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What's that weird smell? (MP4-HD 1080p)

The air was thick with anticipation as Ms. Aline, a towering giantess among her miniature slaves, surveyed the room. Today had been a long day filled with hard work, and she was far from pleased with their efforts. Her gaze fell upon one of the tiny figures before her, whose sweat-soaked clothes reeked of an unidentified stench.



"What's that weird smell?" she demanded, towering over the trembling figure. The slave cowered beneath her gaze, unable to meet her piercing stare.



Ms. Aline's nostrils flared as she tried to identify the source of the odor. It was strong and pungent, like a mix of sweat and something else...something unidentifiable. She narrowed her eyes, her mind racing with possibilities.



Without warning, she reached down and grabbed a deodorant from her desk drawer. She unscrewed the cap and held it under the slave's nose. "Sniff this," she commanded. "See if it clears up the smell."



The slave hesitated, his eyes wide with fear as he took a tentative sniff of the deodorant. Ms. Aline watched closely, her expression unreadable. After a moment, she snatched the deodorant back and raised it to her own nose, taking a deep whiff.



The room fell silent as she inhaled deeply, her brow furrowing in concentration. The deodorant did nothing to mask the pungent smell emanating from the slave. If anything, it only made it more pronounced.



Ms. Aline's eyes flashed with anger as she reached for a vial of her saliva, the only remedy she had left to try. She leaned down and opened the slave's mouth, forcing his head back as she poured the viscous liquid down his throat.



"Swallow," she commanded, her voice low and menacing. The slave obeyed, gagging on the salty, musky taste of her spit. Ms. Aline stepped back, watching closely to see if the saliva bath would have any effect on the stench.



As she waited, she couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction at the helplessness of her slaves. Despite their best efforts, they were powerless against her overwhelming size and strength. It was both a source of pride and a constant reminder of their insignificance in her eyes.



Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Ms. Aline spoke. "Well?" she demanded, her voice echoing in the silent room. "Has the smell improved?"



The slave hesitated, his mind racing. He couldn't lie to her, but he also didn't want to face the consequences of his failure. Finally, he forced the words out. "No, Ms. Aline. The smell is still there."



Her eyes narrowed, and for a moment, the slave thought he might be in trouble. But then, she let out a long, slow breath and straightened her back.



"Very well," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You've failed me today. But don't worry, I'm sure there will be plenty of other opportunities for you to redeem yourselves."



With that, she turned and walked out of the room, leaving the slaves to clean up the mess they had made. The air was still heavy with the pungent stench, a constant reminder of their failed mission and the harsh reality of their existence under the towering figure of Ms. Aline.

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