuddered to think about it.

"Okay, now for the parting fart," Kari said. She shoved Kotori to the ground and pressed her butt to her face. "ERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP!" her posterior offered as a love song to Kotori's lips. While feeling elated, she also had to struggle not to gag, it was pretty nasty-smelling.

"Now on you," Kari said to Yuma.

Yuma rolled under the table to avoid her advance, and she tossed the chairs aside, clawing as she reached for him. "Come here, my fart-sniffer. It's taste the worst you've ever imbibed, I can feel it coming."

She yanked him out, dragging him by his ankle. Then her posterior slammed down onto his nose and mouth. That had to hurt. Kotori cringed a bit. But oh gosh! The sound of Kari farting was music to her ears. And Yuma might've been submerged but he couldn't have been suffering too much. At least Kotori would've have been, were she in his shoes. His sister was so nice to do this on them. It was breathtakingly wonderful.

Koroti pranced toward the bus stop. They'd have a terrific day at school, then come back to be farted on for an entire weekend. Wonderful, sweet, buena. All was right with the world.

Yuma's vocal cords finally unconstricted on the bus. "I'm not going home after school," he said.

"You must! Kari will find a way to make it worse for us if you don't!"

"I'm sorry, Korori. I'm not going back to kiss my sister's butt. And be farted on by her."

"But we made a promise!"

"I'm not keeping a promise made under duress," Yuma said, taking an empty seat.

Koroti slid into his lap. "Yes, you are," she said, tickling him under the chin. Then she kissed him, quite prominently.

"Your breath smells like her fart," he said.

"So does yours," she said.

They both laughed and nuzzled each other. Everyone on the bus ahh'd at them. "Yuma ad Koroti sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G," said Flip.

A blond girl sat next to Yuma at the next stop. She was called Kisara. Kotori kind of liked her though she was a loner. Which was probably why she liked being near a pair she thought was a couple on the bus. To get tips if she ever got a boyfriend.

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Kisara must not have minded the smell, because she did not move but continued to watch them.

The bus pulled into the parking lot of their school. "Promise you'll be here on the home journey," Kotori said, as if this was a fantasy land and soon they'd be back to happiness and glee in Kari's care.

"I'll be there," Yuma said, but something in his voice sounded evasive.

Kotori squeezed his arm reassuringly,

Several times at school she spotted Yuma whispering with Kisara. She seemed to enjoy talking with him in such low tones that Kotori couldn't catch what they were saying as she passed.

The school day went by in a blur. Kotori noticed people commented on how awful she smelled. Kathy didn't seem to mind, but she hung around cats so she had to be used to awful smells.

"He didn't get on the bus," Kotori said.

"What? Then you should've got off, found him and grabbed him!"

"But we can't get here without a bus."

Kari paced back and forth. "I need him! I've got to fart right now! It's going to taste really awful, I'm sure, and he's the one I must go on!"

Kotori felt sadness wash over her. But maybe once Yuma got home Kari would be more pleased with the idea of farting on her. "He might be coming on the late bus," Kotori put in. Her cell phone beeped, and she read the message there. "Yeah, he says he's gone to a soccer game."

"Well, I can't wait for the activity bus to come with him," Kari said. "We're going to the school to find him."

"Why not just go on me while we wait?"

"I told you, I need him! His nostrils must suffer."

"My nostrils can suffer as well as his."

"You don't get it. He's the one who makes me the most happy to fart on...and the next hour of flatulence I release is going to be full of nasty-smelling gasses. You probably couldn't stand all that coming out on you."

"Yes, I can!" Kotori insisted. "Please."

"Now you're trying to trick me into thinking you really want it," Kari said, as Kotori batted her eyelashes in a flirtacious way. "But I don't believe you do."

"Don't believe I do what?'

"Want me to fart on you."

"Yeah, I do. Please. Go ahead."

"Reverse psychology," Kari said. "It's not gonna work."

"If you don't release on me, you'll be holding it for an hour," Kotori pointed out.

Kari started to say something but she had to dance to hold her flatulence in, and even then several popping bubbles emerged.

"See?" Kotori said, grinning.

"Fine," said Kari. "I do need to fart. Desperately."

"So you'll go on me."

Kari shrugged. "It'll pass the time."

Kotori got on the couch and Kari sat down. "RRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!" her butt offered, causing Kotori's nostrils to flare up. Then came a super-long fart which tasted like turkey and deviled eggs and seasoned rice with shaving cream and tepid water and a dead rat. Mix it all and then imagine it is flowing over your taste buds and you can sort of get the idea of what it smelled like to Kotori.

And the farts kept getting worse and worse. Though perhaps adversely, Kotori felt that the longer Kari farted on her and the more disgusting it got, the more she wanted it. For this was bliss, this was the height of joy.

An hour passed, then two. Kari was still releasing flatulence like there was no tomorrow, and Kotori licked her posterior with the utmost enthusiasm. But then Kari suddenly stopped. Her captive beneath her knew it wasn't for lack of flatulence that she ceased, for her butt shivered as if it had tons of gasses left to release. Somethng had to be worrying Kari.

"What's wrong?" Kotori asked.

"I'm pretty sure the activity bus should've been here by now," Kari said. "And Yuma's not back yet."

"Call the school and find out what's going on," Kotori suggested.

"Great idea," Kari said. She dialed the number for the vice principal of Yuma's school.

"Hello?"

"Um, hi. This is Kari Tsukumo, sister of a student at your school. Listen, did the activity buses leave yet?"

"Yeah. Most have delivered the students on them by now. Why?"

"My brother was on and he's not home yet."

"He should be there by now, or very nearly."

"Are you sure all the activity buses have left?"

"Yes, I'm sure," the fice principal snapped. "Now don't call again."

She hung up. Kari was so mad that she had to release some rather icky farts on Kotori to calm herself down.

Then they heard the sound of grilles pulling to a stop outside. Kari darted over to a window and watched as a couple of kids climbed out of the school bus. But neither of them was Yuma, and the bus drove off.

\Kari ran outside attempting to flag the bus down, but it had disappeared around the corner. She came back drooping.

"Didn't find him, then?" Kotori sasked, when she returned.

"Nope," said Kari. "It's really frustrating."

"He probably just got sidetracked. He'll be here soon."

"No," Kari said. "He ran away. There's no other explanation."

"Why would he do that?"

"Maybe because he hates my fart," Kari said, sniffing.

"No one could hate your fart," Kotori said. "It's just not possible."

"Yuma's my brother. Of course it's worse for him."

"Kari, please don't say things like that! If we just find Yuma and you force him back here, he will want to belong to you in that way."

"How the heck are we supposed to find him?"

Kotori's phone rang. Kari picked it up. "Hello."

"Hi, this is Rio. Listen, that boy you asked me to look for is at an arcade, I think. But you'll never get him out of there without bringinin in hot girls to fart on all thhe guys in there."

"Thanks for the tip, Rio," Kari said, without enlightening him on the fact that he hadn't reached Kotori when calling.

"Good thing I have college roommates who have little sisters who would love to fart on teenage boys," Kari said.

"I thought you finished college in three semesters," Kotori said.

"Yuma told you that?"

"Yeah. So how could you have had roommates in the plural?"

"I was in a suite. There were four of us girls. And two of them left before the second year so I had five roommates in total."

She dialed a number. "Hailey. Call all the girls, and tell them I've got a job for them, and their sisters."

"What kind of job?" Kotori heard Kari's friend say, for her phone was on speaker.

"A farting job."

"Oooh. I'm on it."

Kari hung up.

"Doesn't she require the details?"

"Eh, I'll text it to her once the girls know what I'm asking of them. Some boys are going to be very happy tonight."

Meanwhile, Back at the Ranch, a very popular arcade that had opened up the previous month, catered to myriad young people who found their games intriguing. Yuma Tsukumo was at a video game module in the arcade, playing Selective Dragons. You got to play with some of the most famous dragons of Duel Monsters from the long gone days: Blue-Eyes White-Dragon, Red-Eyes Black Dragon, Tyrant Dragon, Serpent Night Dragon, Judgment Dragon, Harpie's Pet Dragon, and Ryu-Ran were just a few of the selections, though the latter was the one least chosen by people who played the game.

Yuma was controlling Spear Dragon, which he had just unlocked the last time he was here. He needed to unlock three more dragons to break into the Castle of Dark Illusions.

A troupe of blond girls marched in, cuddling the guys in the arcade with Yuma. They all had looks of mischief on their faces as they led the guys out, the kind of mischief which indicated they intended to fart on the guys who were now infatuated with them.

Yuma was too busy playing the game to notice this, however."Winged Dragon Guardian of the Fortress, go on the defensive," he said into the mic. Just a few more strikes and I'll have access to Gaia the Dragon Champion.

He was so intensely intrigued by his Spear Dragon's new Dragunity weapons that he didn't see his sister sidle up to him, and so she pounced without him being wary of it, and farted profusely in his face.

"Ugh, get that disguting smell away from me!" Yuma exclaimed.

"No," Kari said. "I need to fart, and you are my fart recipient. Also, I have to punish you for not coming home directly after school. So here's your punishment."

And her butt erupted with more flatulence, tasting of cement and licorice mixed with liverwurst, and cheese pizza which Kari loved, and frankfurters, and onion rings, but with the stench of being wastes rather than their natural forms.

"This is nasty," Yuma said, having been forced to swallow what felt like three gallons of his sister's fart.

"Good, it should be," she said.

She had to drag him home to get him there, and that night she gave both her captives a huge amount of diarrhea on their clothes. It got on the couch too. But the Hailey girl whom Kari had contacted on Kori's phone licked their clothes and the couch, gagging at times but looking fondly at Kari which made Kotori think of someone in love.