Mibby stormed into her new slave's quarters, her eyes flashing with fury. The air around her was thick with the scent of her own gas, but she wasn't about to let that deter her from punishing the person who had betrayed her trust. This slave had been brought to her by the highest recommendations, but they had clearly been mistaken.
She looked at the trembling figure before her, who was cowering on the floor. "You thought you could get away with it, didn't you?" she growled, her voice low and menacing. The slave looked up at her mistress, tears welling in their eyes.
"I-I'm sorry, Mistress," they stammered, "but I couldn't take it anymore. I had to tell someone what you were doing."
Mibby's hand clenched into a fist at her side. "You made a mistake when you betrayed me," she warned, her voice cold as ice. She walked over to the slave, towering over them as she leaned down close to their face.
"You're going to learn your lesson now," she said, her warm breath brushing against their cheek. "And you're going to learn it the hard way."
With that, Mibby reached down and grabbed the back of the slave's shirt, yanking them to their feet. She pushed them roughly against the nearby wall, her grip tight enough to bruise. The slave whimpered in pain and fear as she pulled down their pants, leaving them completely exposed and vulnerable.
"I'm going to make you smell my farts," she announced, her voice dripping with venom. "And you're going to love every second of it."
With that, she released her grip on the slave, who slid down the wall to the floor in a heap. Mibby watched with satisfaction as the slave struggled to breathe through the powerful stench that surrounded her. Slowly, she lowered herself to sit on the floor in front of the slave, her ass pointed directly at their face.
"Smell it," she commanded, her voice still dripping with anger. "Smell the stink of betrayal."
The slave hesitated for a moment before tentatively leaning forward, their nose just inches from Mibby's asshole. They closed their eyes, steeling themselves for the inevitable wave of nausea that always accompanied their mistress's farts.
"Breathe in," Mibby ordered, her voice softening just slightly.
The slave obeyed, taking in a deep breath through their nose. The air was thick with the sickly-sweet scent of Mibby's farts, each one hot and humid against their face. They could feel the gas spreading through their nostrils, filling their lungs with the foul odor.
"That's it," Mibby purred, her hand reaching down to caress the slave's cheek. "You're going to enjoy every last one of my farts, aren't you?"
The slave nodded meekly, their eyes watering from the stench. As Mibby released another wave of gas into the air, they leaned forward even further, their nose pressed against her asshole as they tried to survive the onslaught.
"That's right," Mibby murmured, her voice almost soothing now. "You belong to me, and I'll do whatever I want with you."
She leaned back, pulling her ass away from the slave's face. "Now," she said, her voice harder again, "tell me why you betrayed me."
The slave whimpered, their eyes filling with tears. They knew that there would be no mercy from Mibby, no matter what they said. But they also knew that they had no choice but to obey their mistress.
"I-I couldn't take it anymore," they stammered. "Your farts were too much for me to handle."
Mibby narrowed her eyes, considering the slave's words. She knew that they were probably telling the truth, but she also knew that they had crossed a line.
"You were supposed to be strong for me," she said, her voice cold once again. "But you failed."
She reached down and grabbed a handful of the slave's hair, pulling their head back so that they were forced to look up at her.
"From now on," she growled, "you will always smell my farts. You will never forget the stench of betrayal."
With that, she let go of the slave's hair and stood up, turning her back on them once again. The slave lay on the floor, shaking and sobbing, as they tried to breathe through the persistent stink that surrounded them.
