MISTRESS NYX - THE SLAVE CENTIPEDE SMELL FARTS
The slave, a human-sized centipede, wriggled in discomfort as he found himself taped to Mistress Nyx's perfect ass. His many legs were spread wide, arched backward like a bridge, and his head was forced between her cheeks. The tape held him in place, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps that only seemed to make the situation worse.
Mistress Nyx, a tall, statuesque woman with long raven hair, chuckled darkly at the pathetic sight before her. She wore a black lace corset that hugged her hourglass figure tightly and accentuated every curve. Her thigh-high boots clicked against the hardwood floor as she towered over her helpless pet.
"Now, my little centipede," she purred, her voice like silk and her eyes like flint. "It's time to earn your keep."
With that, Mistress Nyx lowered her perfect ass, letting him get a good whiff of the stench that emanated from her tight rear. It was a mix of sweat, dirt, and... something else. Something unmistakably foul. The slave's many nostrils flared as he struggled to breathe through the stench.
"Go ahead," Mistress Nyx commanded. "Sniff it all in. That's what you'll be doing from now on."
The slave's head darted forward, his nose pressing against the soft flesh of her ass. As he did, Mistress Nyx grinned wickedly, enjoying the sight of his discomfort. "That's right," she hissed. "Get used to it."
His senses overwhelmed by the smell, the slave didn't notice Mistress Nyx's hand reaching between her legs. She slipped two fingers into her wet pussy, coating them with her own juices. Then, with a wicked smile, she pressed them against his mouth.
"Taste it," she growled. "Taste the stench on my fingers."
The slave's many mouths, arranged along his head like a hive of venomous insects, opened and closed in confusion. But one by one, they began to accept the taste, his saliva mixing with Mistress Nyx's juices and the odor from her ass.
"Good boy," she purred, pulling her fingers free and letting them slide back down to his waiting mouth. "Now, about that tongue of yours..."
With that, Mistress Nyx lowered herself even further, positioning her ass right above his face. She lowered her perfect breasts, one of them brushing against his forehead, and then she let out a long, slow fart.
The slave's many mouths gaped wide in shock, but one by one they closed around the stench that filled the air. He felt Mistress Nyx's heat and humidity wash over him, and he knew that he was being used to clean up her waste.
"That's right," she chuckled. "Now you're a part of me. And you'll always be here to clean up my messes."
With that, she stood up, leaving the slave to deal with the lingering stink of her fart. But he didn't mind. He was hers now, body and soul. And he would do anything to please her.
