DOMINATING AND FARTING ON MY MALNUTRITED SLAVE - BY ARIEL - FULL VERSION IN FULL HD
As Ariel strolls onto her balcony on a brisk autumn morning, her eyes immediately lock onto her shivering slave. The poor soul is huddled against the railing, clutching at his frail frame to ward off the biting chill of the air. Her gaze turns predatory at the sight of his vulnerability, a cruel smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
She strides purposefully across the room, her footsteps echoing ominously on the tile floor. The slave trembles as she approaches, his legs wobbling beneath him in fear. Without warning, she grabs him roughly by the arm, yanking him towards her. His head snaps upwards, meeting her piercing gaze with a mixture of terror and desperation.
"Time to warm you up, my little pet," she hisses, her voice dripping with venom. With a casual flick of her wrist, she tosses him over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. The slave lets out a muffled gasp of pain as his spine jolts against her muscular physique.
The journey to the bathroom is agonizingly slow, each step sending shockwaves of pain through his already aching body. Ariel pauses at the door, her presence looming over him like a dark cloud. With a wicked grin, she pushes him roughly towards the mirror. "Look at yourself," she growls, her voice a low rumble that sends shivers down his spine.
The slave's reflection shows a pathetic figure, hanging limply from Ariel's grip. His eyes are sunken, his cheeks hollowed, and his clothes are little more than rags. A trail of saliva drips from his open mouth, betraying his desperation.
"You're nothing but a malnourished slave, destined to be at my mercy," she hisses, her words like a dagger to his already bleeding heart. With that, she pulls him closer to the mirror, her cold breath tickling the back of his neck.
In an instant, she releases a torrent of farts, each one stronger and more pungent than the last. The smell is overwhelming, making his eyes water and his stomach churn. But there's no escape for him - he must endure every last fart, every last whiff of her putrid breath.
As the final fart echoes through the room, Ariel steps back, admiring her handiwork. The slave is a pathetic figure, weak and trembling before her. With a sneer of disgust, she grabs him by the hair, yanking his head back to expose his vulnerable throat.
"I can see that you're eager for more humiliation," she purrs, her breath tickling his sensitive skin. "Well, you're in luck, my little pet. Because today, I'm going to dominate you in ways you couldn't even imagine."
The journey to the bedroom is a blur of pain and submission. Every step brings a new wave of humiliation, every glance from Ariel filled with contempt and disgust. When they finally reach their destination, he's pushed roughly onto the bed, his body aching from the ordeal.
With a flick of her wrist, Ariel releases a long, slow stream of farts, each one enveloping the helpless slave in a cloud of stink. The smell is overpowering, making it impossible for him to breathe freely. But there's nowhere for him to go, no escape from her foul breath and putrid stench.
As the final fart echoes through the room, Ariel steps back, surveying her handiwork. The slave is a pathetic figure, cowering beneath her gaze. With a cruel smile, she reaches for the rope dangling from the ceiling, her fingers curling around the rough fibers.
"Time to take control, my little pet," she purred, her voice low and threatening. With a single tug, the rope snaps taut, pulling the slave's body upwards, leaving him suspended in mid-air. Ariel circles him slowly, her eyes never leaving his terrified face.
"You're mine now," she whispers, her voice a low growl. "I'll do whatever I want, whenever I want. And there's nothing you can do to stop me."
With that, she yanks the rope sharply, pulling the slave forward and forcing him to his knees. His face is inches from her crotch, the stench of her farts overwhelming. Tears stream down his face, mingling with the sweat and dirt that cake his skin.
"Suck on my farts, slave," she snarls, her voice dripping with contempt. "Prove to me that you're worthy of my attention."
The slave opens his mouth, his tongue darting out to taste the foul air. He closes his eyes, trying to block out the world around him, trying to focus on the task at hand. But it's impossible. The smell, the taste, the humiliation - it's all too much to bear.
As he struggles to obey his mistress's command, Ariel circles him slowly, her eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. This is power, pure and simple. This is the ultimate control. And she intends to savor every last moment of it.
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