Farting on My Lazy Girl Slave
The room was filled with the intoxicating aroma of Ariel's farts as she lounged on the plush sofa, her belly distended from the copious amounts of gas it contained. Her slave, Mel, knelt at her feet, head bowed in submission, not daring to meet her mistress's gaze. Ariel reached down and grabbed a fistful of Mel's hair, lifting her head up to look into her eyes. "Smell that?" she asked, the malicious glee evident in her voice. "That's the aroma of my farts, sweet Mel. And you're going to enjoy every last bit of it."
Ariel let go of Mel's hair and leaned back, releasing a loud, rumbling fart that shook her entire body. The stench was overwhelming, even to Mel's sensitive nose, but she forced herself to inhale deeply, taking in the nauseating scent of her mistress's gas. As she did so, she couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of arousal building inside her. This was the life of a slave to the Goddess Scarlet White; to endure the foul odors and stinky asses of her revered mistresses, all for the sake of their amusement.
Ariel continued to fart one after another, each one louder than the last, filling the room with their potent stench. She watched as Mel struggled not to retch from the noxious fumes, her eyes watering and her face contorting in disgust. Yet still, Mel remained at her feet, dutifully enduring the unbearable torment.
Finally, Ariel grew tired of watching Mel suffer and decided to take things to the next level. She leaned down and grabbed Mel's arm, pulling her closer. "You know what comes next, don't you, my little slave?" she asked, her voice dripping with malice. Mel shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "You're going to feel every last one of my farts in your ass, aren't you?" Ariel laughed maniacally, the sound echoing through the room.
Without further ado, Ariel lifted Mel's skirt and roughly pushed her face into the cushion of the sofa. Then, she lowered herself onto Mel's back, positioning her ass directly over her slave's face. As she did so, she released a torrent of farts, each one blasting directly into Mel's open mouth and nostrils. Mel choked and gagged on the overpowering stench, her eyes rolling back in her head as the fumes overtook her senses.
Ariel continued to fart on Mel's face and body, relishing in her power and the overwhelming stink that surrounded them. She felt Mel's body tremble beneath her, the girl's muscles quivering from the sheer force of her farts. It was truly a sight to behold, a real testament to the power of the Goddess Scarlet White.
After what seemed like an eternity, Ariel finally grew tired and climbed off Mel's shaking form. She sat back on the sofa, her belly still distended, and surveyed her handiwork. Mel lay curled up on the floor, gasping for air and trying desperately to clear the foul taste from her mouth. "You're such a good slave, Mel," Ariel purred, reaching down to ruffle Mel's hair affectionately. "Now, why don't we take a nice long nap together while we wait for your next lesson?" And with that, she drifted off to sleep, leaving Mel to endure the lingering stench of her farts.
