The slave was tied to the bed, unable to escape. The mistress was sitting right on his face, with her ass right on his nose.
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"Ooohhh~~~", the Mistress moaned in pleasure as she released a hot fart right on the slave's nose.
The slave groaned as the nasty stench of the Mistress' fart was corrupting his nose and soul.
"Sniff", said the Mistress, with her soulless voice. The slave gave no response.
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Neither the Mistress nor the slave said anything, the silence was filling the room as much as the smell was.
The slave was moving, trying to thrash around, unable to escape from his stinky fate, he had no choice but to sniff.
"Sniff, slave", said the Mistress, again with her soulless voice.
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"No. Stay there. You can't escape", said the Mistress, firmly. The slave again gave no response.
The slave knew he couldn't escape, but he still thrashed around from the horrible smell of the Mistress' flatulence. It was an involuntary reaction to the smell of her nasty hot flatulence violating his nostrils.
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"Aaahhh~~~smelly my nasty gas~", said the Mistress, proud of herself.
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"Ah, so stinky", she said.
The slave was losing hopes. Did he ever have hopes in the first place? How did he get into such a horrible stinky situation?
The slave was groaning. His muscles were tense. He was trying to break free, but he was tied up. There was no hope for him. Was there hope for him in the first place? His nose was stuck trapped in the smelly gassy ass of his Mistress.
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A rancid, hot blast of gas that smelled like rotten eggs hit the slave's face, entering his nose and his nostrils. He was groaning loudly, he couldn't take the smell, but for him there was no escape, just a rotten sulphuruous stench that was burning his nose and his soul.
"You'll be my slave forever", that was what the Mistress said, with her cruel attitude, as usual. The slave groaned in fear, a fate of doom, agony and nasty smells was awaiting him, and he was reminded of that each time he took a breath.
The slave was wondering who exactly the Mistress was, and why was she farting on his face. He already knew the answer "because you're such a loser", that's what the Mistress would say. It's clear that he's losing, but a dilemma arises: is one a loser because (s)he loses, or does one lose because (s)he's a loser? For sure there was at least one thing that the slave wasn't losing: his sense of smell.
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The slave started gagging, the smell was really too much for him to take, but did he have any choice? He was tied up to the bed, even though he was trying to break free, there was no way, he was condemned to smell the Mistress' farts, without explanation, there seemed to be no logic or reason, just a nasty eggy stench of fire and brimstone.
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"Nope, slave. You can't escape", said the Mistress.
The slave certainly understood he couldn't escape. He wished he could, though. That annoying stench of putrefaction, brimstone and rotten cabbage was devouring his soul and his nostrils.
The smell of decay, as his nose itself was slowly rotting and dying. He was desperate, screaming in agony, he asked himself 'why?'. How did he get there? How did his Mistress even tie him up like that in the first place? 'I must had been drunk yesterday night', he thought.
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The slave wanted to speak out against the nasty way the Mistress was treating him, with no explanation. He wanted to beg her to release him from the stinky situation she put him without explaining him why, or who she was, other than her being the Mistress and him being the slave. He hoped he didn't get methanol poisoning the night before. However, for some reason, he couldn't speak at all. He hadn't many energies, he was just gagging and groaning. She kept blasting her super stinky farts that smell truly bad for human standards. 'Is she a human? She seems more like a skunk to me', though the slave, wanting to puke.
"Don't move, slave! Just sniff", said the Mistress.
The slave was filled with a mental confusion that was making the situation even scarier than it was supposed to be. He no longer wanted to inhale such putrid stench, but no amount of physical struggle could break him free from the rope the Mistress used to tie him up.
The slave was getting used to time and himself being controlled at this point, or perhaps just helpless. He really wasn't getting used to the smell of the Mistress' farts, though, there was no getting used to that noxious stench.
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"I have more gas for you to sniff", she said.
His nose was slowly melting into a liquid. No, not really, that's just how the slave felt. Those farts were not only smelled incredibly putrid, they seemed to have some scary properties that allowed them to slowly liquify the slave's nose. The slave couldn't remember anything of his past, and by 'his past' it's meant 'yesterday evening', of course. As soon as he regained consciousness, he was tied up to a bed, with his Mistress farting on his nose. Which is weird, since he didn't remember even having a Mistress.
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"Aaahhh~~~silent but deadly~",
The slave was groaning and gagging, even crying at this point, and the Mistress was laughing at him for that.
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The slave screamed and was violently thrashing around, that smell was hell, he was trying to break free with all his forces, but it was all useless, and the Mistress was laughing at him and mercilessly mocking him for even trying to break free. He was under her control, and both she and he knew it, even though he didn't want to accept it. He was still asking himself why he was there, was evil has he done?
The Mistress was starting to become aware of how her farts were slowly destroying her slave's nose. Still, she wanted to have some last moments in which she wanted to have some more fun farting on her slave's face, still wanting to tell him that this 'experience' was going to end soon.
"Slave, I'm being a good mistress because I'm letting you know that this fart session is almost over", she said.
'Fart session?', her slave thought, confused, 'Ah, right, I'm starting to remember. Maybe'
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"My farts are so stinky... phew...", she said, proud of it.
Her farts sure were so stinky, because he could barely thinking about anything with the smell of putrefacted dinosaur eggs decaying in his nose. He still couldn't exactly remember why he was there, it was something about a 'fart session', and the farts of the Mistress surely weren't helping for the hang-over nausea. He might throw up, maybe even pass out.
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The slave was experiencing a stench whose intensity he never smelled before (sure it's not a daily thing to have someone farting on your face... well... to be fair, that depends on what kind of people you hang around with). He understood he could never get used to the nasty smell of the Mistress' farts, it was way too stinky.
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"You'll be my slave forever! Hahaha!!!", the Mistress said.
'Forever? Didn't she say the session was almost over? Which of the two statements is true?', thought the slave, confused, 'Perhaps the session itself is almost over but my status as a slave is permanent?', he wondered, 'Perhaps this specific session is almost over but the habitual practice of her doing sessions farting on my nose is permanent? Hmm...', he thought, gagging from the oppressive stench at the same time, however.
The slave was subjected to such an amount and intensity of rotten flatulence that he could barely understand anything anymore, he was almost to pass out from such unbearable miasma.
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He never wanted to be in such a smelly situation, truly a torment. If it was truly the truth, that he was doomed to be the Mistress fart slave until the end of times, he was already losing hopes of habitually breathing fresh odorless air again.
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The flatulence of the Mistress was so unbearably smelly, that whenever he took a whiff, he coudn't help but dry retch, he could taste the fiery brimstone hell in his throat, there was no hope, no escape, no way out, doomed from since he woke up today, until the very end of times (maybe?), as his consciousness was going to collapse soon.
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"Damn, he really passed out from my stinky farts", mumbled the Mistress, "Did I overdo it?"