By: SoleSurrenderOne
Xena knelt on the hard gym floor, her knees aching against the rubber mats already slick with her own sweat. The air hummed with the clang of weights and grunts from lifters, but all eyes seemed to drill into her. Her boss, Mr. Harlan, loomed over her, his thick arms crossed, a smirk twisting his face. 'The bike seat's busted, Xena. Can't have it out of commission during peak hours. Remove it and kneel right there. You'll be the seat for the ladies. Keep your big ass up and your mouth shut.' His voice cut through the noise, cold and commanding, making her stomach twist. She wanted to protest, but words stuck in her throat like always. Shy and withdrawn, she just nodded, her face burning as she unscrewed the seat with trembling hands. It clattered to the floor, leaving the bike frame bare. Now she positioned herself in front, knees spread, back arched, her massive, sweat-drenched buttocks thrust out like an offering. Her gym shorts clung to her skin, soaked through from hours of cleaning and assisting, the fabric outlining every curve of her plump cheeks.
The first group of women approached, chatting loudly about their workouts. One, a tall brunette in tight leggings, burst out laughing when she saw Xena. 'What the fuck is this? Human furniture now?' She hawked up a thick glob of spit and let it fly, landing splat on Xena's exposed lower back, trickling down toward her ass crack. Xena flinched but stayed silent, her cheeks flaming hotter than the summer heat outside. Another woman, shorter with a ponytail, circled around and delivered a sharp slap to Xena's left buttock. The flesh jiggled, the smack echoing, and Xena bit her lip to stifle a whimper. 'Look at that fat ass. Bet it jiggles like jelly when you ride it.' More laughter rippled through the group. Slaps came in quick succession smack, smack each one stinging her skin, turning it red under the thin shorts. Spit followed, warm and sticky, dripping onto her thighs, mixing with her sweat. Xena's mind raced: Why me? I hate this, everyone staring, touching me like I'm nothing. But she endured, submissive as ever, her body trembling with humiliation.
As the abuse dragged on, the slaps and spits intensified, each impact and drip deepening Xena's shame. The women circled closer, their voices mocking as they prodded her exposed skin, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass cheeks, spreading them slightly to expose more. 'This slut's ass is huge bet it stinks under those shorts from all the sweat.' One woman pinched her thigh hard, twisting the skin, while another hawked another load of spit directly onto Xena's shorts, watching it soak through to her crack. Xena's eyes watered from the burning stings and the relentless humiliation, her body quivering under the assault. Each breath she took was laced with the salty tang of drying spit and her own sweat, making her stomach churn with disgust. Inside, she screamed silently: I can't take this anymore, the pain, the laughter cutting into me. Please, just let it end. But more guests wandered over, pointing and jeering, their slaps landing harder on her quivering cheeks, fingers probing deeper, amplifying her degradation with every touch.
Just when Xena thought she might break and crawl away, a familiar figure bounced into view Jenna, her best friend, fresh from the treadmill, oblivious as always. Jenna's confident stride carried her right to the bike, her own workout leaving her glistening with sweat. She didn't even glance down at Xena, too focused on her playlist blasting through earbuds. 'Hey, this one's free? Sweet.' With a casual flick, Jenna peeled off her towel damp, reeking of her body's sharp tang and tossed it over Xena's head. The fabric smothered Xena's face, the sweaty cloth pressing against her nose and mouth, filling her lungs with Jenna's salty, pungent scent. Xena's heart pounded in terror: Jenna, no, not you. Please see me. But Jenna swung her leg over the bike frame, dropping her full weight onto what she thought was empty space.
Jenna's big, sweaty ass landed squarely on Xena's face, the thick cheeks spreading wide, engulfing Xena's features in hot, slick flesh. The pressure crushed down, Jenna's thighs clamping around Xena's head like a vice, squeezing her ears until the gym noise muffled to a dull roar. Xena's nose buried deep into the damp cleft of Jenna's ass, right against the puckered hole, inhaling the overwhelming musk of sweat-soaked skin and faint traces of exertion. Jenna started pedaling, oblivious, her powerful legs pumping, grinding her ass back and forth over Xena's mouth and nose with each rotation. 'Damn, this seat feels weird today. Kinda squishy.' Jenna laughed to herself, adjusting her position, which only wedged Xena deeper, her lips brushing the salty fabric of Jenna's shorts.
Xena's world narrowed to suffocating darkness under the towel and the relentless press of Jenna's body. She tried to squirm, but Jenna's thighs locked tighter, the muscles flexing as she rode harder. A rumble built in Jenna's gut another fart, long and hissing, blasting hot gas straight into Xena's face. The stench was vile, earthy and acrid, filling Xena's every breath, making her gag silently against the smothering ass. Jenna giggled, still unaware. 'Whoops, excuse me. Must be those burpees.' She shifted again, her cheeks parting slightly, allowing more of the humid fart-scent to seep in, coating Xena's tongue as she gasped for air. Inside, Xena's thoughts fractured: This can't be happening. My best friend, sitting on my face, farting on me like I'm trash. The humiliation burned deeper than any slap, her own ass still tingling from earlier abuses, now ignored as Jenna's weight pinned her down. Spit from before mixed with fresh sweat trickling from Jenna's crack, dripping into Xena's open mouth. She wanted to scream, to push away, but submission held her still, her body betraying her with involuntary twitches. Jenna kept pedaling, chatting idly to a passing gym-goer about her sets, her ass clenching and releasing, threatening another blast any second
Jenna's legs pumped faster on the pedals, her quads bulging with each push, driving her sweaty ass down harder onto Xena's face. The grinding motion smeared Jenna's damp shorts across Xena's nose and mouth, the fabric rasping against her skin like sandpaper soaked in salt. Xena's cheeks burned under the pressure, her face flattening against the hot, slick cleft where Jenna's asshole hid beneath the thin material. Every rotation of the bike wheels translated to a brutal rub, Jenna's plump cheeks spreading wider, forcing Xena's lips to part against the musky seam. The towel still draped over her head trapped the heat, turning her world into a steamy sauna of Jenna's body odor sharp sweat mixed with the faint tang of her pussy juices seeping through from the workout friction.
Xena's mind reeled in silent agony: Oh god, Jenna, stop moving like that. Your ass is crushing me, grinding my face into your sweaty crack. I can taste the salt on my tongue, feel your hole twitching right against my mouth. She tried to turn her head, but Jenna's thighs snapped tighter around her ears, the powerful muscles clamping down like iron vices. The squeeze made Xena's skull throb, her vision blurring from the blood rushing away, ears ringing with the muffled pound of her own heartbeat. Jenna's inner thighs, slick with fresh sweat, slid against Xena's temples, locking her in place so completely that even breathing became a desperate suck through the humid folds.
'Whew, this workout's kicking my butt today,' Jenna muttered to herself, oblivious, her voice vibrating through her body into Xena's trapped head. She leaned forward slightly, gripping the handlebars, which only wedged her ass deeper, her cheeks ballooning out to smother Xena's entire face. The pressure on Xena's jaw forced her mouth open wider, her teeth grazing the damp fabric over Jenna's puckered hole. Xena gagged inwardly, the overwhelming scent invading her sinuses rancid sweat, earthy ass musk, and now a building pressure in Jenna's gut that Xena could feel rumbling against her lips.
Without warning, Jenna's body tensed, her thighs squeezing even harder, crushing Xena's head until stars exploded behind her eyelids. A loud, wet fart ripped out, the sound muffled but thunderous up close, like a sloppy explosion directly into Xena's open mouth. Hot, rancid gas flooded her, bubbling past the shorts' edge and straight down her throat. The stench hit like a punch rotten eggs mixed with digested protein shakes, thick and clinging, coating her tongue in a vile film. Xena's stomach heaved, but she couldn't retch; the thigh lock held her immobile, forcing her to swallow the tainted air in shallow, wheezing gasps.
Jenna burst out laughing, the motion jiggling her ass cheeks, which ground even rougher against Xena's smeared face. 'Holy shit, that one was nasty! Must be the pre-workout gas. Feels good to let it rip, though.' She pedaled faster, her legs blurring, the increased speed slamming her sweaty ass down with urgent force. Each downward thrust buried Xena deeper, her nose now pressed flat against Jenna's asshole, inhaling the lingering fart fumes with every frantic breath. The gas kept seeping out in smaller bursts, wet and sputtering, filling Xena's mouth until she tasted the bitter tang on her teeth. Sweat dripped from Jenna's crack, mixing with the fart residue to create a slimy paste that smeared across Xena's lips and chin.
Xena's thoughts shattered into pure torment: It's too much, the smell burning my lungs, your thighs breaking my head. I can't breathe, Jenna your farts are choking me, your ass owning my face like I'm your personal toilet. Why won't you notice? Her body trembled beneath the bike frame, knees scraping the floor as she fought the urge to buck wildly. But submission rooted her in place, her shy nature amplifying the humiliation into a throbbing ache between her legs, even as tears soaked the towel. The public gym faded to irrelevance; it was just Jenna's oblivious dominance now, her confident pedaling turning Xena into a faceless cushion for her sweaty pleasure.
Jenna shifted her weight again, spreading her legs wider for better leverage, which only tightened the thigh clamp around Xena's skull. The muscles flexed relentlessly, squeezing until Xena's jaw ached from the strain, her neck muscles screaming. Another fart brewed, the vibration humming against Xena's tongue, promising more degradation. 'Gonna push through another set,' Jenna said casually, as if chatting with an invisible workout buddy, her ass clenching in anticipation. The grinding intensified, Jenna's cheeks sliding back and forth, dragging Xena's nose through the slick, fart-soaked cleft. Xena's silent gasps pulled in more of the stench, her world reduced to the raw, urgent smother of her best friend's body sweat, gas, and unyielding pressure building toward whatever came next.
Jenna grunted, her hands fumbling with the resistance dial on the bike console. 'Damn, this thing's set too easy. Need to crank it up for a real burn.' She twisted the knob, the machine whirring as the pedals grew heavier, demanding more force from her legs. To adjust her position for the increased load, Jenna suddenly lifted her sweaty ass high off Xena's face, the sudden release like a vacuum breaking. Cool gym air rushed in for a split second, but Xena barely had time to gasp before Jenna's weight shifted forward. With a powerful thrust from her quads, she slammed her plump, dripping ass back down, the impact crashing onto Xena's trapped face like a wet hammer.
The force jolted Xena's head against the bike frame, her nose crunching into the sodden fabric of Jenna's shorts right over her asshole. Pain exploded through Xena's skull, her vision spotting black as Jenna's cheeks ballooned out, smothering her completely. The towel whipped up from the motion, tangling around Xena's neck but leaving her mouth sealed under the grinding heat. Jenna's ass crack wedged deep, the slick sweat from her workout smearing across Xena's lips and tongue in a salty, bitter flood. Xena's mind screamed in horror: No, Jenna, not like that your ass just smashed my face, your hole right on my mouth again. I can feel it pulsing, hot and nasty against my teeth.
Jenna settled in, her thighs snapping back around Xena's ears with brutal finality. The increased resistance kicked in fully now, the pedals resisting her pushes, forcing her to bear down harder. Each pedal stroke drove her hips downward, grinding her sweaty ass deeper into Xena's features. The motion was relentless, Jenna's plump cheeks sliding back and forth, dragging Xena's nose through the musky trench where sweat pooled and fart residue lingered. Xena's face deformed under the pressure, her cheeks squishing flat against Jenna's inner thighs, the skin there slick and scorching. She choked on the invading smells thick ass sweat mixing with the acrid tang of old farts, her every inhale pulling in more of the rancid haze.
'Fuck yeah, that's better,' Jenna huffed, her voice booming through her body into Xena's compressed world. She pedaled harder, legs pumping with urgent power, her quads flexing like steel cables around Xena's head. The squeeze intensified, Jenna's thick thighs crushing inward, pinning Xena's skull so tight that her jaw locked open, tongue lolling against the damp shorts. Another fart built in Jenna's gut, the rumble vibrating straight into Xena's mouth, hot bubbles of gas pressing against the fabric. Xena's thoughts fractured: It's crushing me, your thighs like a vice on my head, your sweat dripping down my throat. I can't take the smell, the way your ass owns every breath I steal.
Without pause, Jenna laughed obliviously, the sound jolting her body and flexing her quads even tighter. Her powerful, sweaty cheeks clenched and released with each laugh, grinding deeper, the motion rubbing Xena's lips raw against the asshole seam. Sweat poured from Jenna's crack, trickling into Xena's nostrils, forcing her to snort it back in desperate gulps. The humiliation burned hotter than the physical ache Xena's best friend, clueless, using her face as a sweat rag and fart cushion in front of the whole gym. Women nearby glanced over, smirking at the 'human seat' getting wrecked, but Xena stayed silent, her submissive core locking her in place even as her body trembled.
The bike's resistance peaked, Jenna's pedaling turning frantic, her ass slamming down with every downward push. Xena's face was fully squished now, buried under the relentless weight of those thick thighs and cheeks, her world a blur of heat and stench. A fresh fart erupted without warning, wet and sputtering, blasting hot gas through the shorts' edge directly into Xena's gaping mouth. The rancid burst filled her lungs sour, meaty rot from Jenna's protein-heavy diet, clinging to her palate like slime. Xena gagged silently, her throat convulsing, but the thigh crush held her firm, forcing her to swallow the foul air in choking heaves. Droplets of ass sweat mixed with the gas, sliding down her chin, soaking the towel into a pungent rag.
Jenna flexed her quads harder, oblivious to the destruction, her laughs echoing as she powered through. 'Whoa, these farts are on fire today! Good thing no one's around to smell 'em.' Her cheeks jiggled with the effort, spreading wider to engulf Xena's entire face, the grinding turning Xena's skin raw and slick. The pressure on Xena's head was unbearable now, bones creaking under the squeeze, her ears popping from the clamp. Every breath was a battle, sucking in more of Jenna's scent sweaty ass crack, lingering fart clouds, the faint pussy musk from her grinding shorts. Xena's silent suffering swelled to a breaking point, tears streaming into the sweat-slick mess, her body quivering with the dual torment of humiliation and raw physical domination.
Yet Jenna kept going, adjusting her hips for maximum leverage, her ass cheeks ballooning out to seal Xena in tighter. Another rumble built in her gut, the vibration teasing Xena's tongue, promising more gas to choke on. The gym's ambient noise faded; it was just the urgent slap of Jenna's thighs, the wet grind of her ass, and Xena's muffled whimpers lost in the smother. Xena's mind pleaded: Please, Jenna, lift up just once. Your sweat's drowning me, your farts burning my insides, your thighs breaking me apart. But the oblivious pedaling only intensified, Jenna's confident dominance turning Xena's face into a battered throne of degradation, the end nowhere in sight as the workout dragged on.
Jenna shifted her weight again, her ass cheeks clenching as she felt the itch building from the sweat pooling in her crack. 'Ugh, this sweat's making my ass all itchy,' she muttered to herself, oblivious to the human cushion beneath her. Without a second thought, she started rubbing her sweaty ass back and forth across Xena's face, grinding the damp fabric of her shorts harder against Xena's nose and mouth. The motion dragged Jenna's plump cheeks in slow, deliberate circles, smearing the thick layer of workout sweat deeper into Xena's skin. Xena's face burned from the friction, her cheeks raw and stinging as Jenna's asshole seam scraped over her lips, forcing salty drips into her mouth. The itch drove Jenna to press down firmer, her thighs squeezing Xena's head like a pulp, the pressure making Xena's ears ring and her vision tunnel.
Xena's thoughts reeled in silent agony: Oh god, Jenna, stop rubbing your itchy ass on me it's like sandpaper on my face, your sweat soaking me through, turning my mouth into your personal wipe. I can barely breathe under this crush, your cheeks suffocating me, but every tiny gap sucks in more of your nasty scent. The gym air felt miles away, replaced by the hot, musky fog of Jenna's ass crack. Women nearby chuckled, pointing at the 'seat' getting used like a rag, but Xena bit her tongue, her submissive nature chaining her to the humiliation, tears mixing with the sweat rivers pouring down her face.
The rubbing intensified Jenna's gut pressure, a massive fart brewing deep inside. Suddenly, it burst out a powerful, wet explosion ripping through her shorts, the hot rancid gas blasting straight into Xena's open mouth. The fart was thick and sputtering, filling Xena's cheeks like a balloon of sour, meaty decay, the stench of digested protein and gym funk overwhelming her senses. Bubbles of gas forced their way past the fabric edge, coating her tongue in a slimy film, the heat searing her throat as she involuntarily swallowed chunks of the foul air.
Xena gagged violently, her body convulsing under the weight, throat clenching in desperate heaves. She struggled for breath, her chest heaving, but Jenna's thighs clamped tighter, pinning her skull immobile. In her panic, Xena inhaled deeply despite the disgust, huge sniffs pulling in the rancid cloud, the gas burning her lungs like acid. Her stomach churned, bile rising as the fart's aftertaste lingered rotten eggs and sweaty ass mixed into a choking haze. Inner screams tore through her mind: It's too much, Jenna your fart's poisoning me, filling my mouth with that hot, disgusting gas. I hate how I have to suck it all in, big breaths just to not pass out, but it makes me sicker, your ass owning my every gasp.
Jenna laughed out loud, the vibration rumbling through her ass into Xena's battered face, her oblivious joy making the grind even harder. 'Whoops, that one snuck out! Feels better though, cleared the itch a bit.' She pedaled faster to chase the burn, her sweaty cheeks smearing Xena raw with urgent slides, the friction turning Xena's lips chapped and bloody under the assault. Sweat poured freely now, Jenna's crack a slick trench that dragged across Xena's nose, forcing her to snort back globs of it. The tall brunette woman nearby spat a glob onto Xena's exposed shoulder, laughing. 'Look at that seat taking it like a champ bet she loves the free facial from that stinky ass.' The short woman with the ponytail slapped Xena's trembling thigh, the sting adding to the torment. 'Yeah, keep quiet down there, slut. You're just a hole for farts now.'
Xena's agony peaked, her world a suffocating prison of smell, sweat, and relentless crushing weight. Jenna's ass cheeks ballooned out with each pedal, sealing Xena's mouth against the pulsing asshole, every rub grinding deeper into her features. The thigh squeeze was merciless, quads flexing like iron bands around Xena's ears, popping them with the pressure. She could feel Jenna's pussy lips outlined through the shorts, damp and musky, adding a new layer of humiliating intimacy to the fart-soaked smother. Huge sniffs escaped Xena in ragged bursts, each one dragging in more rancid gas remnants and fresh sweat, her disgust twisting her gut into knots. Why me, Jenna? Your best friend, reduced to sniffing your farts and sweat like a toilet it's breaking me, the itch making you rub harder, my face raw and drowning.
Mr. Harlan watched from across the gym, his smirk widening as he crossed his arms, enjoying the show of Xena's silent submission. Jenna kept chatting to herself, 'Gonna push this set harder feel that burn in my glutes!' Her hips rocked forward, slamming her ass down again, the impact jolting Xena's teeth against the bike frame. Another rumble vibrated through Jenna's body, teasing Xena's tongue with the promise of more gas, the sweat itch driving endless grinding. Xena's body quivered, on the edge of blackout, her breaths shallow and forced through the nasty filter of Jenna's crack. The public eyes burned into her, the degradation sinking deeper, but she endured, trapped in the oblivious domination, the workout far from over as Jenna's powerful legs pumped on.
Jenna's bladder twinged suddenly, the pressure from her intense workout making her muscles slacken without warning. A warm spurt of urine escaped, soaking into the already drenched fabric of her shorts, the hot liquid trickling down her sweat-slicked ass crack silently. She didn't notice a thing, too focused on the pedal's resistance, her confident grunts echoing as she pushed harder. The piss mixed with her sweat, turning her cheeks into a sopping mess, the salty warmth pooling right over Xena's buried face.
Xena's nose pressed deep into the flooding seam, the first hint of the new wetness hitting her like a slap hot, acrid urine seeping through the shorts and dribbling straight onto her lips. Oh fuck, Jenna, you're pissing on me now? Your hot piss soaking your ass and forcing it into my mouth it's disgusting, the salt burning my tongue mixed with your rancid sweat. She gagged harder, her throat convulsing as Jenna shifted, grinding her soaked ass down with urgent rocks. The motion smeared the wet warmth deeper, pushing streams of Jenna's piss right past the fabric edge into Xena's gagging mouth, the liquid flooding her cheeks in bitter, tangy bursts.
The taste exploded salty piss laced with the sour tang of old sweat and fart remnants, choking Xena as she swallowed involuntarily to keep from drowning. Her belly roiled with revulsion, each gulp pulling down more of the foul cocktail, her lips sucking at the piss-soaked cloth like a sponge. Jenna's thighs clamped tighter, quads bulging as she pedaled, oblivious to the leak, her ass cheeks squelching wetly against Xena's face with every grind. The urine trickled warmer now, a steady drip that Xena had no choice but to lap up, her tongue darting out in panic, slurping the hot streams before they could overflow.
The short woman with the ponytail spotted the glistening trail leaking down Xena's thigh, a mix of Jenna's piss and sweat escaping the smother. She laughed sharply, striding over and delivering a hard slap to Xena's exposed, trembling thigh, the wet smack echoing in the gym. 'Holy shit, look at this pathetic seat pissing herself under that fat ass? You're soaked, you filthy leak. Bet you love guzzling whatever drips down from up there, huh? Keep swallowing, whore, don't waste a drop of that gym piss.' The slap stung like fire, Xena's skin reddening under the mockery, her silent humiliation burning hotter as nearby women snickered, pointing at the damp spot spreading on her uniform.
Jenna, still clueless, ramped up her pace, her legs pumping furiously to chase the burn in her glutes. 'Damn, this bike's fighting back today gonna crush this set!' Another fart brewed in her gut from the effort, ripping out wet and explosive, the gas blasting through her piss-soaked shorts like a steamy eruption. The rancid cloud filled Xena's mouth instantly, hot and sputtering, mixing with the lingering urine to create a choking slurry of decay and salt. Jenna's sweaty weight crushed down deeper, her ass cheeks ballooning out to seal Xena's face completely, the grind turning vicious as she rocked her hips for leverage.
Xena's world spun in suffocating hell, the new fart's meaty stench overwhelming the piss tang, her lungs heaving for air that came only in tainted gasps. Your piss and farts owning me, Jenna swallowing your hot urine while your gas poisons my throat, the crush making me choke on every drop. She convulsed under the pressure, thighs like vices around her skull, popping her ears with each flex. The short woman's taunts rang in her mind, amplifying the public shame, as Mr. Harlan's distant smirk promised no escape. Jenna's pedaling thundered on, her soaked ass smearing relentlessly, the workout's fury far from breaking.
Jenna's quads burned with the effort, her legs churning the pedals like pistons, sweat pouring down her back as she chased that endorphin rush. The bike's resistance spiked again, forcing her to lean forward and grind her hips down harder for stability. Deep in her gut, another bubble of gas churned from the protein shake she'd chugged earlier, building pressure until it burst free in a hot, wet fart that ripped straight through her piss-soaked shorts. The blast hit Xena's face like a steamy shotgun, the rancid gas sputtering out in wet bursts, thick with the stench of digested meat and sweat, flooding her nostrils and mouth in a choking wave.
Xena's throat seized up, her body jerking violently under the crush as the fresh fart invaded every pore. The hot gas mixed with the lingering piss slurry on her tongue, turning her mouth into a bubbling cesspool of decay sour, meaty fumes burning her sinuses while Jenna's heavy ass cheeks sealed it all in, squelching wetly against her skin. Fuck, another one, Jenna your wet fart exploding right into my face, the heat scalding my lips as your sweaty weight smothers me deeper. I can't breathe, your thighs locking my head like a trap, crushing my skull while your gas poisons me from the inside. She choked hard, her chest heaving uselessly, lungs pulling in only tainted air laced with the brutal scent of her best friend's oblivious workout filth.
The short woman with the ponytail circled back, her eyes lighting up at the fresh sheen of moisture trickling from under Jenna's grinding ass. She reared back and slapped Xena's soaked thigh again, the wet crack echoing louder this time, leaving a red handprint on the piss-damp skin. 'Ha! Listen to that another ripe one from the queen up there! You're drowning in it, aren't you, you piss-guzzling seat? Soaked and stinking, lapping up every fart and leak like the desperate slut you are. Bet your tongue's raw from all that ass sweat by now!' Her voice boomed with cruel glee, drawing snickers from a cluster of women nearby, their workout paused to watch the degrading spectacle, phones subtly angled for pics.
Xena's body trembled uncontrollably, the slap sending jolts through her core, but she bit her lip silent, tears mixing with the sweat and piss on her cheeks. The humiliation clawed at her insides, hotter than the gas scorching her throat publicly exposed, reduced to a fart-sniffing cushion under her own friend's unaware dominance. Why won't you notice me, Jenna? Your farts ripping into me, your piss soaking my mouth, and everyone laughing while I suffer in silence.
From across the gym, the tall brunette woman sauntered over, her tight leggings hugging her long legs as she eyed Xena's quivering form. She hawked up a thick glob of spit and launched it right onto Xena's exposed back, the warm saliva splattering across her sweat-drenched shirt and trickling down her spine. 'Pathetic little bitch, shaking like a leaf under that sweaty hog. Look at her face buried in ass, probably tonguing the crack for air. Keep still, toilet, or we'll make you lick the floor next!' The brunette's laugh rang out sharp and mocking, her words slicing through the gym's hum, amplifying Xena's silent torment as more eyes turned their way, whispers turning to outright jeers.
Jenna, still deep in her oblivious grind, reached for her earbuds clipped to her sports bra, popping them in and cranking up her workout playlist. The thumping bass drowned out the gym's jeers and slaps, sealing her in a bubble of unawareness as she bobbed her head to the beat, her ass shifting harder against Xena's trapped face. With Jenna's focus locked on the music, the cluster of women around the bike grew bolder, their hands darting under the frame to slap at Xena's exposed cheeks, the sharp stings cracking across her sweat-slick skin amid the smothering weight. One woman with a tight ponytail leaned in close, her palm connecting with a wet smack on Xena's right cheek, then the left, the impacts jolting her head deeper into Jenna's crack while the oblivious grinding continued.
The repeated face slaps hammered Xena's senses alongside the rancid waves, the women's fingers sometimes digging into her jaw to pry her mouth wider for the next fart's blast. Your ass is destroying me, Jenna grinding so hard, farts pumping into my throat one after another, your thighs squeezing until my vision blurs, and now these slaps burning my face while you ignore it all with your music. The scent play overwhelmed her, every inhale a deep drag of sweaty crack musk and decaying gas, her submission total under the unaware buttcrush. The short woman's slaps and the brunette's spit marked her like territory, the public degradation peaking as more hands joined in, slapping Xena's face raw under the seat, Mr. Harlan watching from afar with his smirk widening at her unbroken silence.
Jenna ramped up the grind, her hips rocking side to side with urgent violence to the rhythm in her ears, smearing the wet mess across Xena's raw skin, the pressure unrelenting as another fart brewed in her gut. The gym buzzed with mockery and fresh slaps, but Jenna pedaled on, her powerful ass dominating without mercy, the end of her set nowhere in sight.