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Goddess of Death WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS FART/BUTT DOMINATION, SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS, SCAT, AND PLENTY OF NECROPHILIA. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. The Goddess of Death walked into Gregory Hammel’s room, dressed in a skimpy stripper suit. Gregory sat in on his couch, eyeing his prize like a piece of candy he could pluck anytime. She was gorgeous, with thick tanned brown skin, a short net of hair and a well proportioned body. She walked to where he was sitting, handing him the refreshment he asked for. “Ah, thank you my dear. Come, have a seat, make an old man happy!” he said, giving her pantied clad ass a smack. “Thank you Gregory Hammel,” said she. Her voice tried to be sexy, but came off as sullen as her words. “If you don’t mind, I’d rather stretch a little first.” The girl turned round, giving his eyes a viewtiful of her plump cheeks wrapped in black velvet. He giggled, enjoying his drink and his luxuries as she slowly bounced her ass in front of him. Enjoy it, for those with the Mark do not live long, thought the Goddess. Halfway through the glass Gregory’s face soured. “What...what the hell?!” Nestled in with the rows of melting ice lay a dark brown clump, now revealed by the empty glass. Hammel gagged, spitting to the side. The Goddess laughed, slowly taking off her panties. “I’m afraid we were out of cherries for your Coke. I ate them. So I’m afraid we’ll have to improvise.” Gregory stared at her cheeks, with his eyes focusing on a series of black tattoos on the side. On her right cheek were a sinister pair of skull and crossbones. On the left cheek, was a beautiful female, dressed as the grim reaper. “No...no!” screamed Hammel. He knew fully well who she was. “It’s too late Gregory Hammel. Your time is over.” she said, spreading her cheeks. The man stared into her brown asshole to find another tattoo around it’s radius; a circular crosshair to point at her victims. PPPRRRRBBBUUTTT! “So, easy way, or hard way Mr. Hammel?” asked the Goddess, slowly backing into his face. The man shrieked, flailing his arms around her ass to get away. The Goddess sighed, turning around to break his nose with her fist. “Hard way it is then,” she muttered, grabbing his jaw and turning around. FFFBBBULLOORROTT! The fart was juicy and full of fruit; the man more than received his lost cherries. Still, the Goddess grunted further, pushing out a massive log into his mouth. The man tried to scream but the Goddesses turd had already been pushed down his throat, broken off, then continued to fill the rest of him. His beatings against her ass turned to dull slaps till he put up a fight no longer. The Goddess pinched off her turd with a BBRRPPBBTT! A small tower of shit hung from his mouth and she watched the man’s neck move. It wasn’t clear whether he was trying to spit it out or swallow...either way, she knew he’d succeed with neither. Just to be safe, she pulled up his nose, covering his exposed nostrils with her shit stained anus. PPPRRRRRSSSSSSS! An SBD kissed him for a mere five seconds, but it was enough to turn his bulging eyes into a calm closed coffin of acceptance. Gregory Hammel was dead, marked by the Goddess of Death --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Not all of the Goddesses victims were guilty of crimes. Some were good people, trying to carry out their jobs on a normal, daily basis. Jeanne Baker was one of those people. She was a small asian woman and head of BBLT industrial sciences. She led the strange silent intern into one of the detoxification procedures, stopping her right outside the gates. “Sorry...what was your name again?” she asked. “It’s Angela,” said the Goddess. Of course it wasn’t, she’d used the fake names dozens of times before. By the time Jeanne’s brain cells had committed her name to memory, she wouldn’t have those cells in her anymore. “Ok, well it’s one at a time in the decontamination chamber. It will only take a second.” Angela put on her mask, provided to protect her from the harmful chemicals sprayed onto the suit. Angela put on a knowing smirk, exiting the gate and watching through a series of parallel walls. “Decontamination breach. Warning.” The voice came from the loudspeakers. “What the hell?” said Jeanne. The canisters of spray emerged and Jeanne watched them with confusion and horror. Instead of the pure white bleach and iodine spray was a thick yellow substance, covered in a green gas cloud. It seems that there were little brown chunks in side. “Is that...feces?” she said...to no one in particular but her confused self. The Goddess nodded, waving her goodbye and ditching her lab coat outfit in the process. As the chemicals sprayed, so did the foul mixture she had so carefully snuck into the facility. The temperature rose and mixed in with the smelly urine and methane. Jeanne was free from the smell...but certainly not the explosions. As the Goddess reached the exit of the facility, the building was just beginning to crumble. She sniffed a large helping of the air; her bean burrito dumps mixed in surprisingly well with the ash and smoke. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Some of the Goddesses victims run into a stroke of bad luck. Bryan Needles was one of them. He experienced a strange single assault on his way home from school. The assailant was reported to be a woman, who had roundhouse kicked in his ribs, causing severe lung damage as well. The boy was in a hospital, breathing through a machine fed into his nostrils. Just as the Goddess had planned. The night was dark and silent in the hospital room. Maybe he heard her sit on his bed, or maybe he could just feel the presence of the Goddess. Bryan Needles saw her, wearing a skimpy outfit with tight pants. She lay a finger on his lips; the boy kept quiet. Good, she had planned this to be silent. Very silent. The Goddess unplugged his heart monitor along with the machine the boy was breathing into. His gut wretched in protest and she smiled. “Don’t worry my boy. You won’t need that machine very soon.” The boy watched as she turned around, placing the machine’s end of the tube down her pants. It took only a moment for her silent fart to travel up the tube. “Ackle...agh!” It was the only fight the boy could put up. He tried taking the tube out of his nose to find his hands were cuffed to his bedside. “Shhh, just sniff my boy. It will all be over soon.” She placed a hand on his, then leaned her face above his. She smiled, twitching her lips. PPPRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSSS! The silent gas was the only audible sound in the room..until the boy began to convulse. A little too violently for her taste. She had to admit that hospital cafeteria food wasn’t sitting well with her this afternoon. She could only imagine the taste of the makeshift egg omelettes being fed into the boy’s damaged lungs. She sighed, reaching back to undo her pants. Naked down south, she could now efficiently feed the boy’s machine tube along her crack, far, far, into her anus. The boy silently pleaded with her eyes. She bent down, kissing his forehead. The gas released simultaneously. PPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRSSSAAAALLLSSSSSS! For a full 20 seconds she farted deeply, singing a egg-filled lullay straight into the boy’s soul. There was no fight, just a reassignment of effort. She took off the handcuffs and replaced the equipment. The medical diagnosis came in the morning. He was pronounced dead after suffering natural suffocation from lung failure. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tanner Yelter was a 3rd place olympic athlete, retired at the golden age of 73. He was arguably the fittest man alive for his age, minus a few heart murmurs caused by damage from military service. He was a famous runner, still competing in marathons in his local community runs. He was a hero and local legend...but not even the famous are safe from the Goddesses reach. The Goddess arched her butt upwards, planting his nose straight into her sweaty asscrack. She then clamped her legs around the man’s neck, holding him in a lock. “Ahh, wait I-” FFWWWARRRLLTPPTPPPPPPPSS! The man gagged as her wet fart mixed in with his own spittle. The smell was awful, a watery fart filled with the pre-workout diet of a boxer. PPMMMMMPPBBBPPTTT! Long, beefy toots, filled with plenty of protein. BBLLLLRRRRALLBBPPTT! With a little bassy fruit farts for added flavor. PPLLRRLLAAALBBLBBLLTTSSHTT! All with the wet texture of a moist, salty asshole dripping with sweat and ass juice. The old man was no match for her physique and he certainly wasn’t immune to her gas. His hands were thrown down and his heart accelerated at an unhealthy measure. The Goddess gave him a few good toots for good measure-this time, with her bare sweaty ass above the man. If his heart already hadn’t done him in, her methane stink would have shut off his brain, given him late onset alzheimer's. When the paramedics found him, they determined this race was simply too much for his weak old heart. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dr. Sam Canter was confused. This wasn’t the prostitute he had ordered. She was taller, much more curvy and built then her picture. Not to mention, completely not a young asian girl! “I believe you ordered some room service,” said the Goddess, dropping the nightgown to the floor beside the bathtub. Sam was shocked speechless; her breasts seemed to have a mind of their own, swaying at their own pace. Even from her front side he could see her asscheeks poking out the side. “Yes, ya that’s umm...so do you want payment now or…” The woman smiled down at him in the tub. He looked like such a hopeless romantic with the burning candles and flowers..all for some whore he planned to cheat on his wife with. “Don’t worry Dr. Canter. A price will be paid.” she said. The Goddess began to climb in the tub and the good Dr. was diagnosed with a case of goosebumps. “Ohh yes! Yes, yes yessss! Hey, feels good doesn't it?” he said, watching the woman's perfectly shaved vagina in front of him. “Hold on sweetheart, I got some jazz music that will make fall in lo-WOAH!” The Goddess turned round, laying her stomach across the man and shoving her bountiful butt into his face. The man smelled the warm bathwater mix with her womanly scent and instantly fell in love. He grabbed each cheek, smushing them together and kissing their apex. “Oohhh man, not what I ordered...not what I ordered...but nice!” He pulled his hand back, ready to spank the girl’s ass,(it was his money right?...his fantasy?) until he saw the mark left by his removed hands. The tattoos...he’d seen them before. A dark, sudden realization dawned upon him. PPLLLBBBARRRBBAAUUTT! He wasn’t the least bit shocked when the Goddesses fart sprayed a jet of water into his face. He simply stared into her flawless butthole as it poured the cream cheese stink into his face. “No, Mr. Canter,” said the Goddess, inching her booty above the man. “I’m afraid I’m not at all what you were expecting.” BBBLLLRRBBRRLLRBBBRBTTTT! The harsh, rancid fart brought a sudden feeling of understanding from Sam. He closed his eyes, allowing the stink to settle in and fully realize his fate. “Can I at least...call my family? Say goodbye? I won’t tell them about this...please.” The Goddess reached for his phone, not taking his booty off his face. The man dialed and waited for the tone. He shook as it rang...and rang...then went to voicemail. The Goddess became impatient. “Leave a message, that is all.” FFLLLBBUURLLRRTT! With that, the man said his goodbye to the tone of her smelly ass hanging overhead. “...and Jessica, listen baby. I just...I love you, okay? You and your mom. Okay...bye.” He hung up and she snatched the phone from his hand. “Are you ready to accept your fate?” she asked. Her butthole stretched, primed and ready to fire. “Please...no smell,” said Sam. He sunk deeper into the tub-The Goddess followed him, nestling his face between her mighty booty underwater. BBBLLLRRLLRRLLBBBBB! FFRRRRBBLLLRRRBB! PPPTTTOOOUURRBB! The fart bubbles popped in unison with the man’s frantic gasps for air. The Goddess was sensualized, feeling the warm bath water touch her skin and the man’s nose tickle her asshole. He reached forward, not to struggle with her, but at his own penis. “I see old habits die hard,” she countered, running a hand along his chest. She grunted, keeping an eye on her sinking ass. PPRRRLLLLRRBBBLLLRRBBBABRRBBB! The bathtub turned into a mini-jacuzzi as her 10 second ripper groaned in the tub. The Goddess sighed in pleasure...a harder push and she might be sitting in her own filth...well, her shit variety filth, to speak. Speaking of, as the man’s head rested peacefully between her cheeks, she watched his hand go limp. His penis stood erect, unfinished and unsatisfied. The man was enjoyable, at least for her. She leaned forward, giving her victim a helping hand. When the police arrived they found a suicide case to dig into: man ejaculates in bathtub, then throws a hair dryer in to electrocute himself. Why? Because death was strange and so was the Goddess. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Barbara Strangese seemed like a nice enough woman. She wasn’t much to look at; fat, with an ugly hairdo and face. She even drove a minivan to match her soccer mom persona. Unfortunately she was marked, meaning her kids would need to find another parent to pick them up from soccer practice. The Goddess bit into the last of her fries, then used a greasy finger to point near Red Reek Ravine. “Here, take this exit,” she said. BBBBBLLLAAAABBPPPTTT! She grunted and giggled, digging into her fries some more. Barbara's “New Car Scent” trees were no match against her fast food farts. “Please Goddess, I have kids! Who's going to take care of them!? I don’t trust their aunt and after my husband's insurance collapsed they’re going to have to get jobs straight out of college! And we also…” The woman had been wailing ever since the Goddess stepped into the car. She hadn’t stopped as she picked up the food and endured the constant gas. It was all too much. The Goddess had enough of her whining. “Don’t worry, child,” she said, unbuckling her seatbelt. “Your time has finally come.” The woman took her eyes off the rode to watch the Goddess of Death sit up and point her cute jeans in her direction. PPPRTTTUURRBBBTTTTT! A sound came that indicated she had shit her pants...the smell indicated something even worse. FBBBAARRRRBBTTTT! PPTTTRRMMBBPPPTT! FFRRRRROOOTTLLTTTTT! Barbara coughed as the potent fumes clouded her vision and made her head blur. “Stop! You're making me...so…”. The Goddess expertly tucked and rolled out of the car just as Barbara fainted. The action did not stop for the car-off the railing it sailed, into the ocean. The cops managed to dig out her body, miraculously dry. CSI teams picked apart a greasy rank smell across her cheeks. Well, she was a fat woman after all...eating and driving, cause of death. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Goddess watched Timothy Barnes snorkel along the water's edge. This was simply too easy. She walked up to his diving place, barely submerged under 3 feet of water. The boy saw the legs of a sexy woman, turned round to lead up to a ample pair of asscheeks. The bathing suit surrounding them was quickly removed...what a friendly beach goer! Timothy began to get a boner even under the wet, salty sea. Before he could push himself up to say hello, the Goddess struck. Timothy gasped as she pushed him against the surface floor. Her foot held fast on his back and he had nowhere to squirm. Luckily he could see his assailant with his goggles and breath out his snorkel...or so he thought. PPTTTOOOOOOOORRRTTTT! A blend of the finest margarita and taco mixes the Caribbean had to offer poured down the snorkel and into Timmy’s mouth. He took out the mouthpiece gagging under the sea. The smell still hit him when his lungs screamed for more breathing space...and more smells followed. BBBLLLLRRBBLLRRBB! FFFBBABBBARRTT! PPPPSSSAARRRBBTTT! In order to stay alive, the boy sucked every one of the Goddesses farts for a full minute and a half. PPRRRAAAPPBBTTT! She never let up...BBLLAAUURRRRBBTTT! But he was young, so he couldn’t either! PPRRBBSSSSSHHHOLLOOTRTT! Now the gaseous state had turned liquid. The boy swallowed, hoping her anal onslaught would cease. But the Goddess of Death always came prepared. She had drank about 6 margaritas, all iced. The sludge was scientifically molded in her asshole for the boy. PSSSHHHALLLLLRAARRPBBTTT! An unholy combo of fart and furious fuselage poured into his mouth. It was too late to pull out his snorkel and drown to death...the boy was already drowning in her shit. The Goddess pulled the boy’s snorkel away and watched her shit funnel out the other end. She caught a whiff of the black goopy texture and was surprised even herself the boy lasted that long. It wasn’t a nude beach, but she decided to walk back to her towel naked; she sent the floating boy off with an underwater shart, not unlike cleaning a bloody sword with the enemies own cloth. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Goddess of Death was capable of mercy. When she first laid eyes on Pete Nuller, she felt no such pity at first. He was a stoner blockhead, spending his parents rent money to supposedly go to college. He pulled out his first months “rent”; a large bong almost half the size his own body. It made the Goddess shake and her booty rumble in anger watching the boy from his closet. Just as he finished packing a bowl, she emerged nude in front of the boy. “Whoah, hey man...whoa!” he giggled now, his surprise turning to general amusement. He eyed the Goddesses breasts hungrily. “Who let in the hot babes? Are you Nancy’s friends? Hopped up on speed, right girlie?” The Goddess turned him towards her cheek; she gained a little satisfaction watching his look of pleasure turn to a look of shock. “Get the pot brownies out.” she commanded. The boy stared at her ass, then at her. “In your dresser drawer. I know they are there. GET THEM.” BBRRRLLLAARRBBPPPBBTTPPTT! The gnarly fart fogged up the glass with every ripple. The boys tears flew as fast as her gas. BBBRRRAAPPBBTT! FFLLBBOOOTT! PPRRRLLBBOOTT! The Goddess shifted her vagina over the seal, letting a stream of piss pour around the length. The boy’s precious prized pot peripheral was now property of her piss and poop persistence. FFFBBBAAATTTTT! Her asshole licked the rim and the Goddess grunted, shifting to seal the bond with her stink hole. PLOP! PLOP! PLOP PLOP! Four egg sized turds plopped down into the yellow bong water. “Ahhh. I think you’re little toy here works better as a toilet,” she said, letting one loud bassy fart cap off her torture. “Here, try it. Now.” She thrust the bong at the boy. He looked up into her eyes, which were stone cold. “I’ve devised worse ways of killing boys with my ass. Lips on top. Right now.” He pursed his lips, gagging as her residual shit stain was tasted. “If you take those lips off before I say you’ll be doing 10 hits.” A smack on the back of his head was meant for him to start. The boy moaned inside the tube as he lit the weed. The shit popped and bubbled, sending methane and piss stench racing into his lungs. “Longer...longer…” said the Goddess. After 20 seconds, they boy's eyes were stained red; his face looked like a kettle about to explode. “Fine. You’re done.” she muttered. A cloud of shit laced weed smoke poured out the boy's lungs. He gasped like a fish out of water, his coughs a flurry of shriveling lungs and puke swelling in his mouth. He collapsed onto his bed, unable to contain himself. The Goddess turned around while he shriveled. Already her booty was rumbling, ready to unleash a final flurry of farts his way. Her prey was already weakened; it would take a miracle for his lungs to recover before her farts landed on his face. It turns out a miracle was just what he was in for. The Goddess felt a pang in the back of her head. A small voice crying out to her:...not him...not yet. She sighed. The boy was recovering his breathing signatures after puking on top his pillowcase. It seemed the weed had little effect on calming his stomach. “Listen you little shitstain!” cried the Goddess. She stomped on his crotch, making sure she gained his full attention. “It just so happens the powers at be decided your worthless life gets to be extended a little longer. So hooray for you.” She leaned in close, smelling the feces and cheeto stains on his frightened breath. “But that doesn't mean I’m done torturing you. Get rid of all this shit. Pay your parents back, however you can. And go to school for christs sake. Life is too short to be wasting it doing this stupid shit.” She rose squatting down behind his mattress. “Here...UGH...something to...UGH...remember me by.” The boy was already buzzed, but felt his mind enter another universe as the Goddess expanded her asshole. The log was enormous, by no means able to fit around her asshole. Still it came, stretching along the length of his own bong! PPPPBBBRRRRAAABBUUGHTHTT! “Ohhhaahh...there we go!” The thunderous toot pinched off the turd, snaked along Pete’s bed. It was almost three feet in length. “If I see you buying any more drugs, you’ll be swallowing a week's worth of shit brownies,” she said. BBBRRLLAAFFBBPPTTT! Her inflated asshole prolapsed and the boy squirmed under his covers. He could already smell the shit seeping into his bed. The Goddess laughed, wiping her asscrack on his sheets and redressing to head out the door. She had no intention of pestering the boy any longer. But death was something she always had to keep mankind appreciating life.
Deservance Mark Candle opened his eyes to a stunning reality. The large, gorgeous beauty in front of him had already positioned herself, revealing her nature. There was a large grumble, and even before the man saw her bend over to stretch her cheeks inside the leather pants, he knew exactly who she was. BBBBBRRRRRUULLLLLTTTTTTTTTT! “Ahhh,” the woman sighed. “Mark Candle, you’ve been marked by the Goddess of Death.” The man screamed at her fart, more than he usually would. The Goddess smiled as the man wriggled in his chair, desperate to get free. He probably held countless men and women against their will; he knew exactly what someone was capable of when restraining another. FFLLLRRRRUUUUUUTTTTT! Only now, he experienced a torture few could dream of. The Goddesses plentiful gas soared through the tube running out her pants, right into the gask mask worn by Candle. PPPTTTUUUURRRUTTRLTTT! He gagged and the Goddess held a smile as tears filled his eyes. Her onion flavored farts were mixed with pain and death smell only she could produce. The main could only endure, his legs and arms restrained to the chair. PPPPRRSSSOOOOOSSSSLLLLLRRRR! The Goddess sighed gently, then giggled as she slowly wound the tube around the man’s neck and shoved her ass an inch from his face. “I usually make these trips a lot quicker, Mark.” She said, daintily stroking his chin. “But a man like you deserves to be punished for your sins.” BBBRRRLLLAAAABBOOOOTTT! The man jumped as the fart reverbed off her pants and jiggled the tube around his neck. The Goddess ran a finger around the fart as it traveled around the tube; Mark Candle’s eyes followed, till eventually it entered his mouth. Then he shut them in anguish of the putrid stink. “God might show you mercy when I’m done with you, but for now, you’re mine.” She whispered. PFFFFFRROOOTTSSLLOOTTTT! The sour fart rung loud, breaking her quiet demeanor. The Goddess smiled. Her job was often quite somber, a random selection of poor toilets to execute. When the hand of fate selected a deserving subject,(murdering an entire district full of cops and bystanders to fuel a drug war certainly counted) she allowed herself a little fun. “Don’t close your eyes if you want to live,” she whispered again, another gentle SBD creeping along the tube. “If your eyes aren’t open I can’t tell you’re breathing.” BBBLLLLLRRRROOOPPTTTT! Of course she knew eventually the man would succumb. Already his mind was in an eternal struggle over fresh air and sanity. The Goddess laughed, which was the last sane thing Candle heard, along with another bubbly, canned soup smelling fart. Candle awoke slightly to a sight more horrendous. Two enormous white asscheeks, glowing under the pale moonlight. One one cheek, a tattoo of a skull and crossbones; the other cheek held a tattoo as well, this of a sexy grim reaper girl. No question, the Goddess of Death had come to parlay him to the afterlife. His eyes wandered for only a second, where he saw her dark brown asshole push forward. FFFFLLLUUTTRRSSSHHOTTTT! The Goddess shat like no other human being. Candle was too tired to even resist as the garbage smelling feces ran like a fire hydrant in his casket. It was an open burial like no other. FFFRROTTLLSSSSSHHHOLLBBTAATTT! The Goddess moaned as her asshole puttered like a golf cart over Candle’s body. He was already dead, buried under her hot mess of acidic shit. The Goddess pressed onward, until the entire grave site was replaced with shit, save for some dirt. BBBRRRAAAAAPPPTTSSSLOOTT! The parting shit filled-shart was a spiteful set of last words for the departed mob boss. The Goddess heartily laughed at her booty’s sentiment over the pathetic toilet. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- There were plenty of other pieces of filth in the city, even if the citizens couldn’t find them. The Goddesses booty rumbled for its choice; it yearned to unleash it’s righteousness on a deserving citizen. It was indeed a jack and coke, with a little shot of something runny and rancid. The Goddess ruffled her skirt and pushed the drink closer. “Drink it,” she commanded. BBRRROOLLNNNPPPTTT! “Oh my god….” came Neilson. “Your that farting freak-!” The Goddess punched his balls and dove for his pistol. Neilson whimpered as she tossed it aside; she had another weapon in mind. “Drink it! All of it.” The Goddess held his face to the drink and waited. Neilson hesitantly took the drink and grimaced. There would be no way he could just taste the coke and jack...best to gulp it all at once. So he did, and instantly puked. The Goddess laughed as he collapsed to the floor. “Too strong for you? Here, perhaps you need another shot.” Her booty was upon him instantly. Neilson screamed under the mass of ass fat as he tried to push her off. BBBRRRRLLLPPPTTTT! FFFFLLLOOOOOTTTT! PPRRRRMMPPPTTT! Her shit covered asshole pumped louder and harder than any pistol. When the owner came in the next morning, he found another mysterious homicide victim of the Goddess of Death. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “I’m sorry! I told you everything...AGHGHH...everything I know!” FFRRROOLLLLTTTTTT! “Oh god, please stop!” Marcus Yalkon was just trying to relax after a string of shady business deals he conducted under his constituents noses. PPPRRAABBLLTTOOSSHHTTT! Now his nose took a fresh breath from the Goddesses, tail end; his complaints fell on deaf ears, like his voters. BBRRRLLRRBBBSSOOSHHTT! The Goddess sighed as her booty sunk into the man’s face. She never really liked the steam baths in saunas, but this really was quite relaxing. PPRRROMMPPPTTTSSHHTT! The hanging mist made every fart wet, adding to the chiseled excitement of Marcus’s gassing. She even got a massage as his nose flittered about, trying to find any fresh air it could find in the already muggy room. BBBWWAARRTTTTOOPPPTTT! The Goddess couldn’t see more than a foot ahead, but she felt like the gas was getting greener. What a fun little romp on the job. PPLLLLAABBRRROOLLLBBOOTTTTT! She sighed as her asshole flexed on the man’s nose-which held still to her taco fart scent. Damn, she was trying to do some good and get a little info. Out to the press. BBBRROOOFFLLLTTTTTT! All she could “leak” now were some hot farts into the dead man’s face. Ah well, she thought. This should make for quite a good story, with hot, steamy details. PPPPSSSSLLLOOSSRRRBBTTT! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The public and private evil usually coerced together without the public’s scrutiny. The Goddess had a way of sniffing out those deserving of her toots, wherever they might be in the world. Her booty needn’t even lead her to Yasmine Geldrovich. She advertised herself nearly ever week on her live stream. Yasmine was as beautiful as she was devious. She had made a fortune off of child pornography and sex trafficking. There were a number of blacksite streams of her and her perverted film crews exploiting the children sexually. Yasmine awoke in a cold sweat, unhappy to find herself in an opposite situation. “Hello ladies and gentlemen,” came a voice. “Tonight you’ll be experiencing something quite different. I encourage everyone to stay tuned. You might enjoy yourselves.” PPPPTTRRAAAAARRRRRTTT! The woman’s fart was closeby, it’s bacon scent drifting over Yasmine’s nose. “Who are you bitc-”. Yasmine found her captor and her eyes went wide. Next to her cameras and laptops was the Goddess, in all her plump beauty. FFFBBRRRAAARRRRRTTT! Yasmine shrieked for help, rustling the chains she was strung out on. The Goddess laughed, pleased that her distanced farts struck fear into her subjects. “Now, let’s get started, shall we Miss Geldrovich?” she said. “I know you’re used to much younger subjects, but tell me: do you still like it like this?” The Goddess straddled the woman backwards, her booty perched right on her tits. BBBBLLOOOOOFFFFFFFTT! She whimpered as the hot fart blew past her in a wet hot dog scent. The Goddess laughed and drew her head closer. “Tsk tsk, you sick sick mind. I thought you’d like this, in all your deviancy.” Yasmine watched her butthole purse out another hot load straight into her mouth. She gagged and turned away, spitting in retort. “No? Perhaps more traditional methods of penetration.” The Goddess leaned forward to reach for a basket of toys. She of course reached for the largest dildo, one large enough to pleasure a horse. Yasmine shrieked at it’s selection, her legs kicking towards the Goddesses face. BBBLLLRRRRBBLLLOOFFTTT! “Oh please dear, you just need a little practice. I use these all the time and look at my asshole. It’s perfectly seductive, am I wrong?” FFRRRBBAAALLOOOOTTT! Yasmine’s eyelids fluttered as the Goddess gaped her anus outward, the inner trappings of her cheesy fart unleashed from the inside out. She giggled as Yasmine continued to screech and kick. Then, the Goddess straddled her thigh, spanking the woman harshly. PPTTRRLLLLAAAOOOBBBTTTT! “Hush dear, the tip is always the worse.” Yasmine could not see past the Goddesses booty, but she felt every inch,(then foot) of the dildo as it spread her asshole open. PPRRTT! That came from Yasmine, a natural feared fart escaping past the penetrative aggressor in her ass. The Goddess giggled and smiled at the camera. “She has some learning to do. How about another one, folks?” The chat boards on the laptop lit up with responses-most of them agreeing. FFRRRLLLAAABBBBTTTT! “The people have spoken, Yasmine! I hope you weren’t planning on having children.” Yasmine shrieked as an equally large dildo headed for her vagina. PPPSSSLLLAAAABBBTTT! FFFFLLLOOOOOTTTT! PPPRRRRRMMMMPPTTT! The woman was worn out after a good hour of insertion and gas pumped into her nostrils. She watched the Goddesses asshole open with glee, knowing hers probably looked similar after the anal destruction she’d endured. PPLLLOOT- The Goddesses fart was cut off by another lengthy protuberance. “No...no, please!” she managed to get out. The Goddess laughed. “Well, how about it folks? Think she can handle it?” The protuberance protruded again as Yasmine shrieked at the smell. The message boards lit up. The Goddess laughed, scooting her booty towards the woman’s face. “Don’t worry dear, remember: the tip is always the worst. HHRRGGHH!” The Goddess's turd came at an inhuman size and weight. Larger than both dildo’s combined it began it’s descent into the woman’s mouth. FFFFOOORRSSSSHHH! An expulsion of hot gas caused her mouth to expand, then quickly fill with the Goddesses’ shit. The Goddess moaned and grunted, pushing onward. Inch by inch the shit caked it’s way inwards, never breaking off and never ceasing. Past Yasmine’s struggled gurgles came an influx of comment strings from the chat. With a final grunt, the Goddess pinched off the last of the monster shit. It actually came off longer than expected, from the woman’s stomach and all the way out. She had been dead 5 seconds into its inception. The Goddess smiled at her work, then grunted once more. BBBRRLLAAAABBOOTTT! Her loud bubbly fart rumbled out her asshole-which she could still feel an extra dosage of shit inside. The Goddess hastily waddled towards the camera, the shit already praire-doggin out her asscrack. “A little...UGH...warning, folks. If I see any of you on these chat boards again...ohhh, you're next.” The Goddess dropped the camera to the floor, where the eye of the camera met the eye of her buttcheeks. PPPFFFFFFFTTTT! The turd slowly launched into the iris with a soft toot. PPPRRLLOOOPPTT! “Ohhhhhh,” The Goddess exclaimed. It was quite a good session. She smiled as she walked over to the laptop. There were over one million users on the site. By the time the stream had finished, she saw 12 still hanging around. 12 stupid, brave souls. Very well then. They were next. |
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