FARTING ON MY MAID WITHOUT MERCY - BY KIARA NISSEI
The studio lights dimmed, and Kiara Nissei sat up on the bed, adjusting her red satin robe over her curvaceous figure. She was preparing for her latest role as the dominatrix in another erotic film produced by Fart In Brazil. The room was dark except for the soft glow emanating from the lamp on the nightstand. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
"Enter," Kiara called out, her voice echoing in the empty space. The door opened slowly, revealing her loyal maid who had been with her for years. The maid was dressed in her signature black-and-white uniform, her hands clasped in front of her. She appeared nervous but determined as she walked towards Kiara's bed.
"What is it?" Kiara asked, her voice cold as ice. She didn't appreciate being disturbed during her preparation time. The maid hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"My lady, I have finished cleaning the room as you requested," she said softly, her eyes downcast. Kiara rolled her eyes in annoyance, not bothering to hide her impatience.
"And?" she snapped, folding her arms across her chest. The maid seemed to flinch under her gaze but gathered her courage.
"I thought you would like to know that everything is back in its place and ready for your next scene," she said quietly. Kiara narrowed her eyes, suspicion clouding her features.
"You're not done here," she stated flatly, her voice low and menacing. The maid's eyes widened in fear as she realized what was about to happen. Kiara smiled, a predatory gleam in her eyes.
"You've been with me for far too long, my loyal servant," she purred, her voice dark and seductive. "It's time to test your devotion to the fullest." With that, she leaned back on the pillows, spreading her arms out invitingly. The maid stood there, unsure of what was expected of her.
"Come closer," Kiara commanded, her voice like velvet. Reluctantly, the maid took a step forward, her heart pounding in her chest. Kiara's expression turned predatory as she watched the maid approach, anticipation building within her.
With one swift move, Kiara grabbed the hem of her robe and pulled it up over her head, revealing her naked body to the terrified maid. The room was silent for a moment, the only sound being the maid's heavy breathing. Slowly, Kiara reached down and pulled the blankets back, exposing herself even further.
"Kneel before me," she ordered, her voice now a commanding growl. The maid hesitated for a moment before sinking to her knees, her eyes locked on Kiara's powerful gaze. Kiara leaned forward, her body pressing against the maid's trembling form.
"Do you truly desire to serve me?" she asked, her voice low and seductive. The maid nodded hesitantly, her lips quivering. Kiara smiled wickedly, her eyes flashing with anger and lust.
"Then show me," she hissed, grabbing a handful of the maid's hair and pulling her head back forcefully. With a malicious grin, Kiara lowered her body onto the maid's, grinding her hips against hers. The maid let out a gasp of surprise as she felt Kiara's wet, warm mouth press against her ear.
"Say my name," Kiara whispered fiercely. The maid swallowed hard, her heart racing. "Say it, or I'll show you exactly how devoted I expect you to be." The maid's eyes widened in terror, but she knew there was no escaping this.
"M-my lady Kiara," she stuttered, her voice shaking. Kiara's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she heard the words she wanted so desperately.
"That's better," she purred, her hot breath fanning across the maid's neck. She pulled back slightly, her fingers tracing a slow path up the maid's spine. The maid shivered at the sensation, her body trembling with fear and arousal.
Without warning, Kiara leaned forward again, her mouth open wide. A loud fart exploded from her lips, hitting the maid square in the face. The maid gasped, choking on the putrid gas as it filled her nostrils and mouth. Kiara laughed cruelly, relishing in the maid's misery.
"Now you know what true devotion feels like," she snarled, her voice dripping with contempt. The maid struggled to breathe, her eyes watering from the stench. Tears streamed down her cheeks as Kiara continued to fart on her face, each blast more powerful than the last.
Finally, Kiara pulled away, grabbing a nearby towel to wipe her sweat-drenched body. She stood up, tossing the towel towards a nearby bin with uncanny accuracy. The maid remained on the floor, curled up into a ball, shivering uncontrollably.
"Get up," Kiara commanded, her voice cold and hard. The maid slowly rose to her feet, her movements stiff and hesitant. Kiara watched her with a predatory gaze, her mind already planning her next move.
"You have served your purpose," she spat, turning her back on the trembling maid. "Now leave. And don't ever disobey me again." The maid nodded mutely, her eyes filled with fear and despair. She couldn't believe what had just happened to her.
As the door closed behind her, Kiara let out a satisfied sigh. Another successful scene recorded. But there was still more work to be done. She picked up her phone, scrolling through her contacts until she found the person she needed. With a click of a button, she sent a message that would ensure her next scene was even more erotic and intense than this one.
