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Amazon Slave Farm Vince was a really lucky house slave. He had worked his way out of the stable to become Maurice’s house slave. Now, it wasn’t cake and icecream all the time for him. Staring into Maurice’s asshole, he knew he had a heck of a storm coming his way. BBRRRLOOOPPTTT! Vince took a mouthful of breakfast fart right to the face. Being an Amazon, Maurice’s ass had exceptional power. Around 70 solid pounds of ass meat was digging around Vince’s face, farting with the force of two cow butts. FFRRRLLPPPTTTT! Maurice sighed, knowing Vince could take the pain. He had been trained to swallow farts since the stable. Most of her slaves went off to stores or homes, for other Amazons to torture or Giantess's to snack on. Maurice prided herself on raising the best damn slaves for the job. Except of course, for the couple new rabble rousers. FFFFLLLOOLLRRRPPTT! “Oh, excuse me hon, that was juicy.” Maurice rose, letting her delicate friend suck in some air from around her cheeks. “Sorry for the added pressure. We have A LOT of bad boys to attend to.” The boy nodded, trying his best to maintain a normal breathing pattern underneath the sausage patty and eggy smells. Maurice smiled. She was getting old, but loved seeing the vigor of the slave’s underneath her. “Don’t think I have to worry about you, huh fartboy?” Vince looked at her vicious wrinkled cheeks hovering over him. Sweet as she was, Maurice was no Amazon to skip punishment when needed. He nodded fastly and Maurice giggled at his puny response. “Good boy. I’ll be back soon.” Maurice rose, taking a slice of bacon off her plate and sticking it between her asscheeks. FFFFLLRRPBBBTTT! A sour, bubbly fart,(probably coated with the same meat) launched the bacon across the floor. Disgusting as it was, Vince hurried to scoop up his meager breakfast. Maurice grabbed her suit and headed for the stables. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Slave farming was a rough job, but Maurice had more than enough tools to suit it. She was a little larger than most Amazon's, especially where it mattered. Her asscheeks were the size of a pillow, drawing the boys in with their cushion, then driving them away with their pushin’. Maurice unzipped her Mistress suit around the buttocks, letting nothing but her stinky asscrack exposed. With her aged look and intimidating stature, it gave her cattle a complete sense of humiliation. Well, at least for a few. She had a few headstrong boys that needed a good kick in the pants. They had to have had one leader somewhere causing all that ruckus. Today, she would find them out. Maurice opened the door to the barn, taking in the immediate shit smell. Granted, she was mostly to blame, but the cattle living in their own squalor didn’t help. “Alright boys, checkup time!” she hollered. The lights were flickered on, sending a few of them back against the wall, shielding her eyes. One slave by the door was eyeing the fresh sunlight...all he had to do was remove his chains and run past Maurice. He caught her eye and all his bright plans faded as she gave him a deviant smile. “Morning sweetheart. Beautiful day, hmmm?” She cupped a hand to her ass and farted into it. BBRRRLLBBB! She waved it towards him, giggling as he tried to shield his face from the stink. Maurice walked along the rows, seeing each slave sitting still and avoiding eye contact with her. Good, the fear was inbred with them. No doubt these were prime suspects for fart slavery. Then, Maurice heard a tiny whimper behind her. She turned around to find a boy sit up straight and dart his eyes away. Well aren’t you a sneaky little devil, she thought, approaching the boy. She knelt down and the boy backed away into the corner. “Sit Up now, I’m checking you,” Maurice said sweetly but firmly. Fully knowing the drill, Maurice watched the boy spread his arms and legs apart. Maurice reached down to grab his cock, tugging at it slightly. No surprise, the boy showed a little pleasure in his eyes. “Yeah, there we go,” said Maurice. FFFLLLOOOPPPTT! The boy’s eyes panicked, trying to escape the scent. “It’s okay hon, only an accident. Shhh.” Maurice patted the young slave’s head and tugged on his cock a little gentler. It was good he was afraid of her ass; fear was the primary form of pleasure for most Mistresses. Harder and harder Maurice stroked. The boy went into a trance. Maurice watched him slowly gravitate towards her thighs, kissing the leather on her pants. “Hey, no, bad. Bad slave, did I say you can do that?” The boy continued and Maurice sighed, pushing him against the wall. “No, bad slave.” she said, sticking her ass into the boys face. FFFFFFRRRTTTT! PPPRRRRBBBB! “Smell that? No. Bad slave.” BBLLLBBRRRBBTT! The boy hid his face in the straw, trying to escape the horrendous smell of her asscheeks. Maurice rose, satisfied with her work. She had set the boy straight. A couple of other boys around his stall shuddered at her asse’s might. Good, she had some peer pressure to work with. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- BBBBBBTTTOOOTTT! The boy yelped as the noxious gas hit him. FFFRRRRAAATTTT! The next boy had the same reaction. BBBRRRRLLPPBBBTT! PPRRRLLPPPPPTTTT! The third boy ducked for cover even before her asshole could spread. This row seemed to be doing just fine. Maurice rose, walking down to the last boy in the row of stalls. She squatted down, giving him the same instructions as his peers. “C’mon fart boy, everyone gets one.” she said. The boy was hesitant, but not so much. Maurice tingled as his nose touched her butthole. FRRRRLLLBBBTTTTT! “Ahhh, good boy. You’re going to make some mistress really happy, you know that?” Maurice rose, but heard a rustling behind her. Standing up, she could feel the boy’s chin mingling with the bottom of her cheeks. She turned round to find him a top his tippie toes. “Your good honey, have a seat.” BBRRRRPPPPTTT! The boy stayed stagnant, pressing his face against the bottom of her asscrack. Maurice sighed. She had thought the boy was just stuck inside her asscrack. That happened sometimes. “Well whaddya know. If it ain’t the fart fever.” Maurice sighed, bending down once more; the slave followed her butthole, even after a few tiny squeakers eked out her pants. “Fart fever” wasn’t too uncommon in slaves, but it was sometimes real hard to get rid of. FFFRRRRLLAAABBBTTT! Maurice grunted, having finished a real greasy ripper. The boy struggled to breath, but tried his hardest to stay glued to her ass. Maurice saw him stick out his tounge and decided to rod needed to be pulled out to spare the spoiled child. “No!” she yelled, smacking the slave on his balls. He yelped in pain, right before Maurice planted her mighty booty on his head. The rest of the boys watched him with great interest. BBRRRRLLOOPPTT! BBFFFFFTTTTT! “No! No fart smelling. No!” Another firm smack on the balls sent the boy’s muffled screams against her mighty asscheeks. She rose, watching the boy’s breathing patterns. He looked up into her butthole, watching it clench and twist in anticipation. Gently, his head rose to get a closer whiff. He closed his eyes and delight-unable to see the mighty Amazon power slam his face with her bottom. “No! Bad slave!” FFRRRROMMPPPTTT! PPPPPSTTTTTTTT! BBBLLLRRRBBBTTT! She gave him three hard slaps on the balls this time, then rose once more. His face had a bright red mark where her cheeks had smacked him and a dark brown mark from where her asshole had shot out at him. The stinky waves still circled around him while he coughed. “So...bad farts? Bad?” FFFLLLAAAUUGGGHHTTTT! A horrendous sounding toot sent the boy in a hisfit. He turned his face away and tried his best to push the farting beast off of him. Maurice smiled and rose. “Good fartboy.” Clearly he had gotten the message. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Maurice wasn’t frightened at the empty stall. She was more angry, disappointed, and a little bit aggravated. “Okay boys, who wants to tell me where number 10 went this time?” The slaves were dead silent, their eyes locked in fear on the Amazon. “Alright then,” Maurice said pacing the stalls. “Just to let you know, I got a real solid dump for whoever’s holding back.” BBBRRRTTTOOOOTT! The stalls in front of Maurice shuddered as her cheeks shook, while the stalls in back ducked for cover, hoping not to get a mouthful of her ass. Maurice sighed. This wasn’t the first time #10 had escaped. But she’d make damn sure it’d be the last. She bent down to pick up a lantern, then heard sprinting...and heavy panting. The boy screamed as he jumped on her, just barely missing his target. Maurice barely flinched as his erect cock poked her left buttcheeks. “Well, hello again boy.” she said menacingly. #10 jumped off of Maurice, the bravery gone from his eyes. She turned around, her arms crossed and her brow furrowed. “You done poked the hornet’s nest for the last time.” Right as the boy flung himself to run, Maurice grabbed his arm. He yelled as she picked him up, squeezed him tight, then slammed him against the ground. “Hooh. I’m getting too old for this!” said Maurice. She bent over the boy and let out a ghastly fart to sucker down his energy. PPRRRSSSSSSSSTTT! The eggy fart rained forth and the boy was distressed. However #10 had a weird knack for her fart flavors. He smiled and licked his lips as the gassy flatulence rained down. Maurice scowled and farted once more. BBBLOLLLTTTTTOOT! The boy giggled as more tortuous gas assaulted him. Maurice figured he’d escape just for this kind of attention. Well, no longer. “C’mere you little shit!” Maurice sat upon his face, letting her asshole stretch to it’s capacity. FFFLLLOOOOTTTTT! PPLLLPPRRRRLPPPP! BBLLLLRRRRBBBBB! She was getting tired, but farted onward. Hopefully the boy would be knocked out before her tank rank on empty. FFFFFLLLRRRTTTTT! Quite the opposite. Maurice saw the boy’s pecker rise, clearly enjoying this BDSM fantasy. Goddamned sicko just wouldn’t let her win. “Fine, we’ve played rough,” said Maurice. “Now we’re playing dirty.” The Amazon gripped his cock and gave him a good masturbation session. Her ass lulled him to sleep as his excitement grew. FFFFTTTOOOOTTT! PPPRRRRRRPPPBBTT! PPPTTTSSTTTTTTT! “Whew nelly!” Even being a farmhand, the place was getting a little too stinky even for her. The rest of the boys cringed and cried, hoping that he’d be spared. Maurice didn’t even know if the boy was having a seizure or just liked his face ridden by her ass. PPTTTTTOOOOOOTTT! She could feel her butthole, touch something wet; the boy’s tounge. “Hrrrggh!” BBLLOOOPHBBTTTT! The fart shot along the boy’s mouth and she could hear a delighted squeal amongst the coughing. The Amazon sighed, tired of his antics. She rose, deciding to give the kid what he wanted. The boy yelped as she slammed on his torso, burying his cock under her pounds of meaty flesh. FFFRRRRRRRROOOOBBBBBBBBBTTTTT! The ten second fart took all of her strength, but seemed to do the trick. Maurice took heavy breaths as the boy succumbed to her alluring powers. She could feel his cock pumping blood to fuel his orgasm, spewing his belly button with his own spunk. She rose, smiling upon his pleased look. He looked so smug below her. “Was that good for you sweetheart?” Maurice gently called down. The boy nodded playfully, his grin stretching to his ears. “Well you ain’t seen nothing yet. The Amazon sat on the boy’s face, prying his chin open. BBLLRROOGGHHTT! A sinister fart gave way to a massive turd that ran along the boy's mouth. Now, he was playing a different tune. “What’s the matter fart boy? Thought you’d like the sweet taste of cow pies?” Maurice giggled listening to the proud little boy choke. FFFRRRBBTTT! A small fart launched the turd around the 2 foot range. She pinched it off with a heave, seeing the boy struggle to swallow. “Now I got plenty more where those came from. So I better see you chained up in your stall tomorrow. Got it?” FFFLLLRRRRRBBTT! The boy’s mouth tried to scream as her dirtied butthole showered him with more fart particles. “Nightie night boys! Don’t let the butt bugs bite!” Maurice rose and zipped up her pants, turned the lights off, and blew the boys a kiss. She shut the door smiling, glad she could nurture the next generation of slaves. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- PPLLLRRRRTTTTT! “Ohh goodness. Sorry Vincent.” Vince was gagging, having licked her ass clean for around an hour. “Here, take a breather boy.” The Amazon rose once more, letting the boy address the brown spittle hanging around his mouth. She smiled, stroking the boy’s hair. He was quite cute for a fart catcher. So obedient too. She wished all her slaves could come out like Vincent. Vincent laid against the couch cushion, his tounge outstretched for another dig inside his Mistresses’ asshole. Maurice sighed as she spread her cheeks above him. Taking a look down, she felt her asshole to be quite clean. Poor Vincent, he’d done such a great job. Then again, she was quite tired. “Tell you what, fart boy.” said Maurice, lowering on his face. “How about we both enjoy the fruits of our labor hmmm?” She knelt down, gently tugging the boys’ cock. PPLLRRRBBBBTTT! “Sorry hon-” before she could apologize, she found the boy’s tounge trying to penetrate her pussy lips. Such a good fartboy. “You’re a fine slave, Vincent. Very fine. You make me proud.” PPPTTTTTTBBTTT! The boy took each of her farts with pleasure as the two of them got each other off. |
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