Long Farts in My Slave Balloon - by Anita Perverse - Part 3
In the dimly lit dungeon, the slave lay curled up in a corner of his mistress's room. His eyes were closed, but he could feel the tension building within him. He knew what was coming next—the sound of her dress rustling as she approached him, the sweet scent of her perfume filling his nostrils, and then the unmistakable whoosh of air as she released a long, powerful fart into her helium balloon.
Anita Perverse, the infamous goddess of Farting Girls Brazil, stood over her slave, her body practically glowing in the low light. She had been teasing him all day, denying him food and water and leaving him alone to stew in his own filth. Now it was time to reward him for his loyalty and obedience.
With a wicked grin, she unleashed a deafening squeal of gas into her balloon. The slave flinched, his entire body shaking with anticipation as the fumes enveloped him. He could feel the pressure building inside him, the familiar ache in his gut telling him what was about to happen.
Another long, low rumble echoed through the room, followed by several more quick stabs of gas. The slave opened his eyes wide, watching as Anita's belly jiggled with each powerful release. He couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pride as he watched his mistress dominate him so completely.
As the balloon began to inflate at an alarming rate, the slave found himself growing aroused. He couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to be trapped inside that massive balloon, surrounded by Anita's intoxicating farts. A shiver ran down his spine at the thought.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Anita stepped back, admiring her handiwork. The balloon was now twice its original size, straining against the ropes that held it in place. The slave watched in awe as his goddess stroked the shiny surface of the balloon, clearly taking pride in her creation.
With a mischievous glint in her eye, Anita turned to the slave and pointed at him. "You did well, my little balloon slave," she purred. "Now it's time for you to experience the power of my farts firsthand."
Before the slave could even process her words, Anita was upon him once again. This time, she straddled his chest, her weight pressing him into the cold, hard floor. He could feel the heat radiating off her body, the intoxicating scent of her farts filling his nostrils.
And then she let loose—a long, low moan that turned into a deafening scream as she released the pent-up gas from her bowels. The slave felt his world spinning as the force of her fart knocked him off his feet. He landed with a painful thud, his face pressed against the soft fabric of her dress.
As he struggled to catch his breath, he could feel another wave of gas hitting him. This time, it was even stronger than before—a direct hit to his chest that left him gasping for air. But despite the pain and discomfort, he couldn't help but feel an intense sense of submission and arousal.
For in this world of Farting Girls Brazil, there was no greater honor than to be chosen by a goddess like Anita Perverse. And as long as she kept farting on him, he would gladly bear her wrath.
