The Stinky Slave and His Protein Shakes
Removing protein shakes from the diet wasn't an option, at least not for the stinky slave. Protein was essential for building muscle mass, and his mistress, Goddesspeach, demanded that he remain in top shape. But as he chugged down yet another shake, his gut began to rumble ominously.
"Protein farts are the worst!" Goddesspeach sneered, taking a long drag of her cigarette as she watched him from across the room. "Alright, slave, get ready to face the music."
With a smirk, Goddesspeach walked over to where the slave was standing, taking a moment to savor the look of dread that crossed his face. She leaned down close to his ear and whispered, her breath tickling his skin. "You know what happens when you fart around me."
As if on cue, the slave's stomach growled loudly, echoing through the room. Goddesspeach couldn't help but laugh, a wicked smile forming on her lips. "Let's see how well you can hide those protein farts," she purred, running her hand down his chest.
With that, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving the slave to fend for himself. He could feel the pressure building up inside him, the smell of rotten eggs filling the air. He tried his best to hold it in, but with every passing second, it became more and more apparent that he wouldn't be able to contain it much longer.
Finally, he let out a loud fart, the stench hitting him like a ton of bricks. His eyes watered as he fought the urge to gag on the noxious smell. "I'm sorry, Goddesspeach," he whimpered, looking down at his feet.
But Goddesspeach was nowhere to be seen. Instead, she reappeared a moment later, towering over him with a smirk on her face. "Well, well, well," she drawled, circling him slowly. "Not as good at hiding as you thought, huh?"
Before he knew it, she had grabbed him by the arm and was dragging him towards the bedroom. He knew what was coming next, and he couldn't help but tremble in anticipation. As she pushed him down onto the bed, he closed his eyes, bracing himself for what was to come.
"You see, slave," Goddesspeach purred, leaning down close to his ear again. "When you fart around me, you have to take it like a man."
With that, she pulled off her leather gloves and placed one hand on his chest, the other on his crotch. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his skin as she whispered, "And since these protein farts are so nasty, you're going to have to take them all. Right. In. Your. Face."
And with that, she pushed him onto his back, pinning his arms above his head. As he lay there, helpless beneath her, he felt the warm, putrid air hit his face, making him gag once more. But there was nowhere for him to run, nowhere for him to hide.
For the next few minutes, Goddesspeach took great pleasure in savoring the stench of her slave's protein farts, watching as he struggled to contain himself under her watchful gaze. And when she finally decided to let him go, he collapsed onto the bed, his whole body trembling from exertion and fear.
"That's a pretty good workout, don't you think?" Goddesspeach asked, chuckling as she walked away from him. "Now if only you could find a way to get rid of those nasty protein farts without making such a stink..."
As she disappeared from view, the slave lay there on the bed, his stomach still churning from all the shakes he'd drunk. He knew that there was no escaping his fate – at least not when it came to his diet. And with a sigh, he closed his eyes, willing himself to forget the smell of rotten eggs that still lingered in the air...
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