The Mistress of Toxic Pleasure
Peering down at the bound and gagged slave boy, Goddess Peach couldn't help but chuckle. He looked up at her with wide, afraid eyes, but she could see the defiance within them. She loved that he was still trying to resist her, even after all she had put him through. It only made the upcoming humiliation that much sweeter.
"You really think you can resist me, slave boy?" she taunted, running her hand along the length of his exposed cock through his tight, black shorts. "Just wait until you feel my toxic farts on your face. They'll burn your nose and make you writhe in pleasure. And after that, I'll have you begging for more."
She leaned over him, watching as his eyes widened even further at her proximity. Her ass was just inches from his face, and she could feel his warm breath against her skin. She took a deep breath, her round behind expanding as she filled her lungs with air.
"Here it comes," she warned, releasing her breath in a long, slow hiss. The putrid stench of rotten eggs and shit filled the room, making both of them gag audibly. But it was the feeling that came over the slave boy that made her heart sing. His body shivered in anticipation, his cock throbbing against her hand.
"That's it, slave. You're already addicted to my farts," she whispered, her voice dripping with satisfaction. She moved her hand away from his crotch, leaving him aching for more contact. "But you'll have to wait a little longer before you get your next fix. I have some other plans for you."
With that, she stood up and walked away, her perfect ass swaying hypnotically from side to side. The slave boy watched her go, his eyes following her every move. He could feel the heat and the ache building up inside him, a mixture of desire and desperation that he couldn't begin to understand. All he knew was that he was addicted to her toxic gas, and there was no turning back.
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