Sweetheart Dreams And Hot Girls - MAKING INSOLENT SLAVE SMELL MY FARTS # PART 3 # GODDESS KIARA NISSEI

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Sweetheart Dreams And Hot Girls - MAKING INSOLENT SLAVE SMELL MY FARTS # PART 3 # GODDESS KIARA NISSEI

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The Stench of Submission: Kiara Nissei's Fart-Filled Fate

Part 3: Making an Insolent Slave Smell Her Farts

As Goddess Kiara Nissei strutted back into the room, her eyes locked onto Slave Alan's disheveled form. She watched as he lay on her luxurious bed, his face buried in her phone as if it were a lifeline. A small smile played at the corners of her lips; it was time to remind this pitiful creature who was truly in charge here.

"Look at me, slave," she commanded, her voice dripping with venom. Slowly, he raised his head, his eyes meeting hers for the first time since his humiliation began. She could see the fear in them, and it only fueled her sadistic delight.

With a flick of her wrist, she sent her phone flying across the room, landing with a satisfying crash on the floor. "You disgusting piece of filth," she hissed, advancing towards him. "You think you can just leech off of my power and wealth? You'll learn your place soon enough."

Slave Alan trembled beneath her gaze, unable to form a coherent thought let alone a response. His mind reeled as she stood over him, her tall frame looming like a dark cloud. With a mischievous grin, she reached down and grabbed the hem of her skirt, pulling it up to reveal her perfect ass.

"You see this?" she purred, slapping his cheek with her bare thigh. "This is what a goddess looks like. And you, pathetic slave, will worship every inch of me."

And with that, she let loose a fart that shook the room. The putrid stench filled the air as she watched Slave Alan's eyes water, his face contorting in disgust. "Smell this," she growled, leaning over him. "This is the true power of a goddess. Now tell me, slave, does it make you want to serve me even more?"

As he struggled to form a reply, Goddess Kiara Nissei leaned in closer, her breath hot against his cheek. "Answer me!" she demanded, her voice a low rumble.

"Yes, Goddess Kiara," he whispered, his voice shaking with fear. "It makes me want to serve you even more."

With a satisfied smile, she stood up straight, surveying her handiwork. It was clear that Slave Alan was completely under her control now. And as much as she enjoyed seeing him squirm, there was one final test she needed to put him through before truly making him hers.

"Good boy," she cooed, patting his head condescendingly. "Now go ahead, smell my fart. Prove to me that you're worthy of your new role."

Slowly, with trembling hands, Slave Alan reached out and took a deep breath of the nauseating stench. As he did so, he couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction wash over him. For in that moment, he knew that he was truly at the mercy of Goddess Kiara Nissei.

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