The Defarted The Brapping On Bri

Part 3 of one man's journey to get revenge on the women who wronged him.

With Abby out of the way I set my sights on another in the group. I set my next sights on Brianna. By this point, Brianna had grown from that jaded young girl to being an adult woman. As I observed her entering the gym I sat at one of the machines nearby, making out to be slowly doing reps, but in reality, keeping a watch on her.

Afterwards she began making her way to the massage tables located s on the other side of the gym in a private room.

"Come in." she answered. I opened the door to find her laying on the table, facing the opposite direction, face down with her clothes off and only a towel covering her bottom.

"Are you ready for your massage?" I asked.

"Oh my god, you wouldn't believe it.," she replied.

"Well lets go ahead and get this session going." I responded

The gym luckily didn't require much in the uniform department from their employees. In my case, a black t-shirt was enough to convince anyone I was one of the employees, as it was the color they wore.

"I'm going to listen to my music, if thats okay?" she said.

"Yeah, go ahead." I responded

She put head phones on, blasting loud rap music. I took the opportunity and began massaging her back and shoulders. I figure I give her that comfort and false sense of security before I surprise her with discomfort and insecurity.

After a few minutes I worked my way down her back, feeling her smooth brown skin. She was a mix of Black and Puerto Rican, but I can tell what part of the genetics landed where as I looked and admired her shapely bottom and her long beautiful hair.

I looked down and observed her almost dozing off, as if the massage had put her in a state of ease and that was when I struck.

Suddenly I jumped onto the table dropping my bottom on the back of her head facing the opposite direction.

"Hey, what the fuck, get off of me!" she said..

Before she could let another word out, I let a few words out

"BRRRRAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPP BRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPP PPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT!" shouted my ass

It was a chain reaction as fart after fart after fart came out breaking the sound made by her headphones as the music in her ears wasn't Kendrick Lamar but this ass instead.

"Holy shit, that is disgusting. What are you doing?" she complained.

"Just getting even." I replied as I let another one out, this one just short and quick but prolific enough that she couldn't take it.

"GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!" she tried to scream, but the room's walls absorbed the sound leaving her cries for help for naught.

"I wonder what's under here." I asked as I removed her towel exposing her bare bottom.

"My oh my, look at this." I said further.

"THAT's MY ASS. YOU BETTER PUT MY TOWEL BACK ON RIGHT NO---"

But before she could finish her sentence I took both my hands and decided to play the bongos with both her butt cheeks. Smacking them over and over as she pathetically whimpered underneath of me powerless.

"Stop, it hurts!" she yelled.

Before she could get another out I let a few more out, shattering her ear drum.

"BRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPP BRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPP PFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTT!" shouted my ass.

By this point the room wast hot boxed with farts and her massage room had become her torutre chamber.

"It stinks in here, holy fuck. Who do you think you are?" she asked.

"I'm just a man looking to get even." I said.

"For what?" she questioned.

"For everything." I said, as I leaned forward letting out a few more into her ear.

"BRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPP!" my ass screamed.

By this point she was beaten, my heavy weight on her thin body was too much for her to fight back and the pugnant smell coming from me was too much for her to handle.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" she asked.

"I use to be your friend, but you don't seem to remember." I stated.

"Why? I ain't never hung around with your fat ass." she replied.

"Oh but you did and I can see you have yet to change." I answered.

"Would you just get up off of me?" she asked.

"Just a few more." I answered as I let out 3 more loud, bassy farts into her ears. By this point she was gagging, unable to breath the clean air for my manly musk.

"Look, I'll give you whatever you want." she answered.

"I only want the satisfaction." I answered as I took out handcuffs from my pocket and turned over to cuff her hand right hand to a piece of the table underneath leaving her trapped on the table naked.

"What is this?" she asked.

"I just wanted to leave you like you left me." I answered.

She tried to get up but fell off the table onto the floor. I looked down at her pathetically looking up at me, body naked and hand cuffed to under the table.

"You!" she stated.

"Yeah, me." I answered as I shoved a pair of my used whitey tighty underwear in her mouth and grabbed her clothes laying on the side table, turned off the light and left the room, locking it from the inside.

As I walked out of the back room I could hear her muffled moans but I knew it would be a few hours before the overnight janitor would find her naked, alone, stinky and afraid, just like she left me.

I headed outside with the clothes and threw them in the trash can. She won't be needing those for a while and went to my car, heading to my next revenge.