Farts from the Queen of Butts' Monarchy By Rosalia Peach and Sabrina Cam Babi part 3
As the Queen of Butts, Rosalia Peach, presided over her royal throne, she surveyed her domain with a regal gaze. Her eyes fell upon Sabrina Cam, a youthful and beautiful confectioner kneeling before her. The smell of freshly baked chocolates wafted through the air, carrying with it the promise of sweet indulgence.
Rosalia's delicate nose wrinkled in disdain as she surveyed the array of chocolates laid out before her. "These are unacceptable," she declared, her voice echoing through the grand hall. "My butt demands only the finest and most delicious confections."
Sabrina trembled, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to appease the anger of her queen. "I-I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I will do better next time."
But it was too late. Rosalia's patience had worn thin, and she was now experiencing severe gas pains. With a huff, she rose from her throne, her massive behind towering over the trembling maid. "You have failed me," she growled, eyes blazing with anger. "And now, you shall pay."
In one swift motion, Rosalia lowered her royal behind onto Sabrina's face. The youthful maid winced, expecting the initial blast of wind that usually followed. But this time, it was different. This time, Rosalia's farts were long, loud, and oh-so-smelly.
Sabrina gagged, choking on the noxious gas as it engulfed her. Tears streamed down her face, and she struggled to breathe through the thick cloud of foul air. "Please, Your Majesty," she begged, her voice muffled by the Queen's ample cheeks. "Have mercy."
But Rosalia was not to be moved by pleas or tears. With each passing moment, her gas pains intensified, and she released a steady stream of putrid farts onto Sabrina's face. The youthful maid's eyes watered, and she could feel the stinging sensation of acidic gases burning her skin.
As the ordeal continued, Sabrina's world began to spin. She felt lightheaded and dizzy, her mind unable to process the overwhelming stench assaulting her senses. All she could do was endure, praying for the mercy that seemed so far out of reach.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Rosalia's farts subsided. She stood up, her massive behind now hovering menacingly over Sabrina's bowed head. "You have been punished," she declared, her voice cold and unyielding. "Now, rise and present yourself to the court."
Slowly and painfully, Sabrina rose to her feet, her body shaking with the aftermath of the brutal punishment she had just endured. As she stood before the court, she couldn't help but wonder if there would ever be redemption for such a humiliating and degrading experience.
