Karina Cruel Femdom Boys - FARTING: FRAGRANCE OF OBEDIENCE - BBW ROSALIA PEACH - FULL VERSION - NEW KC DECEMBER 2025
The Fragrance of Obedience
A Giantess Fetish Story
Rosalia Peach, the voluptuous mistress, was in a foul mood. Her heart raced as she searched for her missing underwear. She couldn't find them anywhere, and this made her even more irritated. It was important to feel comfortable when going out, especially for someone as large as her.
As she continued her search, she stumbled upon Victor Ramos, her faithful little toy. He was sound asleep on the floor, completely unaware of the chaos around him. His innocent face was serene, unaware of what was about to happen.
Rosalia's anger boiled over. She pointed an accusing finger at Victor, suspecting him of taking her precious underwear. "You took my panties, didn't you?" she thundered, every word heavy with accusation.
Victor stirred awake, confused and terrified by Rosalia's fury. He shook his head vigorously, denying any knowledge of the missing garment. But it was too late. Rosalia had already made up her mind.
"You're going to pay for this," she growled, her voice deep and menacing. She pulled him from his resting place, and before he could even process what was happening, she was sitting on his face.
Her massive bottom landed on his nose, and he gagged on the overwhelming stench of her sweat and fear. Rosalia let out a long, loud fart that echoed through the room, enveloping Victor in a cloud of noxious gas.
She let out another one, this time aiming directly into Victor's open mouth. He gagged again, but there was no escaping the putrid fragrance that invaded his senses.
"Swallow it," Rosalia commanded, her voice cold and unyielding. Victor swallowed the fart, feeling it slide down his throat like a slick of oil. He could barely breathe, let alone protest.
Rosalia continued to sit on Victor's face, her weight crushing him beneath her enormous form. She farted repeatedly, each one stronger than the last. Victor had never felt so humiliated, so utterly powerless.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Rosalia lifted herself off Victor's face. He lay there, gasping for air, his face and hair coated in a fine layer of sweat and fart mist.
As she walked away, Rosalia left Victor with a final, chilling thought: the fragrance of obedience was now forever embedded in his nostrils. He knew that from now on, he would always remember who he was and what he was meant to do - and that was to serve his mistress, no matter how humiliating or demeaning the task might be.
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