Sabrina Green lay on her belly, her heart pounding with anticipation and fear. Iza Candy stood over her, a wicked smile on her lips as she gazed down at the helpless woman. The studio lights glinted off of Iza's metal harness, which was currently strapped tightly around her own waist. Attached to this harness were several hoses that led to a tank on the floor next to them.
"You've been such a naughty slave," Iza purred, running a gloved hand along Sabrina's spine. Sabrina shivered in response, her breath hitching. She knew what was coming and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
Iza pulled out a syringe filled with a thick, foul-smelling liquid from the tank and pressed it against Sabrina's bare skin. The coolness of the needle sent a shiver down Sabrina's spine as Iza injected her with the noxious substance.
"This is going to make for quite the experience," Iza said with a chuckle. She then unbuckled a strap from her harness and lowered the bulbous end onto Sabrina's lower back, pressing down on her flesh. Sabrina gasped as she felt herself being pushed into the floor, her legs spread uncomfortably wide.
Iza fastened the strap around Sabrina's waist, securing her in place. She then picked up a remote control and pressed a button. With a loud hiss, air began to fill the hoses attached to Iza's harness. Sabrina watched in horror as Iza's stomach began to swell, her ass cheeks bulging out threateningly.
And then it happened. A loud, rumbling fart echoed through the studio, followed by several more in quick succession. Sabrina could suddenly feel the pressure building up inside her, the stinky gas pushing against her insides. She tried to hold it in, but it was no use.
"No, please," she begged, tears streaming down her face. "Not in my face."
But it was too late. Another volley of farts exploded from Iza's body, each one more powerful than the last. The first wave hit Sabrina full force, causing her to gag and choke on the noxious gas. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to block out the smell and taste.
The second wave was even more potent, causing her to retch violently. She could feel the hot, sticky mess seeping between her legs, pooling on the floor beneath her. The third wave hit her with such force that she lost consciousness momentarily.
When she came to, she could still feel the stench permeating every pore of her being. She opened her eyes blearily to see Iza standing above her, a satisfied grin on her face.
"And that, my dear Sabrina," she purred, "is what happens when you disobey your mistress."
With that, Iza unbuckled Sabrina from the floor and carried her off camera. The poor woman was left alone, covered in filth and embarrassment, wondering what horrible thing Iza had planned for her next.
