Scarlet Fart Fetish - STINKY FARTS FOR YOU TO SMELL EVERYTHING YOU STUPID SLAVE PART 1 BY BELA CRUEL CAM BY DANI FULL HD

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Bela Cruel's Queenly Farts: A Sticky Situation for Her Slave

Part 1: The Stench Awakens

Cruel Bela, the reigning monarch of Scarlet Fart Fetish, awoke with a start. Her eyes, normally hidden behind a veil of languor, were ablaze with an unholy light. She ran her manicured nails through her luscious red hair, causing it to stand on end like a crown of thorns. As she rose from her bed of silk and satin, her robes whispered against the floor, revealing little else besides a subtle hint of her nether regions.

Bela was in a foul mood. The air around her was thick with anticipation and the acrid scent of something... off. She knew what she needed. With every step, her heels dug into the soft carpet, leaving tiny indentations in their wake. Her breathing became more labored, shallow gasps punctuating the silence. She reached the bathroom door and pushed it open, revealing the flimsy figure of her slave, Ariel, cowering on the floor.

"Ariel," she purred, her voice like the sweetest of poisons. "It's time for you to earn your keep." She grabbed a pair of panties from a nearby chair and held them out to Ariel. "Get these wet with your saliva, slave." The look of terror in Ariel's eyes was palpable as she tentatively reached out to touch the material. Bela's smile grew wider, becoming almost predatory.

With a flick of her wrist, Bela tossed the panties onto a nearby table. "No, no, no," she chided. "You need to get them nice and wet, like you're cleaning my underwear with your tongue." Ariel whimpered, his face contorting in revulsion and fear. But he knew better than to disobey his mistress. Slowly, hesitantly, he leaned forward and began to lap at the damp material.

As he did so, Bela let out a long, slow breath. It was almost as if she were relishing in the power she held over her pathetic slave. And then, without warning, she let loose a thunderous fart. The room shook with the force of it, and Ariel was knocked to the ground, his face buried in the wet panties. "There you go, slave," Bela laughed. "Now you can really get to work."

Ariel's face turned an even deeper shade of green as he struggled to his feet, the stench of his mistress's fart assaulting his senses. He knew what he had to do. With trembling hands, he lifted the panties to his nose, inhaling deeply. The smell was overwhelming, but he couldn't deny the twisted thrill he felt deep within him. This was his role, his place in Bela Cruel's world—and he would embrace it, no matter how disgusting or humiliating it might be.

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