The New Slave's First Farting Experience
Ana Ayumi and Anita Perverse sat in a dimly lit room, watching their new rebel slave struggle on the other side of the glass wall. They had captured her during a recent uprising and were now determined to break her spirit by making her submit to their every whim. Today's lesson was one that would test even the most resilient of slaves - learning to appreciate the stench of their own farts.
Ana leaned back in her chair, a smug grin spreading across her face as she watched the new slave's discomfort. "Do you see how she writhes in disgust?" she asked Anita, who nodded in agreement.
"Yes, but that's part of the fun," Anita replied with a wicked laugh. "She'll learn to love it soon enough."
The slave was tied to a chair, her head held back by a harsh metal collar around her neck. A tube was inserted into her anus, connecting to a machine that would forcefully expel her farts into a nearby container. As the machine started up, the slave let out a muffled scream into her gag.
Ana and Anita watched with delight as the contents of the container were brought to their noses. "Pungent," Ana commented, her eyes watering slightly from the potent odor. "But not as strong as it could be. We need to teach her how to produce more powerful farts."
Anita nodded in agreement, her gaze fixed on the struggling slave. "Yes, but first she needs to learn to enjoy the smell of her own gas. That's where we come in."
For hours, they subjected the poor slave to a barrage of foul odors, forcing her to inhale deeply and identify each scent. At first, she struggled against them, but as time went on, she began to show signs of submission. Her eyes glazed over, and she seemed to be losing consciousness.
Finally, Ana called a halt to the session. "She's had enough for today," she said, untying the slave's gag. The woman coughed and spluttered, her face flushed with embarrassment.
"Tomorrow we'll move on to the next stage," Anita promised, a wicked glint in her eye. "She'll learn to appreciate the scent of her own gas, and then we'll see how she likes it when she's forced to fart on command."
As they left the room, Ana couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. The new slave was almost broken, and soon she would be an obedient servant, eager to please her mistresses in any way they desired. She couldn't wait to see what came next.
