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Farting Army Part 3: A Tale of Power and Submission

Jhully and Slave Face Off in a Battle of Emissions

The scent of anticipation filled the air as Jhully, dressed in her finest attire, prepared for the ultimate power play. Her eyes locked onto the figure kneeling before her - Slave, waiting with bated breath for his Mistress's command. She smirked, knowing that this was going to be one of the most intense sessions yet.

With a quick tap on the slave's forehead, Jhully began her reign of dominance. "You are here for my pleasure," she hissed, her words carrying weight that sent shivers down Slave's spine. "And today, I want you to taste every last one of my farts."

As if on cue, Jhully let out a long, low rumble deep in her gut. Slave's face contorted in anticipation, his mouth watering at the thought of what was about to come. She moved closer, her full breasts brushing against his cheek as she leaned over him.

Without warning, she unleashed a torrent of gas directly into her slave's waiting mouth. The whoosh of air mixed with the pungent odor sent waves of pleasure coursing through Slave's body. He moaned around the fart, savoring every last bit as it filled his mouth and danced on his tongue.

As Jhully watched her slave's reaction, she felt a thrill of power course through her veins. This was what she lived for - the look of absolute submission on Slave's face as he surrendered himself to her every whim. She moved back, giving him a moment to catch his breath before issuing her next command.

"Now, show me how much you enjoy it," she growled, her eyes flashing with challenge. Slave didn't hesitate for a moment. He crawled forward, his nose only inches from Jhully's perfect behind. He knew what he had to do, and he did it without question.

With a deep, appreciative breath, Slave inhaled the scent of his Mistress's ass. It was intoxicating, and he couldn't get enough. He leaned in closer, pressing his face against her skin as he prepared to taste her farts once again. Jhully let out another long, loud fart, this time aimed directly at her slave's face.

Slave didn't flinch. Instead, he opened his mouth wide, welcoming the cloud of gas that enveloped him. He closed his eyes, savoring the taste and the power it brought him. As the fart dissipated, he looked up at his Mistress, his eyes shining with admiration and love.

And so it went, back and forth between Jhully and Slave, each one pushing the other to new heights of submission and dominance. It was a dance of power and trust, one that could only be understood by those who had experienced it firsthand. As the sun began to set outside, casting long shadows across the room, they continued their battle of emissions, oblivious to anything but their own private world.

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