The Punishment of a Goddess
Nicolly was a sex goddess, known for her wild parties and unbridled passion. She had a slave, a beautiful young woman named Natya, who was tasked with attending to her every need. One day, Nicolly decided to punish Natya for some perceived slight. She ordered her to lie face down on the floor, with her ass pointing towards her mistress's face.
"What have you done to deserve this?" asked Nicolly, her eyes glinting with mischief.
"I-I'm sorry, mistress," stuttered Natya, trembling in fear. "I-I didn't mean to displease you."
Nicolly smirked and leaned forward, her mouth inches away from Natya's exposed behind. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, filling her lungs with air. As she exhaled, a powerful fart blasted out of her mouth, hitting Natya's exposed cheeks with a loud slap.
"Mmmmph!" Natya grunted, the shockwave of the fart causing her to bounce off the floor.
"That's it?" sneered Nicolly, her eyes opening wide in disbelief. "You call that a reaction?"
She stood up and walked around Natya, casting a critical eye over her slave's naked form. "You need to learn your place," she growled, reaching down and grabbing hold of Natya's hair. "And you're going to show me just how much you appreciate my hard work."
With that, Nicolly dragged Natya to her feet and positioned her back on the floor, this time with her face directly below her mistress's perfect ass. She leaned forward, grinding her hips against Natya's face, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
"You like this, don't you?" she purred, her voice a low rumble. "You like the taste of my goddess farts."
With each passing moment, Nicolly's farts grew stronger and more pungent, filling the room with their acrid scent. Natya struggled to breathe through the thick cloud of gas, her eyes watering and her nose burning.
"Tell me," commanded Nicolly, her voice ringing with authority. "Do you want more?"
Natya whimpered, unable to form words. All she could do was nod her head frantically, her eyes pleading with her mistress for mercy.
"Good girl," cooed Nicolly, her smile gentle. She withdrew from Natya's face, taking a moment to savor the delicious scent of her own farts. Then, with a curt nod, she lifted her leg once again and unleashed a torrent of hot, stinky gas directly onto Natya's face.
"Mmmmph!" Natya cried out, her entire body shaking with the force of the assault. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she struggled to catch her breath, the fumes filling her lungs and clouding her mind.
For what felt like hours, Nicolly continued to fart on her slave's face, each blast stronger than the last. By the time she finally stopped, Natya was a sobbing mess, her face red and blotchy from the onslaught of gas.
"Get up," commanded Nicolly, turning her back on her slave. "And remember, next time I ask you a question, you better have an answer that pleases me."
Natya struggled to her feet, wiping the tears from her eyes. As she looked up at her mistress, she knew that this wasn't over. Nicolly was a goddess, after all, and gods could be cruel indeed.
