The Assassin's Retribution
Thammy, a busty ebony goddess with a round and plump backside, sauntered into the dimly-lit room where her slave lay bound and helpless. She oozed confidence as she strutted towards him, her hips swaying to an unheard rhythm. She wore a tight latex dress that hugged her voluptuous form, leaving little to the imagination.
The smell of rotten eggs filled the air as she approached; she had been gorging on bean burritos all day, and her gassy stomach was rumbling in protest. She stopped inches away from his face, her overpowering scent assaulting his senses. Without a word, she lowered her thick thighs and sat her giant ass inches from his nose, effectively trapping him between her monstrous cheeks.
"Welcome to your new punishment, slave," she said with a sly grin. "It's time for you to pay for your crimes against me."
Her words sent shivers down his spine; he had disappointed her before, and now he was to face the consequences. As she began to release small but potent farts into the air, he couldn't help but inhale deeply. Each fart was stronger than the last, filling his lungs with the intoxicating scent of her decaying intestinal gas.
Thammy watched with satisfaction as his eyes rolled back in pleasure with each breath he took. She leaned forward, her weight pressing down on his chest, and whispered in his ear. "You see, slave? This is what happens when you cross me. I own you now, body and soul."
His mind reeled with fear and arousal as he felt her warm breath on his skin. He had never experienced anything like this before, and he couldn't help but crave more of her punishment. Slowly but surely, she increased the intensity of her farts, making sure he got a good dose of her stinky gas.
By the end of the session, he could barely breathe; his lungs were filled to capacity with her foul scent. Tears streamed down his face as he tried desperately to escape from her vice-like grip. But even as he writhed in agony, he couldn't deny the perverse pleasure he derived from her assasin's retribution.
With a final, triumphant look, Thammy rose from her throne and left the room, leaving her slave to deal with the aftermath of their encounter. He lay there, panting heavily, his mind reeling from the experience. He knew one thing for sure—he would do anything to please his mistress again, no matter how painful or humiliating it might be.
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