Ariel's Christmas Gift: A Stinky Surprise for Cris
Part 3: The Assault on the Senses
As Cris nervously approached Ariel, he could already smell the pungent aroma wafting off of her. His eyes widened in horror as he realized what the source of the stench was: his long-awaited Christmas present, hidden somewhere within the depths of Ariel's plush behind. With a sinking feeling in his stomach, he knew he was in for a treat—or rather, a punishment.
Ariel glared at her slave, her cheeks flushed with anger. She'd warned him not to get his hopes up, but he'd been so insistent, so desperate for a gift. And now, he was going to pay the price for his impudence. "You really thought you could just walk up to me and expect a present, didn't you?" she spat. "Well, think again, slave."
With a mischievous grin spreading across her face, Ariel turned around and bent over, presenting Cris with the most tempting view of her plush behind. But as he moved closer, anticipation mixed with dread, he realized there was more to this scene than met the eye. Ariel wasn't just going to give him his present—oh no, she had something much more depraved in store for him.
"Open wide, slave," she commanded, her voice dripping with cruel intent. "It's time to take your Christmas gift like the good little boy you are." As Cris hesitantly opened his mouth, his heart racing in his chest, he couldn't help but wonder what kind of surprise awaited him. He knew one thing for sure: it wasn't going to be pleasant. And with that thought lingering in his mind, he braced himself for what was to come.
