By: Flackr9
PART 1
Adam Worthel waited nervously outside the throne room, awaiting his turn to bring the queen news of the recent battle at Gwenmar.
She is not gonna be happy
The war overall was going quite poorly for Venlaria, and the queen seemed to be at her breaking point. Most recently she had sent an undermanned, underequipped body of troops to take back the fort at Gwenmar, despite warnings from her generals. Naturally, they had all been massacred, and now it was up to Adam to inform her of this news. He pulled nervously at the collar of his tunic as he sweated away in the hot castle corridor, heated by the many torches lining its walls.
They really should have put some windows in here
"Will the messenger from Gwenmar enter?" Came the call from the Queen's attendant.
Adam nearly jumped out of his skin, he didn't even notice the last person go out, but quickly recovered, saying "At once!"
He scampered into the throne room, noticing that it was even hotter in here than the corridor outside; the Queen's attendant was visibly sweating through his garb. Adam turned to face the queen and immediately knelt, averting his gaze so as not to offend her.
"Rise," said the queen wearily, "You may approach me"
Adam wasted no time in getting off the floor and striding a few yards closer to the queen. Seemingly unbothered by the heat of the room, she was draped in a long flowing purple robe, as befitted her royalty. A simple, yet elegant crown sat atop her long black hair, the symbol of her authority. At each side of the throne stood a royal guard, swords clutched in armored hands.
They must be melting under all that armor
There was also usually a fool present at the queen's side, or so he'd heard, but he was nowhere to be found at the moment.
"Tell me, messenger. What news do you bring of the siege at Gwenmar? Will we take the fort?" The queen inquired, her steely gray eyes boring into him.
Adam gulped.
"Y-your majesty, our force at Gwenmar has been d-defeated, none survived..." he trailed off.
"What?" The queen clenched her teeth. "How could this happen?" Despite her visible fury, the queen remained perfectly still on her throne. After a pause, "What is your name, messenger?"
Adam began to literally quiver in his boots, such was the power of his queen's voice. He spoke meekly, "Adam Worthel, y-your majesty."
The queen moved as if to stand then paused a moment, "No survivors, you say, and yet you are standing before me. Do tell me, what the consequences for desertion are?"
"Y-your majesty I only- that is to say- I am not a soldier, my job is to carry news so that we may remain informed-"
"So that I may remain informed" the queen interrupted him. She paused, then "Will no one answer mine question?"
"Death, your majesty" the queen's attendant spoke , suddenly right behind Adam.
Oh no, oh no no no
"W-wait, p-please, your majesty. I was just doing what I was t-told. I live only to serve you-"
"Yes, you do" the queen interrupted again, now smiling. "And I've though of a perfect punishment for your crime.
Adam started to speak but thought better of it. Hopefully whatever alternative punishment the queen had in mind didn't end with death.
"Now then," the queen stood, letting her long purple robe fall, revealing that she was completely naked.
"Your majesty! W-what-" Adam began to say before she silenced him with a glare as cold as ice.
"Remove him" the queen addressed her guards.
To Adam's surprise, the guards did not move immediately, first glancing at each other before one seemed to sigh and moved forward. Surprising Adam once again, the guard moved toward the throne rather than to apprehend him. Confused, Adam briefly considered running while the guard was distracted with whatever he was doing, but found himself too distracted by the queen's naked body to make a decision either way. She was quite beautiful. Since she spent most of her day sitting on her throne and eating delicious food, she was on the heavier side, and her large breasts and butt made up most of that extra weight.
The queen stepped to the side to allow her guard access to the throne and Adam's eyes went wide. There, resting on a ragged purple cushion, was a man's head. He appeared to be unconscious, facing upwards, the rest of his body seemed to be hidden beneath the throne, or perhaps under the queen's robe.
She was sitting on his face this whole time. Adam realized with a pang of dread.
Will I be next? Maybe it won't be so bad? He is unconscious though...
Adam's head filled with rushing thoughts and a growing panic as the guard pulled a lever that detached the back of the throne and began dragging out the unconscious man. At this point it became clear that the man was none other than the royal fool, as he was dressed in jester attire.
"Take him to his quarters" The queen dismissed the guard. "Bring the messenger here" she then commanded. Her attendant laid his hands on Adam's shoulders and began steering him closer to the throne.
"Do you have a family, Mr. Worthel?"
"A w-wife" Adam managed to get out while trembling before her.
"Hm, do not move or speak," The queen spoke softly yet sternly, "or you and your wife, will be executed, understand?"
Adam started to say "Yes", but quickly caught himself. He nodded vigorously.
"Good, secure him."
The remaining guard and the attendant began securing Adam into the bizarre throne. Hidden beneath it was an intricate series of leather straps that held the occupant firmly in place. As they began to fasten the many restraints around his body, Adam noted how awful it smelled here. The salty stench of sweat was most noticeable, though there were also notes of something mustier as well as traces of stale fart and the faint smell of sewage. Adam gulped, increasingly anxious about the punishment he was about to receive. It was also already unbearably hot and Adam noticed beads of sweat dripping out of chinks in the guards armor. Adam couldn't imagine the heat getting much better once the queen took a seat.
God this is humiliating, but at least I won't be executed. I can handle this.
Adam took a deep breath, and was immediately hit with a wave of nausea. Yuck, maybe not his best idea, but it did calm him down a bit. Suddenly the queen's face appeared above him, looking down at her trapped subject.
"As you may have guessed already, your punishment involves being sat on and suffocated by my royal ass. You see, last week I was disrespected by my royal fool and I tasked my engineers with constructing this, unique throne with which to punish him. The punishment was only supposed to be one day, but I grew rather accustomed to having his face beneath my butt at all hours of the day so I, well, extended his service." She licked her lips before continuing, "Now I began to miss my fool's antics and so I have been searching for a replacement. When your pathetic self sulked in here with the worst news I've heard in months, I saw an excellent opportunity." She paused, "No one will be expecting you back from the Gwenmar massacre, and so I do believe I've found a suitable replacement for my fool. Today I shall test you, to see if you are durable enough to withstand being my seat. If you perish, very well, but if not you will make a fine replacement and my fool can get back to entertaining me."
The queen looked at Adam sadistically, "So, this is your punishment, to serve out the rest of your days as my seat cushion. Huffing my ass at all hours of the day. Or you'll die" she shrugged.
Adam was stunned, barely comprehending what the queen had said to him. He was struggling not to cry.
My family, my wife, my friends, I'll never see them again...
OK OK, maybe it won't be so bad, the queen is quite attractive after all, maybe I'll enjoy it a little
This didn't seem likely, but it was the only hope Adam could muster at the moment. The queen gathered up her robe and began to lower her ass toward Adam's face.
This is my life now? How did this happen? I have to this, for my wife...
The queen took her seat on Adam's face, her damp naked flesh sticking to Adam's face, forming a seal as his nose slipped into her moist crack. She then draped her robe about them, obscuring Adam from any prying eyes, and increasing the heat tenfold. Adam dared not take a breath, he was certain that the queen's butthole was mere millimeters from his nose.
"Oh, and you'll have to deal with my farts as well, wouldn't want my guards or guests to have to smell that." She chuckled as she rubbed Adam's nose up and down her bare asscrack before lightly spreading her cheeks to allow Adam's nose to slide right up against her ripe hole. "Enjoy~"
Now Adam really didn't want to take a breath, but he knew he was only delaying the inevitable. He reluctantly took a shallow breath and immediately gagged at the foul stench.
The queen smiled but did not move, "Send in whoever is next"
Adam retched quietly into the queen's rank butt as he was forced to take more sniffs of her pungent asshole. He could somewhat make out the opening and closing of the doors to the throne room and then heard the Queen speaking. She was going about her normal business as if having a man trapped beneath her rear was completely normal. Adam found it hard to concentrate on what was being said as a result of the terrible smell and only being able to hear one side of the conversation. Suddenly the queen shifted back, crushing Adam's nose and cutting off his oxygen. This panicked Adam, and he attempted to struggle, but quickly realized he could not move even an inch due to the somewhat ridiculous amount of straps fastened about his body. He tried not to make a sound, but considering he might die anyway, the prospect of execution wasn't looking so bad right now. He started moving his head and screaming into the queen's womanhood, hoping to get the attention of whoever was in the room with them.
~
The queen blushed, but managed to stay atop the thrashing head of her subject.
"Dismissed!"
"Your majesty? There is more-"
"I said dismissed. Was I not clear enough?"
"Of course not, your majesty" said the man as he exited the room.
The queen leaned forward in her seat, and heard a muffled gasp as her unfortunate subject sucked in the tainted air from her sweaty crack.
"If that's how you handle a little smothering the gallows may yet be in your future. Tsk tsk, pathetic really. Wilby! Procure the gag"
"Yes, your majesty"
They sat in silence for a while, the queen deep in thought while Adam reluctantly sniffed her backside, dreading what was to come.
Wilby returned a few minutes later with a pair of crusty socks that the stood up to grab before shoving them into Adam's mouth as he attempted to breathe the fresh(ish) air.
"MMmmph!" Adam cried out in surprise, as the queen quickly turned around and lowered her ass onto his waiting face.
~
The taste of her majesty's socks was... less than pleasant to say the least. Adam felt like he was about to vomit from the unsavory assault on the senses he was currently experiencing. Once more draped in the queen's thick purple robe, Adam could find little to distract himself from the unpleasant experience of sucking her dirty socks and sniffing her smelly ass. Adam wondered if she had ever made use of the exclusive royal bathhouse, or if it was just for show, because her butt absolutely reeked of sweat and even faintly of shit.
Several visitors to the throne room came and went before the queen nonchalantly crossed her legs. This subtle movement not only somehow cut off oxygen to poor Adam, but also disturbed a great many beads of sweat on her ass that dripped into his eyes, causing them to burn profusely. Adam groaned and tried to move his head, but her majesty just grinded her ass hard against his face as if to say "Shut up and take it". It wasn't until the current guest left that she relented and let her subject take deep sniffs right against her asshole.
"Ahhh" she sighed, "This is nice... Call in whoever is next"
This next person seemingly had a lot to say, as the queen sat in silence for a while. During this silence, she tensed slightly, before slightly lifting her left cheek and letting out a hot fart onto her subject's face.
**prflrrrpp**
"MMMMMMM" Adam screamed and retched into the gag as the hot dry fart sizzled its way through his respiratory system. It smelt richly of methane and sulfur, and burned his sinuses as he sucked it down. The gag did its work though, and even the queen herself could barely hear the man trapped beneath her. As the door closed behind her most recent visitor, she whispered into her robe "There's a lot more where that came from, messenger boy" Adam whimpered in response.
**Brrorp**
The queen sighed as Adam was forced to smell another rank fart directly from the source.
Please let me die, oh god
Adam could not imagine doing this for the rest of his life, this was worse than hell he had decided.
**spsssssss"
The queen let loose a long SBD into Adam's nose before sitting back and cutting his oxygen off once more. She called in another of her subjects to hear their complaints and continued to smother Adam until they left. It had been almost 2 minutes when she finally leaned forward, allowing him to take a single deep breath before smothering him once more. Adam flailed with all his might but still could not budge the throne, or its user, a single inch. This second smother was mercifully short, but this time when she leaned forward she pushed out a short, loud fart into his nose.
**BRAPPT**
Having no choice but to inhale the potent fart directly into his lungs Adam nearly lost consciousness. His eyes rolled back into his head and he let out a strangled gargle, as her majesty let loose several more farts.
**blorppt phbbrt psst*
Tears streamed down Adam's cheeks as he struggled to come to grips with being his queen's new fart cushion. The smell was indescribable, the air inside the robe was hot and thick with fart stench, and it seemingly never dissipated, simply worsening with each fart added. Just as he thought it couldn't get any worse, the queen grunted
"Nngh-"
And out shot a long wet fart, vibrating her asshole and Adam's poor nose as it pumped his lungs full of the stink of pure shit.
**pssssshflbbbrrttllb**
The queen slightly smiled as her new slave took in her worst fart yet while she conversed with her eldest daughter Mia, soon to be queen of Atlar.
The atmosphere inside the queen's robe could best be described as "outhouse in the summer heat". Adam wasn't sure how he had managed not to throw up.
The queen tensed, this next one was going to be bad.
She quickly threw off the robe and commanded Adam to open his mouth.
"Mom!" her daughter exclaimed.
"I'll explain in a minute sweety, I said open your mouth!"
Adam obeyed as best he could with a mouth full of socks. The queen sat forward with her asshole pressed against the socks in Adam's mouth and grunted as she let out a long wet shart directly into Adam's waiting mouth.
**Bbblrppprtsssblrshwop**
"Ahhh-" the queen sighed, relief flooding through her.
"MOM!" her daughter shouted in disbelief.
Adam was assaulted by a taste so foul, it defied description. On the bright side, the socks had taken the brunt of the shart, though the smell alone was unbearable, if he had been in an outhouse before, he had now dunked his head in the pit. Not to mention some of the liquid shit had managed to soak through the socks to his tongue giving him an unwelcome taste of what the queen had unleashed.
~
"Apologies, my daughter, I was merely disciplining this deserter." The queen stood awkwardly
"Gross, I don't want to hear about it" She began to turn away and leave the room.
"You sure? It's quite enjoyable, I could find you your own uh, deserter, if you wanted" the queen said timidly as she plopped her ass back onto Adam, eliciting a moan from him.
"Well," Mia paused, "I'd prefer a woman but-"
"A woman can be arranged. We can even have her sent off with you when you leave for Atlar."
Mia smiled deviously, "and where will we find a suitable woman, not a volunteer I hope"
"Of course not, dear. I actually know just the place to find her. Wilby, please send a courier for a Mrs. Worthel, she's been invited to stay here as a royal guest in honor of her husband's "brave" service..."
"Speaking of which, Mr. Worthel, you've passed the test, congratulations!" she chuckled.
Mr. Worthel sobbed quietly as the queen sat back and cut off his oxygen once more.
PART 2
"Next!" called the queen's attendant, and Mrs. Anna Worthel, a plain woman with brown hair, walked nervously into the throne room.
"State your name and case," the attendant spoke again.
"A-Anna Worthel, you asked me to come" Anna said quietly.
"Ah, Mrs. Worthel" the queen's voice rang clearly in the hot throne room, "We've been expecting you." She smiled, "come closer!" she whispered to one of her royal guards who then disappeared down a side passageway.
Anna began to slowly walk forward, "Is my husband... dead?" She asked, tears beginning to form in her eyes.
"No, not dead.", she cleared her throat, "Your husband has been given the honor of performing a very important duty for me here at the castle... Come closer and see for yourself." The queen said, a strange glint in her eyes.
Anna didn't understand what the queen meant by that but obeyed her command and inched closer to the throne until she was standing a few feet from the seated queen. The queen smiled, then stood, allowing her long purple robe to fall, once again revealing her naked body. Confused, Anna took a step back, then she noticed a man's face resting on the seat of the throne, and her eyes went wide.
"Adam?!?!" She exclaimed, a whirlwind of thoughts rushing through her head.
Then the smell hit her. A wave of hot air that had been trapped in the queen's robe had drifted over to Anna, choking her with the stench of rotten eggs, sweat, and raw sewage.
Ugh, what in God's name-
"Anna-" Adam managed to croak out, "run."
After a moment of hesitation, Anna turned to run out of the throne room, only to find the queen's attendant right behind her, blocking her path. She then felt cold steel hands on her shoulders from behind as the queen's royal guard took hold of her.
"We have a special job for you as well, my dear"
Anna awoke to find herself bound and gagged on the floor of what appeared to be a closed carriage, her head resting uncomfortably on the seat.
What- what happened?
Before she could think much further, a beautiful young woman with long dark hair, wearing a long pink gown opened the door to the carriage and sat opposite Anna.
"I hope you'll excuse the current circumstances, once we have you settled in my chambers in Atlar we will both be much more comfortable, I should think." The woman spoke elegantly, much like the queen.
Atlar? Why are we going to Atlar? Wait, the queen? Adam!
"Mmmph, mm mmmmph!" Anna attempted to speak through her gag.
"Yes, I am sorry about the gag, but there may be... shall we say, inquisitive passerby's on the road." She stood. "Oh, I almost forgot! I am Princess Mia, soon to be Queen Mia of Atlar, but you will address me only as your majesty, or" she giggled, "if you prefer, you may call me mistress. I hope that is all clear."
Then, she turned around, hiked up her gown and swiftly descended her naked bubble butt onto Anna's helpless face.
"MMMMMM-mmmmph" Anna's scream was muffled by the soft fat of Mia's ass as she plopped it down on Anna's face. Mia adjusted herself until Anna's nose rested comfortably within her slimy buttcrack.
"It is quite hot today, so I've worked up a bit of a sweat. I'm sure you won't mind though." Mia said, straightening her gown so that it completely covered her new seat cushion.
Forced to breathe through her nose, Anna took feverish breaths of Mia's sweaty, greasy asscrack. The smell was already unbearable, musky and sour and incredibly potent, with a hint of bitter shit-smell. The smell only grew worse with each sniff, as the heat under the gown grew and Mia's butt began to sweat more profusely.
"Oh and if you're wondering about your husband," Mia began, clearly enjoying the feeling of Anna's nose in her ass, "he will be serving my mother for the rest of his pathetic life, in much the same way you are serving me now. Though I expect his lot will be worse than yours, my mother has a terribly weak stomach, and is much less... gentle, than I am."
Anna wasn't sure which was worse, knowing that she would be huffing this women's ass for the rest of her life, or knowing that the love of her life's fate was allegedly even worse. She began to cry softly beneath her tormentors smelly butt, but her tears went unnoticed by her tormentor, hidden by her long pink gown.
It was then that the carriage began to move with a lurch, causing Anna's nose to slide around Mia's crack as she was moved by the carriage's sudden movement.
"Oh! My, that does feel nice" Mia remarked as the long carriage ride to Atlar began.
"Be warned, slave, This ride will be long, and I will need to relieve gas at some point. I will try to warn you beforehand, but I can make no promises." Mia spoke as if what she was saying was entirely normal conversation.
Anna whimpered into her gag. With how bad the smell was already, she wasn't sure she would even survive a fart at this range.
The next hour passed dreadfully slow for poor Anna. Forced to continually sniff the ass of a woman who, despite being a rich and powerful princess, had seemingly never properly bathed in her life. The smell of her ripe butt was nauseating at best, and it only got worse over time. Additionally, as the carriage traveled, they would occasionally hit bumps in the road, driving Anna's face into Mia's ass, wedging her nose even deeper into her moist crack. As Anna's nose went deeper and deeper into her new mistress's ass, the smell of shit and old farts became stronger and stronger. After a particularly large bump in the road, Anna felt her nose rub against Mia's puckered butthole, leaving behind a smelly, greasy residue that stunk of pure shit on the woman's poor nose.
Oh god, does she ever even wipe?
Noticing the contact, Mia spoke for the first time in a while, "Just in time, I have a fart I need to release. Get ready slave."
Oh god, please no
**Phblrrrt**
Mia's noxious fart filled Anna's lungs with a smell so potent, that Anna could feel it settling in her lungs like smog. She coughed and retched but couldn't relieve the burning in her lungs from Mia's toxic fart.
"Sniff it up."
**bbblorrrpp**
Mia let loose another bout of gas into Anna's burning nostrils, prompting renewed coughing and dry heaving.
God... the smell...
With no option but to continue sniffing, Anna managed, with difficulty, to choke down Mia's rank fart. But the smell lingered strongly under Mia's pink gown. So much so that Anna was still occasionally coughing 20 minutes later, when Mia added another smelly fart to the hell under her gown.
**hsssssssfft**
This one was a long SBD that Anna had no choice but to take directly into her lungs.
Please! Make it stop!
Anna struggled at her bonds, temporarily going feral from the stink of Mia's most recent fart. Her lungs were burning as if she had been smothered, due to the sheer amount of methane being pumped into her lungs with each breath. Anna couldn't imagine anything worse than this, she began sobbing, completely powerless to do anything to help herself, or her poor husband, trapped beneath another royal ass and likely suffering a similarly dank smog of farts.
**pprrrbbbrt**
No...
**pshhhffbt**
Please...
**ffffbwarpppbrt**
"Ah- fuck! That was a good one, slave. Suck it up!" Mia reached under her gown and spread her right asscheek.
Unbeknownst to Mia, reaching under her gown and spreading her ass gave Anna just enough fresh air to remain conscious, preventing the poor woman from avoiding the disgusting hell that continued beneath Mia's frilly pink gown. As Mia spread her asscheek, light poured in from the outside and Anna was met with the horrible sight of Mia's unwashed asshole, and was particularly sickened upon noticing how brown it was compared to her surrounding skin.
Quietly sobbing, Anna continued to sniff Mia's dirty ass as fart after fart tainted what little air Anna had to breathe.
**bworrrp**
"Ah~"
**phssshhhfffbrt**
"Mm~"
Mia seemed to be enjoying herself, releasing deadly farts on the poor peasant below her. Anna, on the other hand, was in hell. Every bump of the cart smeared her nose against Mia's anus, coating it with slick greasy residue. And every fart combined with the last under Mia's gown to form a heinous Dutch oven that grew hotter by the minute.
Mia had already been sweating when they started, but before long, dozens of droplets of sweat poured down her back, dripping onto Anna's face, burning her eyes and practically waterboarding her at points.
This hell continued for hours as the carriage trudged along, Mia still farting and sweating, and the carriage still occasionally driving Anna's abused face into Mia's butt whenever it hit a bump in the road.
As they neared the end of the day's journey, Mia had begun to grind and smear her slimy, greasy ass all over Anna's face, ensuring that no part of it was clean. Suddenly the carriage stopped; they had arrived at their destination. But Mia wasn't through with Anna just yet. As she lined up with Anna's nostrils for one last fart, Mia warned her slave,
"hnngh- This one's going to be worse... much worse."
Anna sobbed at the thought of anything worse than what she had already gone through, as Mia's anus pressed against her nose, bending her nostrils back and forming a seal between Anna's nose and Mia's ass.
"Here it comes-"
**pshhhhhfffflbrrraaapssglgsprrt**
"Ah-!"
A long, rich fart shot out at high velocity into Anna's poor nose, ending with a sickeningly wet splatter. Anna felt as if she had just dunked her head into an outhouse pit. Her nose, throat, and mouth had all been coated with liquid shit from Mia's toxic war crime of a fart. She screamed in agony as the smell and taste of Mia's shit was etched permanently into her brain. Sensing what was next, Mia practically leapt off of Anna just in time as Anna began to vomit profusely, the liquid flowing through and around her gag.
Sighing lightly, Mia exited the carriage.
Anna could faintly hear Mia speaking as her consciousness faded.
"Almost missed out on that one didn't you" Mia said cheerfully.
"You, make she she doesn't drown in that, and clean her up if you will, I don't want..."
Anna slipped out of consciousness, her last thought hoping that Adam was better off...