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Title: A Blow of Rage: Queen Ariel's Revenge on Jack
By the time Jack finished wiping the remaining ketchup from his chin, he had completely forgotten about the tasty snacks he had just consumed. His eyes were locked on the grinning goddess in front of him as she raised her bulging cheeks towards him, clearly readying herself for what was about to come. "Oh no, not again," he muttered under his breath, realizing too late that he had made an enemy of someone who could inflict serious harm with nothing more than a fart.
Queen Ariel took a deep breath, filling her lungs with air as she clenched her muscles. She let out a low growl before releasing the pent-up gas directly into Jack's face. The smell was nauseating, like a mixture of rotten eggs and spoiled milk, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of being hit by a hot, wet wind. Jack's eyes watered uncontrollably as he struggled to breathe through his nostrils. He tried to scramble away from her, but there was nowhere to go in the small room they were in.
"That's right, slave," Ariel said, her voice cold and cruel. "You thought you could get away with devouring my snacks and leaving me with nothing? Well, now you're going to pay." She leaned down and grabbed hold of Jack's limp dick, which had barely had time to recover from its last round of abuse. With a smirk, she began to pump it up and down, using her grip to control his movements.
As she continued to work him, Ariel let out another fart, this one much larger than the first. It hit Jack square in the face, causing him to cough and splutter. She didn't stop there; she kept farting on him, each one landing with perfect precision on his face or in his mouth. It was a delicious form of humiliation that she relished, knowing full well that there was nothing Jack could do to stop her.
"Taste my farts, you pathetic excuse for a human being," she taunted him, her voice dripping with venom. "And enjoy every second of it, because this is all you're ever going to get." She pulled him closer, their bodies pressed together as she continued to use him for her own twisted pleasure.
Jack felt like he was in a living nightmare, trapped in a cycle of humiliation and pain that showed no sign of letting up. But even as he wished for it to end, a small part of him knew that this was exactly what he deserved. He had crossed paths with a queen, and now he would pay the price.
