The Farting Goddess and Her Slave in Need
Ariel, the Goddess of Farts, sat majestically upon her throne, her plump and barely concealed behind jiggling with every delectable breath she took. She glanced down at her slave, Mel, who lay sprawled out before her like a piece of ornate furniture. Mel's eyes were closed as she enjoyed the scent of her mistress's farts, her face languid and relaxed as if she was basking in the warmth of an afternoon sunbeam.
Ariel let out a contented sigh, her ample bosom heaving slightly in the process. She had enjoyed much too much wine at the royal banquet last night and knew that it was time to pass her gas. She shifted uncomfortably on the throne, moving her plump rear just out of reach of Mel's eager tongue. The smell from her swollen belly was intoxicating, a heady concoction of wine and raw sewage that made Mel's nostrils flare involuntarily.
"Wake up, Mel," Ariel said, her voice low and husky. "It's time for you to pay attention to your duties."
Mel's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at her mistress with adoration. "Yes, my Goddess," she said, her voice hushed and reverent. "What would you like me to do?"
Ariel chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in her belly. "I want you to breathe in my farts, Mel," she said, splaying her legs open wider, giving Mel an even better view of her gaseous offerings. "Breathe them in and tell me how wonderful they smell."
Mel leaned in closer, her nose just inches away from the wafting clouds of putrid gas. She took a deep breath, her eyes rolling back in her head as the stench assaulted her senses. "They smell divine, my Goddess," she gasped, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks. "They're the most beautiful farts I've ever smelled."
Ariel beamed down at her loyal slave, her heart swelling with pride. "That's my girl," she purred, letting out another gush of foul-smelling air. "Now, lick up every last drop of my farts, Mel. Show me how much you love them."
Mel dutifully leaned in, her tongue darting out to lap up the noxious gases. She lapped and licked, savoring every drop of her mistress's farts as they filled her mouth and threatened to make her gag. Ariel watched, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she watched Mel suffer through the noxious odor.
"That's enough for now, Mel," she said finally, pushing Mel away gently. "You've done well."
Mel coughed and sputtered, trying to rid herself of the lingering taste of her mistress's farts. "Thank you, my Goddess," she said, her voice hoarse from the effort of breathing in so much gas. "I'll always cherish this moment."
Ariel smiled, reaching down to pat Mel's head affectionately. "I know you will, Mel," she said softly. "Now, why don't you go and clean yourself up? I need to rest a bit before our next session."
With a final, adoring gaze at her mistress, Mel got to her feet and stumbled away, her head spinning from the overwhelming smell of farts that still lingered in the air. She could hardly wait for their next encounter, knowing that each time she would be greeted by a new wave of putrid gas that would fill her nostrils and cloud her mind. Such was the life of a loyal slave to the Farting Goddess.
