Warning -- Story contains scat fetish and bondage. If you do not enjoy such thing, then this story might not be right for you. However, if you are curious or are into this, keep reading through. It might be interesting, you never know.
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Arrival
It was around two in the morning, cloudy, rainy night. Carl was just about to lock the main entrance of the restaurant when the phone rang. Unfortunately for him, it was 01:52 and, technically, the restaurant was still doing deliveries. He sighed before picking up the phone. Soft and seductive voice came through.
"Hey, ehm... You guys still working?"
" Hey, yep! We are!" -- Carl answered with a lot of enthusiasm and a small chuckle.
"Oh, great! Ehm... I'd love to have two turkey sandwiches"
"Definitely... I just have to say that we're about to close so I can only microwave the ones we have at the moment." -- Carl said with a bit of embarrassment.
"That'd be fine... Address is 7
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Lincoln Drive, ehm... It's a building, so... apartment four" -- Emma chuckled and simply hung up.
Carl was slightly surprised that Emma hung up on him without saying goodbye but he did not care much. He simply put two, already prepared, sandwiches in the microwave for two minutes and then left the restaurant, locking the entrance and taking off to 7
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Lincoln Drive.
When Carl put the address into his GPS he realized it's one of the dangerous neighborhoods, it wasn't bad but he wasn't comfortable in that area. He finally arrived to the location. Through his right window he saw the sign showing the address of entire building. It was huge building that had a dark alleyway leading to it's entrance. Carl sighed, grabbed the bag with sandwiches and left the car, locking it, of course. He entered the building and immediately realized that elevator is out of service. Carl proceeded to take the stairs.
When he reached apartment four he saw that it's nothing but an empty storage. He then felt his phone vibrating, text message just came through from the same number.
"Sorry, it's apartment eleven, floor number eight, MY BAD" -- He sighed as he realized that he has to climb more stairs. He left "seen" on the message and kept climbing until reaching the apartment. He knocked twice, he was sweating and his heart was beating hard. The door finally opened and a beautiful, redheaded, pale skinned girl at the age of 25 opened the door. She had big breasts along with big ass. She flashed a smile immediately and invited Carl in.
Carl didn't really go into customers' apartments but he was tired and really needed a drink. Upon entering he felt terrible smell in the apartment, he made disgusted facial expression and even wanted to cover his nostrils with sleeve but thought it'd make him immature. Emma left the bag with sandwiches on the table and motioned Carl towards an old sofa in the living room. Carl already made regrets for entering the apartment but now he just went with the flow.
Emma did not even ask Carl if he wants drinks, she simply brought him a glass of sparkling water. Carl, in order to get hydrated but also to leave as soon as possible, downed the glass of water in one go. He then rested the glass on the small table in front of him and turned his blushed face to Emma, hiding his disgust of the smell.
"It'll be $7,20" -- Carl said with a polite smile.
"Sure, let me grab my purse, give me a minute" -- Emma smiled and went for a room in the corner.
Carl's eyes started closing down and he was feeling a bit ill, he stood up and started going towards an exit.
"You know what... it's on the house" -- Carl said with his tone increased as he went for the exit. Unfortunately for him, he suddenly fell down on the floor. His eyes caught Emma and one, really tall, blondie with medium breasts but big ass, leaving the room that Emma entered. He then fell unconscious.
In the basement
Some liquid was dropping onto his face when he opened his eyes. His wrists, legs, stomach, torso and even his forehead were tightly chained against the floor. He was wearing a gasmask with a huge pipe leading to it. All he was able to do is breathe and blink. He waited for over half an hour until he heard doors opening.
Emma and the blondie, Melissa, entered the room, smirking and grinning. They both wore black latex outfits, revealing only their heads, breasts, pussies and assholes.
"Look at that inferior human being, just waiting for us and not being able to do anything" -- Emma smirked while eyeing Carl.
Carl was simply staring at the duo. The pipe that was leading to Carl's gasmask had two exits, one for each step-sister. Melissa's face was full of evil smirk and grin. She immediately reached for one end of the pipe and inserted it into her asshole. She then looked over to Emma and invited her over.
Emma was teasing her clit when she reached for her part of hose as well, inserting it in her asshole. Both of them looked down to Carl who was now sweating and breathing heavily. His facial expression was showing off that he's in fear for his life.
Emma and Melissa grabbed each others' shoulders before they bent over. Their stomach deformed a bit as they started pushing, their faces turned red and Melissa's forehead vein even popped out as she was pushing too. Finally, sigh of relief was heard from both step-sisters as their farts left their stomachs. The disgusting, strong odor entered Carl's gasmask and soon after his nostrils and his mouth. Carl was grasping for air but oxygen level was decreasing rapidly.
Emma and Melissa kept pushing farts into Carl's gasmask, at one point some of diarrhea left Melissa's asshole and entered Carl's gasmask. Carl's stomach started deforming as well, he was about to vomit. Emma noticed Carl's behavior when Melissa was still pushing farts with her eyes closed and relief facial expression.
