As Mary Anny and Daniel stepped out of the elevator, they could already smell the pungent scent wafting through the air. They knew exactly what it was - their slave, chained up and eagerly waiting for them.
Mary Anny had returned from a sumptuous meal at the restaurant, her stomach full and aching with the need to release some gas. She couldn't wait to unleash her farts onto the poor soul who was bound to receive them.
Their slave, a man in his early thirties, was tied up in an intricate bondage setup. His eyes were wide open, fixed on the door, anticipating their arrival. He trembled with fear and excitement – he knew what was coming, and there was nothing he could do about it.
Mary Anny strutted over to him, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. She wore a tight black dress that accentuated her curves, and her long blonde hair fell over her shoulders like a waterfall. Daniel followed closely behind, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Smell that?" Mary Anny asked, her voice low and seductive. "That's the scent of your impending doom." She chuckled softly before leaning in close to his ear. "You're going to enjoy this, slave," she whispered, her hot breath causing him to shudder.
Daniel grabbed a large bag of holding and emptied its contents onto the floor. It was a massive collection of different scents - farts captured from various sources and stored away for such occasions. The slave's eyes widened even further as he realized what was about to happen to him.
Mary Anny stepped back, giving Daniel a nod. He picked up a pair of panties from the collection and held them up to the slave's nose. "Smell this," he commanded, his voice cold and harsh.
The slave inhaled deeply, his face turning an even deeper shade of red as he caught a whiff of the pungent scent. It was a mixture of different farts - some extremely ripe, others slightly less so. But they all stank to high heaven.
"Mmm, that's what I like to hear," Mary Anny purred, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "Now it's your turn."
She turned her back on him, giving him full access to her exposed rear. The slave's eyes darted between her and Daniel, unsure of what to do next. But he knew he had no choice in the matter.
Slowly, hesitantly at first, the slave lowered his face towards Mary Anny's ass. His lips brushed against the soft, supple skin, and he inhaled deeply once more. The powerful scent of her farts enveloped him, causing his stomach to churn with nausea and his cock to twitch with anticipation.
With a mischievous grin, Mary Anny moved slightly, teasing him. "Come on, slave," she taunted. "You haven't had any of my farts yet."
The slave closed his eyes, steeling himself for what was about to come. Slowly, she lowered her panties, revealing her bare, hairy cunt to him. His nose was just inches away from the scent, and he could feel his own farts building up inside him, eager to escape.
With a loud sigh, Mary Anny released a long, slow fart directly into the slave's face. It was disgusting and rotten, the smell overpowering. But the slave couldn't help himself – he inhaled it deep into his lungs, his cock now rock-hard and throbbing with excitement.
One after another, Mary Anny released her farts onto the helpless slave. Each one was worse than the last, each one more potent and pungent than the one before. The slave couldn't believe how turned on he was by this experience – by the smell, the power, the humiliation.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Mary Anny stepped away from him. The slave was panting heavily, his face covered in sweat and smeared with her farts. But he couldn't wipe them off – he was too busy savoring the smell, the taste, the memory of what had just happened.
"That," Mary Anny declared, "was a job well done." She turned to Daniel, her eyes sparkling with pride. "This slave is going to make a wonderful addition to our collection."
