It was the worst day of Babe's life. She had been caught red-handed by Ariel, her girlfriend of two years, talking about her behind her back to their mutual friend. The betrayal hit Ariel hard, and she reacted without thinking.
With a furrowed brow and clenched fists, Ariel marched into Babe's room and found her sitting on the edge of the bed, looking frightened. Without a word, Ariel pulled out a roll of duct tape from her bag and approached Babe menacingly. "What are you doing?" Babe asked, terrified of what was coming next.
"I heard what you said about me," Ariel growled through gritted teeth, "and I don't want to hear another word from you unless it's an apology." She grabbed Babe's head firmly and tilted it back, exposing her throat. Before Babe could react, Ariel ripped off a long strip of tape and pressed it over Babe's mouth, sealing it shut.
"Now," she hissed, "you're going to do exactly as I say." She stood up, turning her back to Babe, and pulled down her yoga pants. Babe couldn't believe what was happening—she was about to smell Ariel's farts! The thought made her cringe, but she knew there was nothing she could do to stop it.
"Smell my farts deeply with your taped mouth," Ariel commanded, her voice muffled by the tape over Babe's head. She took a deep breath and let it out, releasing a stinky cloud of gas. Babe closed her eyes and tried to hold her breath, but the smell was overwhelming. It was like a combination of rotten eggs and spoiled milk, and it filled every corner of her nose.
Slowly, Ariel lowered herself onto Babe's face, her stomach resting on her girlfriend's chest. She turned her head to the side, giving Babe full access to her farts. "You better enjoy this, babe," she growled through the tape, "because if you ever talk about me behind my back again, it'll be the last thing you ever experience."
Babe tried to muffle her cries of disgust as she was forced to inhale Ariel's stinky farts. She could feel the warmth of her girlfriend's body against hers, and the smell of gas was everywhere. It was a humiliating experience, but she knew that she had brought it upon herself.
As Ariel released one fart after another, Babe tried to block out the smell by focusing on the way her girlfriend's skin felt against hers. She couldn't deny that she was aroused by the situation, even though she was also utterly mortified.
After what felt like an eternity, Ariel finally stood up and pulled her pants back up. She ripped off the tape from Babe's mouth, revealing her red and swollen lips. "Now," she said, her voice cold and distant, "apologize."
Babe looked up at Ariel, tears streaming down her face from the sting of the tape and the overwhelming smell of gas. She took a deep breath and forced the words out through her stinky-tasting mouth. "I'm sorry," she whispered, "I didn't mean it."
Ariel stared down at Babe, her expression unreadable. Finally, she sighed and pulled Babe into a hug. "I love you," she said, "but you really fucked up this time."
From that day forward, Babe knew never to cross Ariel again. She learned that sometimes love could be cruel, and sometimes it could be a wake-up call. But one thing was for sure—she would always remember the time she was forced to smell her girlfriend's farts with duct tape over her mouth.
