Nastyninna - Farting Slave Training 3
Ninna's Stinky Domain
Day 7: Farting Slave Training
The aroma of rotten eggs and sulfur filled the air as I descended the stairs to my dungeon. My fart slave, Max, was already on his knees, head bowed, face buried between my massive thighs. His nostrils flared, taking in the nauseating scent of my asshole. He moaned, a mixture of pleasure and disgust, as he inhaled deeply.
Today was day seven of his training, and I could see the effects of my stinky domination over him. His skin was pale, and there were dark circles under his eyes from holding his breath during my particularly potent farts. Still, he was making progress; he was able to withstand longer durations of my fumes before gagging or passing out.
As I approached him, I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pride in my creation. Max was now completely dependent on my farts for his kink, his whole existence revolving around my ass. I knelt down in front of him, my giantess form towering over him, and smiled.
"Good morning, my little fart slave," I purred, running my fingers through his sweaty hair. "Are you ready to continue your training?"
Max looked up at me, eyes wide with fear and anticipation. He nodded slowly, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. I reached down and lifted him up by his collar, forcing him to stand tall.
"Today's lesson is going to test your limits," I whispered menacingly into his ear. "I want you to take in as many of my farts as you can stomach."
I pulled down my pants, revealing my hairy, stinky ass to him. He gagged at the sight, his face turning a sickly shade of green. I chuckled darkly and pushed him forward, shoving his face between my cheeks.
"Breathe in, slave," I commanded. "Let my farts fill your lungs."
With each passing second, Max struggled harder to breathe, his body shaking from the intense fumes. I watched with twisted amusement as he gagged and retched, trying to expel the stench from his system. But despite the discomfort, there was an undeniable thrill in his eyes, a sign that he was becoming addicted to my farts.
After what seemed like an eternity, I pulled him away and let him cough and gasp for air. His eyes were watering, and he was trembling uncontrollably. But there was also a hint of desire in those eyes, a longing for more of my stinky dominance.
"Very good, Max," I praised him, ruffling his hair again. "You're making progress. Keep it up, and maybe one day, you'll be worthy of calling yourself my fart slave."
With that, I turned and walked away, leaving him to ponder his newfound addiction and the power I held over him. As I ascended the stairs back to my throne room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the havoc I'd wrought on poor Max's life. For in this world of giantess fetish video content creation ruled by Nastyninna, there was no escape from the stinky domination of the almighty farts.
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