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Smother Box Face Farting

Title: The Divine Empress' Forbidden Fart Feast



In the grand chamber of the palace, the mighty Empress Lexi sat upon her throne, her regal gown billowing around her as she surveyed her kingdom. Today, she had a special treat in store for her loyal subject. With a wave of her hand, the doors to her chambers swung open, revealing a trembling slave kneeling before her.



"Rise, my pet," she commanded, her voice like velvet, "it's time for your dessert." The slave stood shakily, his eyes wide with anticipation and fear. He knew what was coming next; it was both terrifying and exhilarating.



With a wicked smile, the Empress stood, her towering height dwarfing the slave. She reached down and gently caressed his cheek before leaning in close, her breath hot against his ear. "You've been such a good boy today, hmm? I think you deserve a little something extra."



As she spoke, the Empress' enormous stomach rumbled, sending shivers down the slave's spine. He knew what was causing that rumble; he had heard the rumors of her divine farts, the ones that could knock a man unconscious with a single blast.



With a devious grin, the Empress pulled him close, her voluptuous figure pressing against him. "Now, where were we?" She asked, her fingers tracing his jawline as she looked into his eyes. "Ah yes, your dessert."



She turned and walked towards a large wooden box resting in the corner of the room. The slave couldn't help but feel a sense of dread growing in his stomach as he realized what was about to happen. The Empress opened the lid of the box, revealing a dark, enclosed space just big enough for a person to fit inside.



"In you go, my pet," she said, her voice playful yet commanding. The slave hesitated for a moment before stepping in, closing the lid behind him. He could feel the walls of the box pressing against him, trapping him inside.



Suddenly, the Empress' stomach let out a massive, ear-piercing fart that reverberated through the room. The slave felt the blast hit him square in the face, knocking the wind out of him. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before; it was both humiliating and exhilarating at the same time.



As the aftershocks of the fart subsided, the Empress laughed, a deep, throaty laugh that echoed throughout the chamber. "There now, that's what I call dessert," she said, her voice full of satisfaction.



The slave couldn't help but chuckle along with her, despite the embarrassment he felt. He was addicted to the power of her farts, the way they made him feel both submissive and powerful at the same time.



As the Empress continued to fill the air with her divine farts, the slave felt himself being pushed deeper into the box, his body molding to the shape of the walls. He didn't mind though; he knew that this was where he belonged, at the mercy of his Empress' forbidden fart feast.

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