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Amazonian Pillow Talk Amazonian Princess Rayola tossed and turned in her bed. For reasons she couldn’t understand, she was restless. She rolled over to her side and heard a muffled scream. She smiled, knowing her servant was awake, full of terror and accidental butt stench. “Is there something wrong darling?” whispered Sasha, her mother. She lay next to Rayola with her arms outstretched toward her daughter's shoulders. “I’m just feeling a little restless, mother.” Rayola replied. The slave boy began panting very audibly under the princesses cheeks. Rayola could just make out his chest rising, clearly struggling under the pressure of her ass. “It seems you woke the slave my daughter. Damn near killed him too!” said Sasha. She lifted her daughters ass and brought the slave to her upturned rear. “Breathe slowly and silently,” she commanded. Rayola watched as the slave obeyed with difficulty. Even the bravest of men had difficulty under her mothers ass. PPRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr….The slave recoiled as the silent fart reached it’s potency. Rayola licked her lips. It was quite a raunchy fart. Her mother giggled as the slave tried to escape her hand on his neck. Rayola turned to her side as pushed her ass against the slaves next. He slowly lost ground. Soon he was encased in two mighty Amazon asses. His struggle slowed as he slowly whimpered and accepted his fate. “Good boy,” his mother said patting her mighty behind. Rayola removed her own cheeks and watched her mother go to work. Truly the Amazonian butt was one to marvel at. The slave had his head completely engorged in her mothers’ crack. Sasha clenched her cheeks together, ensuring both slave and fart would be trapped inside. The slave had no where to go, no hope to cling on to. Rayola watched as her mother shifted and began to grunt. BBBBBBLLLLLAARRRRTT! The gloves were off on that fart. Rayola smelled her mothers cabbage and cheese from here. The slave slowly struggled under her ass...not out of escape, but out of retaliation. Rayola thanked the Gods she wasn’t in his shoes...or in her mothers ass for that matter. PPPPRRLLLBBBLLTTTT! The wet fart caught the slave off guard. Rayola patted her mothers booty as the slaves gagging could be heard underneath. Those wet farts were always hard for them to handle. Sweat and stench combined with ass juice was a nasty combination for a slave. Not to mention that Sasha was an Amazonian queen. Everything about Rayola’s mother was massive. She got a bigger butt, a larger palette of fart, and a bigger diet. The last one was the worst. Rayola once estimated around 2-3 slaves die a week under her ass. Her throne room slaves had it the worst. Not only did they carry the weight of her mighty cheeks as chairs, they had toilet duties as well. BBLBLBLBLBLBLBLBLBBB! Another convulsion from under her ass. Whatever hell this slave thought he was going through, he was the lucky one, thought Rayola. But these young men were like simple cattle to Amazonians. Their lives were as dismissible as a roll of toilet paper. An adequate description; Rayola watched Sasha remove the slave from her ass with ease. She didn't recognize his face anymore. His shit-stained mug was gasping for glorious oxygen. He eyed Sasha’s booty with awe and fear, knowing his service to that behind would never secede...until one fateful day that it would. He didn’t know whether to be happy or sad for that day to come. For some reasons Rayola shared in his sentiment. She grabbed the boy and placed his on her lap. She began toying with his penis with her mighty pinky. He seemed to calm down. These men were like cattle. “Mother, I must tell you of a dream I had. A horrid dream.” Said Rayola. Her mother smiled, then sat on her daughters lap...as well as the slaves. He moaned under the weight of her but held his tongue. A well trained slave was smart to be quiet under the weight of an Amazon. “Go on my daughter. I will try to put this slave to bed.”BBBRRAAAAATTT. Sasha’s fart tingled her daughters legs, a sign of affection. Rayola sniffed her mothers fumes like a fine perfume. Divine, she thought. The slave boy coughed, obviously not agreeing. “Mother,”continued Rayola, “I had a dream that I was a common slave. I endured many farts and carried the weight of a thousand Amazons. Their farts rang in my ears till the end of the work day and at night, I was forced to slumber under their weight.” Sasha giggled. “Deja vu, huh our little fart pillow?” Said Sasha. She scooted up along her daughters thighs. The slave boy disappeared under Sasha’s ass with a yelp. A 5 second ripper kept him busy under her ass. “Must not talk in front of the help darling.” Said her mother. Rayola sighed, feeling the slave shake against her vagaina. She was aroused as he squirmed into her lady parts- yet somehow, she felt guilty under his suffering. PPPRRRAAATTT! Her mother farted again, and his shaking suddenly stopped. “My dear Rayola, you are experiencing what every young Amazonian goes through. Pay it no mind. These slave boys are meant to go under our asses. It is their destiny! Amazons were meant to relieve ourselves and tinies are meant to pick up the waste!” POOOOOT! Another fart from her mother. The slave boy had found his senses again and cried for mercy under Sasha’s ass. Sasha sighed but rose off of him. The slave boy had gone limp, resting on Rayola’s vagina. A moan proved that he was not quite dead yet. Sasha picked him up and placed him in her crack. She back into her daughter’s face. “Look my dear princess. Do you see his size compared to my mighty butt?” Said Sasha. Rayola did. He looked pathetic. Rayola estimated that 2 or 3 more of boys his size could be stuck in his mothers ass. They looked weak. Emasculate. Useless. “I once contemplated the same thing you have, young one. Until I first put one of these slaves in my ass.” Continued Sasha. “I realized how weak he would fare under my booty cheeks. What creature would need to exist that we Amazonians can wipe out when we sit down?” Sasha rose off her daughter and threw the slave boy on the bed. He cowered in fear as she slowly descended her butt upon his face. RRRRAAAAPPPPPTTTT! He coughed under the fart that was near inches to his face. Sasha then sat on him, sealing in the flavor. Rayola couldn’t help but giggle as the slave was left defenseless under her mothers ass. Her mother could fart on him all night and he would be powerless to stop her. Sasha rose off him. “Please, mistress Sasha, I beg of you!” he pleaded. Sasha laughed. “Do you see my daughter? He begs of me!” She bounced her ass on top of the slave. It was a comical display of the Doppler Effect as the slaves cries went in and out from under the massive set of cheeks. “PLEASE STO-ummph!- SITTING ON-umph!-ME!” Rayola was almost bursting in tears from laughter. Her mother stopped after about a minute, leaning in to thank her assistant with a dry, musty fart. Rayola inhaled her mothers sweetly brewed stench. “A wonderful display mother! I especially liked the finale!” Rayola sniffed her mothers’ fart with emphasis for the slave to see. She then smacked her booty and dragged the whimpering slave towards his rightful place beside her. “Thank you mother. I really needed that.” Said Rayola. Her mother took her place next to the slave. “Your welcome my daughter. Perhaps I can show you some new fart techniques? Did you know slaves can survive inside your anus walls? It used to give me quite the orgasm in my younger days. Isn’t that right my little poop catcher?” She scooted closer to the slave. He whimpered in terror and clung to Rayola’s butt cheeks for sanctuary. Rayola obliged him and wedged him between her cheeks. “Sounds splendid mother. Mind helping me put this little one to sleep?” “I would be honored,” her mother replied. The two bumped butts and sealed the slave in an ass dome. He panicked under the stench of their asses. This is only the beginning little one, Rayola thought. Soon my ass will be as powerful as my mothers. Then all fart slaves better watch out for Rayola the Amazonian! Rayola farted long and hard against her mothers ass. She enjoyed every ripple as the gas exited her anus. Her mother responded back, with a slow silent fart. Rayola figured she was already off to sleep. Good, she thought. This little slave is all to myself! |
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