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The Passive Slave

Some slaves may get down on the idea they are just ‘passive’ when it comes to their service but, in actuality, a slave is more active than any time of significant other.

A slave is an extension of his or her Goddess or Mistress; so, therefore, are expected to perform more readily and more intimately than others. Using a slave is simply a Goddess pleasuring herself with one of the ‘tools’ at her disposal; she has no reason to be hesitant with her slave and will be much more willing to experiment and push a slave’s limits.

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“Business Model”

In a small, international town a very sexy Asian woman, Tenshi, sits naked on her balcony; she smokes a cigarette and looks down at the people below, walking like ants, tight knit and no room to breathe.

She spits freely off the side and watches confused walkers look around briefly before being swept away in a crowd. She tosses a lit cigarette, it likely burns someone, as she enters the flat she shares with an attractive Indian woman, Rai, who sits, also naked on the fur couch, listening to music.

“You know, Ten?”

“Yes, Rai?”

“We really must bottle and sell our gas; it is so plentiful.” She farts, long a deep; a smile forms on Tenshi’s face with each passing second of Rai passing her glorious, gas that created heat lines around her waist as she regally fanned the fumes from her face.

“This is a great idea! I fear though, we cannot do this ourselves; we must get someone.”

“Indeed, someone most pathetic; a slave…to abuse and push our gas on the people.”

“This is indeed a wonderful plan my sister.”

“Yes, I look forward to it.”
Rai hid behind the large, slightly ajar gates of their compound; she waited for someone to pass.

At last, in her view is a young man; looking poor, depressed…and truly pathetic.

As he passes the open gate, Rai’s arms reach out and she grabs the boy; quickly she rips a raunchy fart into her hand and cups it around the poor boy’s face. He struggles, tries to yell but no one hears. In seconds, his eye’s roll back and he’s out like a light from the atrocious smell. Rai sniffs her hand casually and draws back a little before deeply enjoying the odor and laughing.
The boy’s eyes fluttered awake as he slowly rose from the ground; his hazy eyes just barely made out the two naked beauties greedily and happily dining on some sort of feast; a soft smile formed on his face.

Tenshi looks over and notices, “Rai, the boy is awake.”

Rai looks too, she smiles wide, wipes the bean sauce from the edges of her mouth and stands, approaching the boy.

“Hello my dear boy, you must be afraid…though, certainly you don’t look it.”

The boy is in a bit of shock, staring at two beauties in their fullest form, “Pardon me, I merely just am shaken by your awe inspiring looks, you each look like a royal princess.”

Rai laughs; Tenshi asks, “Are you drunk dear boy?” She shakes his head around.

“Still, good to see you know beauty when you see it,” Rai finally responds, throwing the pubescent boy a bone. “Surely then you will do as we ask?”

“Of course, anything; what would you have me do?” The boy asked eagerly.

“Oh my dear, well, this is a unique position; we need someone to help us sell our gasses to the people.”

“I…I’m not sure I understand; buying farts?”

“Indeed, if you must be so crass, yes; it seems all you’re likely capable of.”

She smiles when he is clearly disappointed in not living up to her expectations; she had him in her hand like clay and she loved molding soft mounds.

“So you’ll be doing the selling.”

“…Yeh…yes.” He hesitates, the individuality slowly draining from him.

“As your reward, you will get a share of the product.”

“I don’t know…”

“Of course, my simple minded boy; I know you don’t understand…but it’ll be so clear,” Rai jerks his head to the left and there is the pressed-together cheeks of Tenshi; primed and ready.

Rai presses the boy’s head into Tenshi’s crack and within seconds his head is fumigated with a dark, thick gas that brings tears to his eyes, he chokes on horrid fart air, and gags out for oxygen as he is pumped full of gas and ass smell. Tenshi giggles, feeling the tormented air of the victim pulsing at her anus; frantic, desperate. Beautiful.

Hands, shifting, clutching, grabbing at the back of the boys head; Tenshi pulls his hair and his face suction cups from her ass. He pants and gasps, fighting, pushing before his head is submerged now in Rai’s ass.

The scent, already so potent, so deep; then a long, flapping fart rushes up the boy’s nostrils and he screams out audible, tortured my the noxious gas and dying for oxygen, freedom; the chance to just go back and never have done this but with each inhale of gas that enters his body, that slowly drifts away into nothingness. He passes out.
The young man lies still on the floor as his eyes cut through the haze; he watches the two delighted girls, naked, squatting over jars and farting long and deeply into them until a nearly green gas showed in the bottle. They capped it and set it aside, grabbing another bottle. He passed out again.
A rich, strong, then rancid aroma assaults the boy’s nose and he wakes up frantically, ramming his head into the glass jar the girl’s hold just under his nose; they laugh, a fart escapes one of them.

“That is so good; people will love these,” Tenshi says.

“Yes, and the longer they are sealed, the more potent them become; is that not right, my young boy?” Rai asks.

He looks at her, in anger and fear at the same time.

“Answer me, my dear,” Rai demands.

“Yes,” the boy says, shortly.

“Oh, I don’t think I like that tone; should I open another jar for you?” Rai asks, kindly; as if it was a favor and a delight.

He shakes his head frantically.

“No? Oh, perhaps you’d like it straight from the source?”

Even more frantically he shakes his head, it looks as though it will fall off.

“Then you will gather these jars, take them outside and sell them. You will bring back the money to us and then you will wait for further instruction; do you understand this dog?”

“Yes princess.”

“Good choice my dear boy.”
In the street, the boy holds a tray with a strap he wears around his neck. It’s marked ‘Gas Jars.’

Men came by, most thought it to be an incorrect spelling but had no further interest. One opened the jar; as the smell hit him, he recoiled back then punched the boy direct in his exposed stomach. He doubled over in pain, dropping and breaking two jars; the smell deep and rich and, worst of all, very near his face as he struggled to make it back to his feet.

A young boy came and opened three jars before he kicked him in the shin to send him away, the smell was powerful again; those around me angered.

A beautiful woman came by sometime later, her face was covered in shadow but her smirk apparent.

“How smelly are these fart jars boy?”

“Very, deeply; most potent, trust me.” The boy, knowing and eager to make a sale with an obviously interested party.

She reached for the boys head and pulled it down to her ass. She buried it deep and then released a nine second fart for the boy to enjoy, she grasped and fondled his ears as he was forced to endure her monster fart.

“Is it worse than that?”

The boy fell backwards, unconscious; all the fart jars broken around him but unmatched to the deep, dark smell already living in his nostrils.
As the dark night fell, the women grew impatient.

Finally, the boy stumbled in; dirty, broken, with an empty tray.

The women played oblivious, “Oh my, you sold all the jars?!” Rai asked, excitedly, happily.

“Oh, I…no.”

“What do you mean no? Where’s our jars then?” Tenshi asked.

“Most broken…I fell when a boy opened some jars,” he said, hesitantly; not wanting to mention the other woman for fear of enraging them.

“Broken?! Why you incompetent worm! How much did you make?!” Rai asked, angrily.

“Wh…nothing princess.”

“How dare you enter this home with nothing!” Tenshi responded quickly.

“There’s nothing I could…”

“Enough,” Rai stopped him. “No excuses.”

Rai stood and approached him, her naked body gleaming in the fluorescent light of the room.

“Well tomorrow you’ll try harder,” her eyes pierced him and he nodded with her, as if in a trance. “For now though, you must be punished.”

She grasps his neck lightly, “Ten, would you care for a movie tonight?”

“Oh, yes! That’d be great Rai!”

“Excellent,” Rai says, dragging the boy into the couch. “Enjoy the night boy; if you’re lucky, I’ll put you in the bed as well.”

Together, Rai and Tenshi laughed as they took seats on the couch, pulling out the cover to allow their naked butts to hover precariously, odoriferously over the young boy. They ripped repeatedly, relentlessly for hours until the boy was deep, deep in submission; choking on the rancid air they continually pumped into his tiny hovel that he’d get to know so well in the coming years.

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“Suicide Goddess”

The Goddess, switches on the light, closing her front door behind her. She’s a little startled when she sees a scrawny, naked young man on her floor; his penis tiny and his balls bulbous, dying for popping.

The Goddess smiles just a bit, “Who are you? What are you doing here?”

“I knew you would’t recognize me; it is I, Goddess; your most loyal and skilled writer.”

“Ah, well, this is a surprise; now what are you doing here?” The Goddess asks, a little irked.

“Goddess, I’ve done all you’ve asked, when you’ve asked. Please do me one favor?”

“What is it?”

“Kill me…with your booty.”

“What?! Don’t be absurd; I thought we discussed this.”

“I know Goddess but, I have nothing; without you, I am nothing. I’ve done nothing special with my life so, at the very least, going out, providing you pleasure; at least I’ll be somebody, to someone; especially someone as important as you. If I can’t have you, at least let me go out, by you.”

“Toilet…I…this;” the Goddess begins; she grabs my head and shoves it against her mighty booty. It rumbles as it blasts a giant, putrid fart.

I moan, paniked as I feel the air continually pour out her divine anus; it doesn’t stop by the time I feel unconsciousness take me.

I drop to the floor.

The Goddess takes a moment, sits on my body, to think.
I wake sometime later; the room is concrete all around.

“Toilet, I’m disappointed in you; you give up. I thought you were better than these other disposable toilets I toss around but no…” the Goddess emerged from the shadows; stark naked save for her long, black boots.

It was a heel to my groin I felt first; she giggled watching me writhe in pain.

“…You’re just as pathetic as any of them,” the Goddess says, swinger her massive booty over to my face. Inches away from it, it rumbles loudly; shakes violently, like a poorly aligned blender.

Immediately, the Goddess envelopes my head; my mouth makes a precession and deep connection to her anus as she wastes no time in dumping thick, long log after log down my throat until it can take no more and logs spill out over the sides; quickly filling my face with their putrid stink and unmmanagable girth as I choked down the foul waste.

The Goddess giggled evilly as sludge launched out the sides of the logs and blasted like a hydrant against my face with such force.

I felt myself, choking; sputtering on liquid shit and solid dumps down my throat, and even more piled high over my face; suffocating me deep, deep within the Goddess’ supreme waste.

She released me; I, a lightweight, was knocked out again. My body feel lifelessly and shit-filled to the floor.

Unconscious, piled high with logs and sludge; as I breathed I created audible bubbles that popped around my face. The Goddess watched me, in my slumber, react to the popping, stink filled bubbles with a wrinkling of my nose. She laughed. She leaned down, kissed the only dry spot on my forehead and walked to the door.

She switched off the light, “Silly toilet.” She walked out; locking the chamber door behind her. “I guess I have you now,” she giggled.

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“Plane with the Goddess”

I hear a loud rumbling and I’m a little unsure whether it’s the plane or the Goddess’ fine booty.

“Hey toilet!” The Goddess says, smacking me in the arm, “I think this will help your writing.”

“Wha? What do you mean?” I ask, nervously.

Excitedly, the Goddess jumps up; pulls down her sweat stained jeans. Her broad, beautiful, perfect booty explodes outwardly from her tight garb. A run-away fart blows in an unlucky toilet in the blast radius; his hair stands on end and he passes out, falling forward with a painful thump.

The Goddess giggles; turning to look at the pathetic toilet. She stops partway, groans a little and blast a twenty foot spray; shaking herself up and down to really cover her lucky, screaming toilets.

I held my face, hoarding and grabbing at the quickly depleting oxygen in the plane cabin as I watched the Goddess wreck havoc on these poor toilet’s faces.

I was in a daze, coming out of it at a terrible time; watching the Goddess burying a very unlucky toilet’s face deep within her booty.

“Ooof, toilet, I don’t feel so good,” the Goddess exclaims as I watch, horrifyingly his body shudder under the sheer force and size of the Goddess’ gargantuan logs; I watched them puff out his throat as he struggled valiantly to choke them down through smell and suffocation.

The Goddess, meanwhile, her expression euphoric, joyous, as she pumped the young man full of her toxic and massive dumps; for her, it was as routine as cleaning one’s plumbing, the toilet was merely a vessel, a tool; the fact that he has organs, a mind, and consciousness is of little consequence to the duty of his person.

Then, with a new years eve excitement, the Goddess pulled her booty from the toilet’s face; it flowed freely with a powerful, thick sludge that she bent down and fired it all over the cabin like a fountain. From the ceiling, like a drippy cavern, it rained down like goopy brown hail on all the toilets.

The Goddess, with a look of pure and utter satisfaction; stepped down and walked back to her seat near me which were spotlessly clean.

“I…” I start.

The Goddess, interrupts, turning her massive booty to me; before I can even react, she sharts a great load at me. My body, shudders back, robbed of life-giving oxygen that was replaced with air cannon force with hot, putrid, heavily shit-infused air. Splatters dotted my lips and nose; in a blink, my eye stung with some undoubtedly right on the lid. I clutch it, painfully, as the Goddess takes her seat, casually next to me.

I gag and sputter, choking on the thick, clinging fart and shit that lines my face.

The Goddess leans in, as if to be secretive; “Narrate that to me, will you toilet.”

I sit, shit dripping from my face in waves; in a moment of stupid strength, “No, I don’t think so, Rosemary.”

The Goddess smiles, clearly above anger; “Toilet, you will do as I ask; you have two options, begin immediately or start as soon as I sit on your head.” The Goddess leans towards me and farts for a good ten seconds, dusting me strongly in a nauseating eggy smell; my head feels lightheaded, I feel like I’m silently choking; an air, literally deadly air, lining every mucus membrane and pore and suffocating it with a thick, dark stench.

I stuttered at first but the Goddess was forgiving as I relayed a passible tale until we landed.

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What can a new year bring? As much as you put in.

It’s always funny to hear people making new year’s resolutions  like more talking, more pondering of your problems will solve it. If you want change, do it. Talking is great; you can explore some wonderfully big ideas and discover things you never knew. But if you find yourself lethargic and wanting to make a change; what better than to just get up off your ass an act. Why continue to delay and procrastinate; don’t mention it, talk about it, or write it on a list; do it. Right now.

If you’re planning, great; but don’t confuse planning for doing. Planning is a sedentary step; it doesn’t get you any closer until you act and even then, you’ll likely face adversity  you must find it in you to persevere  This is why people are lethargic; lazy. It’s not simple enough; they give up.

The successful people look down with quiet distain for those who don’t do.

Stop talking. Start doing.

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How much must you take on, how much must you do to survive?

I am thankful for the fact that, to my knowledge, we only live once; I could not imagine more lives of shlepping and suffering. Sure, there are those who have it far worse off but everyone’s expectations are beyond reach.

People should not be killed but for some, life is out of reach. People should not go hungry but for some, food is out of reach. People should not be unemployed but for some, jobs are out of reach. These are three fundamentals of our lives though, admittedly, we could get on without jobs but that’s a whole non-monetary system kettle of fish that’s hardly worth thinking about.

How many unpaid jobs can you take before someone starts handing over some dough? Until someone sees your merit to actually be an employee and not an independent contractor; as if we are to work freelance all our lives. Freelance secretaries, freelance doctors; it’s absurd but an Idiocracy truth we live.

The business man has no money, the employee can’t get paid; something is woefully wrong here. Where’s the breakdown? It can’t be spending because these stores stay afloat; why is it that now they suddenly aren’t making enough to survive when before they did fine?

What’s happened to our collective prosperity and why do so many of us struggle and scrape just to work, just to try to get a job, let alone do the job. We starve to death in waiting rooms just hoping someone will throw us a bone with a little meat on it, maybe some gas money. Oh how sweet it tastes to live in squalor.

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“Goddess of Holland”

The plane begin to ascend; the female pilot, giving the Goddess a thumbs up from the cockpit as the Goddess hung her massive booty out the plane doors.

At about two hundred feet; the Goddess’ belly churned and rumbled loudly, she may have overdone it. Like unstoppable wildfire, the Goddess booty opens to car tunnel size and unleashes a hellish, drippy, putrid fury all over the green of Holland. The shit storm overshadowed homes and waves of the Goddess’ divine fluid ran through streets, down neighborhoods; commerce centers were literally washed away under the dam break like force of the Goddess’ unloading.

“Ooops,” she declared, giggling to herself. She clutched the door in pain; “Oh God…”

An ocean of thick, almost black sludge pours from the Goddess’ beautiful booty; the level of shit increases to a steady five feet; children drown in sludge, most adults are struggling to stay aloft; some clinging to humongous, tree-sized logs only to pass out onto of them from their noxious, persisting odor.

The Goddess, closes the door behind her. The toilets on the tiny plane look on in great fear, having watched oceansful of waste exit the plane from this one woman’s powerful behind.

She smiles cruelly and takes her seat, “Toilet, I’d like you to write about this; got it?!”

“Yuhh…yes, yes, Goddess.” I reply, frightened; having seen what transpired on a webcam from the Goddess computer.

She bends her fine, magnifient, naked booty to the camera and farts for twenty seconds straight; giggling intermittently I hear moans and screams of protests from the other passengers.

Suddenly, I clasp my own face in disgust. The smell had permeated through the internet and made it to my home. Oh God! No!!

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“Boss Goddess”

I sat at my desk and contemplated the world’s problems when the buzzer sounded loudly; the intercom.

It was the Goddess, “I need you here, immediately; come see me.”

“Okay,” I replied.

I head to the Goddess’ office and knock.

“Come in,” she says.

I open the door to a rather large, spacious office; the Goddess is sitting with smug smile on her face near the other end of the room. She watched me intently, as if calculating my value in dollars and it was changing by the second.

The Goddess wore long, silke white opera gloves; she removed her Gucci sunglasses to show her deep, piecing green eyes. She work a black business blouse that hung tightly on her shapely frame and a low cut top that showed just enough to be boss you’d get fired just to fuck. Her hair tied up in a tight bun.

Her legs, formerly crossed, now drop to the ground; she walked to the front of her desk, revealing her tan miniskirt and her long black boots with four inch heels.

Her face is stern, with a slight smirk on her plump, red lips. “Sit down,” she commands politely. She motions to the chair in front of her desk. “Timmy, do you know why I called you in here?”

“No Goddess,” I said; I really didn’t.

“Heres the deal. You’re performance sucks; to be frank. I can fire you right here and now, no pay, no benefits, no pension Or you can work for me, personally.”

“Oh, I need this job Goddess,” I was somewhat excited about her offer; it seemed very Penthousy, I went along with it. “What would I be doing for you? Am I qualified?”

She smirks, “Oh, you’re finely qualified, no worries there.” She pats my shoulder reassuringly. “That’s a good choice sweetie; for me anyways.”

The Goddess stands and struts her beautiful booty towards me; she lowers her fine face an inch away from mine and whispers sadistically “You’re going to be my toilet, toilet.” She giggles cutely, then her booty rumbles loudly.

“Go to my bathroom,” she says sternly, pointing her gloved finger at a private bathroom in her office.

“What do you mean?! WHAT does that even mean?! You can’t be serious, you can’t do this!” She nudges m in that direction, rubbing her booty against my face aggressively. I recoil in terror, smacking it.

“I really don’t have time for this toilet,” she says; she bends her knees a little and rips a giant, putrid fart in my face; it robs me of breath as I choke and cough on the noxious gas.

“Now move toilet!” The Goddess demands.

I move to the bathroom; “Now put your face where it belongs.”

I plead, claw, and beg. She responds with a light squeezing of my balls with her long boot heels. “Your face in the toilet now!”

My balls shrivel under the pressure of her booty; my head backs up, obediently to the toilet but I plead all the way for this to end.

“Please, I’ll do anything else; not this. I’ll sell more! I have leads, please, give me another chance. Please! No no!”

Her eyes piercing my soul; she raises her skirt and looks over her shoulder. “There is something you can do toilet”

I look up in hopeful desperation.

She smiles, “Open wide, this load is gonna be huge!”
Her booty rumbles as it descends to my face; sealing the toilet bowl. My head hits the water; her booty splits and her hole begins to winden. Gas escapes profusely and openly; filling the tiny bowl with the foulest stench on Earth.

I gag on the noxious fumes that blast through my face; squeezing past a giant, visible log that slowly chugs along though the Goddess’ anus. Her cries are nearly euphoric as the monster log pushes with just a little effort and, at terrible last, made contact with my face as my head submerged beneath the toilet-fart water.

It fired out like a log at a lumber mill unstoppable as the pressed and pounded against my face with unbreakable force. My mouth quickly filled with gooey sludgey shit. The massive log, now coiling around the bowl soaked all the water making it a soft mass of shitty proportions.

I screamed, it echoed deafeningly in the bowl. Airtight. I was choking.

“Whoops, guess my booty really has to unload.” She says cutely as she pushes and grunts. Her hole widens and a large gush of brown spray explodes in my face.

I panicked as the diarrhea rained down upon me with the force of a fire sprinkler. The contents slowly drip out around my face and join the sludge log that fills the toilet. Shit drips through my sealed lips, hitting my tongue with its terrible sour taste; I swallow it painfully; a moan and sob as it hits my stomach, I feel ill.

There’s a knock on the door, “Goddess, it’s me Bridgett.”

The Goddess sighs in great relief, “Yes hon, what do you need?”

I shake and caw, splashing around in shit-filled water. You’re amused as you bring a stiff, hard boot heel to my balls again; I squeal inaudibly. My balls shrivel like punished dogs; you scrape your heel painfully forward on my ballsac; it’s pain and pleasure of an indescribable proportion. A fart rings out and breaks me from the spell.

“I’m sorry to bother you, but I need to tell you about current projections on one of our subsidies; they are vastly lower than their year-end estimates, I’m wondering what can be done.”

“Unfortunately, at this point…erh…” the Goddess says, as another log beings to drop and inject my face with new, fresh logs; each bubbling with vibrant gassy pockets that repeatedly barraged me as I hung my head, severely weak and beaten, lying on my liquidly shit pillow. “…yeah, so that’s fine.”

“Okay, I’ll draw up the paperwork.”

“That you dear,” The Goddess says, farting loudly, it echoing endlessly in the bowl. I moaned as the gas seeped it’s way into my shit fort.

“Also, I noticed Timmy isn’t at his desk…”

The Goddess laughs, “Yes, I…gave him an alternate assignment; I think it’s going to work out so you may not see him for some time. Perhaps the Christmas party.”

Bridget walks off to her duties.

The Goddess sighs in great, exasperating relief. She lifts her booty from my face and watches my pained, weakened head emerge from the shit piles of her creation.

She bends over, her booty opens widely and releases a long, refreshing shart all over my face. I recoil, over-odored; my head falls back into the toilet.

The Goddess recomposes her panties and skirt, “Now toilet, report back to me immediately after my meeting, got it? I think they are serving burritos.”

The Goddess struts away leaving me to grieve for my death; the death of my self. I lived for the Goddess now.

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“Impossible to Overshadow”

“So Hare-Bear,” the Goddess asks, chuckling. “Why are you so fucking ugly?”

She smiles then spins to her backside, shaking her profound booty at my face before lowering her skirted booty onto my face.


The Goddess farts profoundly, deeply, strongly, a potent, ungodly gas that chokes me; I sputter and fight for oxygen by the Goddess holds my face deep within her booty and refuses to let go.

“Well,” she asks, releasing my head.

Out of breath, I reply, “So as to not overshadow you Goddess.” I crumble into the corner, recoil there.

The Goddess smiles, looking at me, cornered as she approaches; idiot, she thinks. “Oh please, as if you could.” She scoffs.

She looks back and wiggles her booty side to side; my head casually darting with it.


The Goddess is overjoyed, “So hun, can you guess what I ate today,” she blows even more gas in my face, perhaps providing an adequate sample. It was surely generous and heaping if measured.

My eyes tear up and wince at the attricious, eggy smell; I gasp and sputter out, “Omlette?!”

The Goddess tosses her blonde hair, annoyed; she bends over and releases a torrent storm of gassy emissions; at least ten farts, most longer than five seconds. Perhaps it was my punishment for being incorrect.

Panicked and choking, I screamed, “Burrutios!”

“Ooooh, very good,” the Goddess replies, giddy. “How’d you guess that, my little ass filter?” She farts again, loudly, deeply.

“With you glory Goddess.”

She farts again, loudly like a jackhammer with a chainsaw; “What was that sweetie,” she asks cutely.

“You!” I scream out desperately; “Because of you, your greatness Goddess!” I’m crying, pleading the answer. “Please, no more!”

The Goddess’ eyes pierce my soul as her long heels do the same to my tender balls, “Don’t raise your voice to me shitface!” She’s enraged.

She releases my face, quickly raises her skirt. My eyes go wide; her smile follows suit.

“Uh oh, shit face, guess what?” She says, sitting her bare booty on my face; you can hear the sadistic pleasure in her voice.

“No…no, no no, please!”

The Goddess releases a long gassy blast, practically paralyzing my face; her heel digs deeper into my balls. “What did you say to me!?” She groans as her hole expands.

I shake my head, one final ditch effort at freedom; it’s futile as the log quickly hits then strongly presses against my face; pushing it away had it not been held fast by the Great Goddess.

Down my mouth the mighty, large log snakes; it hits my stomach, filling my body with a certain feeling of poison and sickness.

I gurgle and yell for it to end; for it to stop but it’s useless.

The first log gone, another juts out; then retreats, then juts more; retreats again; it’s a horrifying game until, like a missile it launches and plasters itself deep within my upturned nose; the pain is felt deep within my brain; shit likely having making it’s way deep in there.

Like a chain, smelly log after drippy log came pouring seemingly easily out of the Goddess’ beautiful booty and I choked them down without choice; my face quickly filled with the Goddess’ most perfect and profound dumps. For all of which, I should be most thankful.

Finally, the Goddess stands, releasing my head; I am weak, near to tipping to the floor. The Goddess bends over a full 45 degrees and sharts for a full thirty seconds, cleaning herself in the process; my body sliding and banging against the wall from the force. The Goddess giggled at the sight; continuing to unload.

She turns, and looks at my pathetic, shit composed body. I pathetically wipe my face with a nearby tissue.

The Goddess, brings her face close to mine; she inhales just slightly. She’s gorgeous, even after all this.

She reels back, in a split second she sneezes a lake full of snot and phlegm all over my face. My face drips with her green, gooey slime; combined with her dark, brown shits; I was her toilet.

I watched her jiggle her booty in my face once more; a drying but relatively odorless gas puffed my face. She strutted away.

I looked down at my pants; boner large as ever. “Fuck!” I pound the ground and then smile at her; she doesn’t look back and the door locks.


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