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Amazon Bed Slave WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS FART/BUTT DOMINATION, SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS, AND SCAT. READER DISCRETION ADVISED. No amount of regal comforters or bedsheets could bring the bed slave peace. In the silence of the night, Queen Sasha’s stomach gurgled and he braced for the worst. FFFBBBLLLRRROOOOOOOOTTTT! Even as far from her ass as his chains would take him, her fart’s warmth still came in droves. The smell of decaying fruit and mustard hit the boy’s lips- Queen Sasha’s harshest night farts. His eyes couldn’t closed as his nostrils flared and he turned to his side to gaze upon his torturer. BBBRRLLRRBBBRRBBTTTTT! Queen Sasha moaned in pleasure as she squirmed. The boy watched as her fart blew apart the giant nightgown, fizzling out in dense heat waves to coat the bed. Even digging his head into a pillow or blanket would mean an eventual dutch oven. Queen of the Amazon’s was Sasha’s title, but she was almost built like a giant. Had the boy slept closer, she could easily crush him with her white booty cheeks. He watched her perfectly washed asshole pucker. It’s very presence was haunting throughout the Queen’s beauty. He’d watched many an unfortunate slave been shoved inside, or a shit the size of a small car pummeled in a boy’s face. BBBRRRLLLLLAAAAAATTTT! The bed slave just endured her farts. PPLLLAAAABBBTTTTT! As long as Queen Sasha desired. PPRRRLLLSSSSSSOOOPPTTTT! Or until his body gave out. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dana came from the royal palace, so she was just as cruel to the boy. In practice, at least. Compared to sleeping with Queen Sasha, her ass in his face was at least tolerable. BBRRRLLLLLRRRROOOOTTTTT! Her baseball sized asshole ripped just above him and the boy watched it in unison with the rest of her wide black booty. Dana adjusted herself, letting her rations of biscuits and gravy coat the boys face. “C’mon bed slave, let’s see some juice. I still have cards to get to!” FFLLRRRAAAAPPBBTTT! In her huge Amazon hands was his cock. She gave patronage to the phrase “choking the chicken”; she might as well be ripping it off with such force. PPTTTRRLLLOOOOPPTTT! Not to mention her sweat drenched rippers, which the boy was just now gagging at. It was supposed to stimulate him- there was to be “no male excrements” on the Queen’s sheets. PPRRLLLLLPPPRRBBTTTTT! With a grunt, the Amazon bent lower, grunting hard. The boy could smell the log even before it tore her asshole, dangling right above his nose. “Oh, if you hadn’t already been washed I’d make you swallow two of these. Little bastard!” Dana grunted and the turd was slowly sucked back into her asshole. It’d likely end up in the mouth of another poor slave. She brought him to his feet, then chained him to the Queen’s bed. He sat silently, eyes closed, waiting for her arrival once more. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tonight, the boy promised he would do it, end it all. Squatting under her dress, he wasn’t so sure he could go through with it. PPTTRRRRRRRRLLLRRRRRR! The eggy fart poured like a waterfall and the boy unwillingly suckled it all. He had bouts of horrendous coughing, like being drowned. Unsurprisingly, the Queen was unaware of his plights beneath her mighty booty. The boy scrambled for his life, crossing the bed to puke over the side. He couldn’t do it, it was just too much. He was so tired, but he just couldn’t do it. The boy was so distraught he hadn’t notice her other hand move to grab him. He kicked and bit her hand-she only giggled, shoving him between her massive cheeks. The boy was met with her great pink hole once more, which greeted him like a nagging mother. BBRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTT! You shouldn’t have done that, it said. Queen Sasha thrusted backward while masturbating, while pushing the boy further against her asshole. Slowly and slowly, his head was being eaten. FFFRRRRAAAAAPPBBBTTTT! BBBLLLOOOOOOOOTTTTTT! He squirmed as his death took him by surprise. All the smells he experienced were painfully recreated. PPPRRSSSLLAAAPBOOTT! All the heat seemed to scorch his skin, while the nasty methane ate at his brain. Just when he thought he’d lost it, Sasha was still. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- At least now, he’d gotten what he wanted. The boy was chained, sandwiched between her left cheek and right, his legs cushioned between her now sticky pussy lips. His face, of course, took every fart head on. BBBLLLLLRRRRAAAAAAPPPBBTT! She hadn’t held back, like always. The raw meaty fart tore through him like a hurricane, where his eyes fluttered and his lips rattled. He’d get no sleep now, not when a concert of farts was happening right in front of him. PPRRRLLLLPPBBTTTTTT! Only now, the stronger, smellier toots seemed more distant. The boy couldn’t feel anything in his arms and legs and his face was lighter too. PPPRRLSLSSSAALLBBTTT! If not a bit stickier from her ass juice. Every breath he took was from her asshole, pre fart, during fart, or post fart. And it felt like it. The boy ignored his rattling brain and torched throat. It was over and he was accepting it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The boy was in painful disbelief when he opened his eyes. This wasn’t heaven. A continued hell, was more like it. He watched Queen Sasha remove her robe, her pink asshole already bulging with it’s new departure. A log, larger, heavier, and smellier slowly churned outward with a sickening cry, making it’s way towards where he lay. And it was far, far worse than her farts. |
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