Jack, a wimpy man, was on his way back from work when he was followed by four lewd women. Their eyes were filled with lust and their bodies dripping with sweat. Jack, oblivious to their intentions, continued walking until he reached his apartment building. The women caught up to him and surrounded him, trapping him like a cornered animal.
One of the women, Poison Ivy, took the lead and spoke in a deep, seductive voice. "We saw how you walked past us without even noticing us, Jack. We want to teach you a lesson about appreciating women." The other three women giggled and licked their lips.
Jack, terrified by their words and actions, tried to reason with them. "Please, ladies, I have no interest in any of you. I just want to go home." But his pleas fell on deaf ears. The women closed in on him, swaying their hips and running their hands over their bodies.
"You're going to love our lesson, Jack," said Lavínia Princess, a woman with long, flowing blonde hair and eyes that could pierce through souls. She grabbed Jack by the collar and dragged him towards his apartment. The other women followed close behind, their heels clicking against the concrete floor.
When they reached the door, Poison Ivy wrapped her legs around Jack's neck with a tight leg scissor hold. Lavínia Princess sat on Jack's face, her massive breasts pressing against his cheeks. She released a loud, wet fart onto his nose, making it difficult for him to breathe. The other women watched with eager anticipation, their hands kneading their own breasts in anticipation of their turn.
The two women switched places. This time, it was Lavínia Princess who sat on Jack's face while Poison Ivy held him in place. Lavínia Princess grinned wickedly as she released another fart into Jack's mouth. The taste was awful, like rotten eggs mixed with sweat. But Jack couldn't do anything about it. He was completely powerless under the women's weight and control.
As the women took turns farting in his face and sitting on his chest, they reached into Jack's pockets and stole his belongings. His phone, wallet, and laptop were all taken. They didn't need them though; they were more interested in using them to humiliate Jack further.
Hours passed by, and Jack was left battered and exhausted. The women finally left him alone, still sprawled out on his living room floor. He tried to get up, but his body ached from being held in such awkward positions for so long. The taste of their farts lingered in his mouth, making him retch. He felt like he needed a shower to wash away the filth that had invaded his body and soul.
