The Nauseating Delight of Fart Worship
Britney Hunter, an enticing and dominant woman, sat on the edge of the bathtub, her ample thighs parted to reveal a glimpse of her shaved mound. Her tanned skin glistened under the dim light as she watched her captive, a young and petite woman kneeling before her.
"Take a deep breath, baby," Britney purred, her full lips curling into a wicked grin. The captive took a hesitant breath, her eyes fixed on Britney's round ass cheeks. A moment later, a putrid gust of wind hit her face, causing her to gag reflexively.
"That's it, sweetie," Britney encouraged, her voice low and seductive. "Are you ready for more of my fantastic long farts?"
The captive nodded eagerly, her eyes watering from the fumes. Britney leaned back, allowing her firm ass to press against the captive's face. With a soft moan, she released another long, hot fart into the waiting mouth. The captive could feel the heat emanating from Britney's ass, and the putrid smell made her stomach churn.
"Swallow it, baby," Britney commanded, her hand reaching down to stroke the captive's hair. The young woman forced herself to swallow the noxious gas, her eyes watering even more. She could feel Britney's farts sliding down her throat, each one more nauseating than the last.
Satisfied with the captive's obedience, Britney stood up, holding onto the edge of the tub for support. "Now come with me, sweetie," she said, her voice taking on a commanding tone. "I think it's time for you to experience my true fantasy."
The captive followed Britney out of the bathroom, her legs shaking from the combined effects of fear and anticipation. They entered the living room, where Britney guided the captive to the middle of the room and sat down on the couch.
"Now, baby, I want you to get on your hands and knees," Britney ordered, her voice growing colder. The captive did as she was told, her stomach churning from the thought of what was to come. As she assumed the position, she couldn't help but inhale deeply, her nostrils flaring as she tried to prepare herself for the nauseating assault to come.
Britney smiled, a predatory glint in her eyes. She leaned forward and began to fart into the captive's face, filling the room with the putrid stench of rotten eggs and sulfur. Each fart was longer and more intense than the last, making the captive's eyes water and her stomach heave.
"Swallow them, baby," Britney hissed, her hand sliding between the captive's legs to rub her clit. "Swallow every last one of my fantastic long farts."
The captive did as she was told, her mouth filled with the nauseating gas. She could feel Britney's farts sliding down her throat, each one more intense than the last. Her stomach lurched and churned, but she couldn't bring herself to vomit. Not yet.
As the farting session continued, Britney's hands moved down to the captive's ass, squeezing and massaging her cheeks. The captive could feel the warmth of Britney's hands spreading through her body, making her even more nauseous but also strangely aroused.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Britney leaned back with a satisfied sigh. The captive collapsed onto the floor, gasping for air and wishing desperately that the room would stop spinning.
"That was perfect, baby," Britney purred, stroking the captive's hair gently. "You're such a good little fart worshiper."
Feeling drained and exhausted, the captive looked up at Britney, her eyes filled with confusion and fear. She didn't understand what had just happened or why she had found it so arousing. All she knew was that she would do anything to make Britney happy, even if it meant enduring another round of her nauseating farts.
