As the captain of the co-ed team, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and determination as we prepared for the annual competition against the top-ranking sorority. We had been practicing tirelessly, fine-tuning our strategies and reflexes to ensure we came out victorious. There was no room for error this year.
However, as fate would have it, the day of the tournament arrived, and once again, every girl in our fraternity, including myself, started feeling queasy and bloated. The unmistakable stench of ass filled the air, signaling another bitter defeat on the horizon - yet another year spent sick in bed.
But this time, things were different. Holly, one of our members, accidentally spilled the beans about their secret weapon: they'd been sneaking into our sorority dorms and lacing our drinks with laxatives! It was disgusting and underhanded, but it explained everything. We had been outsmarted and outplayed, and it wasn't fair.
Enraged by their deception, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I sat down with my boyfriend, Victor, and we came up with a plan to teach them a lesson they wouldn't forget. Brett, the former boyfriend of one of their members, would be the perfect scapegoat. He certainly had it coming after all the rumors about him hating the smell of ass so much that he wouldn't go down on a girl.
With Victor's help, I drafted a letter, setting out our terms: surrender Brett to us for punishment, or face the consequences. They had no choice but to comply. As midnight struck, Brett arrived cuffed and blindfolded at our doorstep, and our revenge began.
As the leader of the fraternity, I took it upon myself to be the one to administer justice. I bound him tightly in industrial plastic wrap, covering him from head to toe, and gagging him with my ruined G-string. With a full latex mask strapped over his head, he was now completely at our mercy.
I led him up to the basement, where I had set up a special punishment area for him. The bench was designed to prevent him from escaping or turning away from his fate, and the head clamps ensured he couldn't move his head at all. I lifted his arms and secured them behind his back before securing his ankles in place as well.
Finally, I mounted a camera, making sure to capture every moment of his humiliation. I then positioned myself on top of him, sitting directly on his face as he squirmed helplessly underneath me. With a sinister smirk, I informed him that he was going to enjoy the smell of ass now, whether he liked it or not.
I relished in his discomfort as he thrashed around, trying to get free. But no amount of struggling could save him from the onslaught of wet farts and gas that poured forth from my ass and filled his nostrils. Every time he managed to catch a breath, I sat down on him again, trapping his face beneath my butt.
It was a powerful feeling, knowing that I had him at my mercy. And the best part was yet to come: once I'd had my fill of revenge, it would be his turn to face the punishment we'd dealt Brett. I couldn't wait to see the look on their faces when they realized they'd messed with the wrong fraternity.
As I finally removed myself from his helpless figure, glistening with sweat and smelling of ass, I had to admit that this had been one of the most satisfying experiences of my life. Of course, it wasn't always right or honorable to seek revenge in this manner, but in this case, they had left us with no choice. From now on, they would remember the day they crossed our line and paid the price.
