An Abundant Feast with Friends
Mistress Claire Delacroix sat on her plush sofa, her stomach rumbling contentedly after a sumptuous dinner at their favorite Indian restaurant. She looked over at her companion, Lady Scarlet, who had done the same. Both of them were bloated and filled to the brim with delicious curry and naan bread. As they settled in for the evening, reminiscing about their meal, they realized they had forgotten about their slave.
"Oh, I almost forgot about our little pet," Mistress Claire chuckled, clapping her hands together. "Bring him in here, we need some entertainment."
Lady Scarlet nodded in agreement, and a few moments later, the door opened, admitting their helpless little slave. He was a pathetic sight, dressed only in a tiny thong and a collar around his neck. His eyes widened in fear as he saw the two women lounging on the sofa, their bellies distended from their meal.
"Oh, look at him," Mistress Claire purred. "Just look at how adorable he is. Isn't he just the cutest thing, Scarlet?"
Lady Scarlet giggled and nodded, her own stomach churning with anticipation. The slave trembled before them, unsure of what was to come. He knew that whatever it was, it wouldn't be pleasant.
"Now then," Mistress Claire began, her voice dripping with honeyed malice. "We are feeling rather bloated from our dinner. Do you think you could help us out? Maybe take some of the pressure off?"
The slave shook his head vigorously. "Please, no mistress. I couldn't."
"Oh, but you can, and you will," Lady Scarlet chimed in, her tone firm and unyielding. "You're going to take the weight off our stomachs, one fart at a time."
The slave whimpered in terror, knowing that he had no choice but to obey. Mistress Claire reached over, grabbing a large pillow from the armchair beside her. She held it up for the slave to see.
"I want you to fart into this pillow, slave. Let all the gas you've been holding in escape. And make sure it's a good one."
The slave nodded, bending over the pillow as his hands clutched at the fabric. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, and then let out a long, earth-shattering fart. The women on the sofa giggled in delight as the room filled with the pungent smell of rotten eggs.
"Oh, that was lovely," Mistress Claire cooed, patting him on the head. "Do it again, but this time, really let loose."
The slave repeated the process, his face turning a deep shade of red as he tried to contain his embarrassment. The women continued to encourage him, giggling and clapping their hands together as the room filled with the sounds of farting.
As the evening wore on, the slave grew more and more uncomfortable, his stomach churning with every passing moment. But the women showed no signs of stopping their little game. They simply laid back on the sofa, watching as their helpless slave farted himself into oblivion.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Mistress Claire stood up, stretching her arms above her head. "Well, that was most enjoyable," she said, yawning. "Thank you for your services, slave. Go on now, get some rest."
The slave could hardly stand on his shaking knees as he bowed and backed out of the room. As the door clicked shut behind him, the women exchanged satisfied smiles. They were already making plans for their next meal together, wondering what poor creature they could use to help them digest.
