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The Well WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS THE AMERICAN WONTON USUAL. READER DISCRETION ADVISED! Cameron walked along with a calming nature that the rest of the prisoners didn’t have. He suspected that’s why Priscilla walked over, shoving his face into her Amazonian halves. BBBBBBLLLLRRUUPPTTTT! She took a second to stop the march, taking a deep breath and relaxing her booty onto his face. PPPTTTLLLAAAPBBTTT! The farts were harsh and brittle, full of a rank mixture of sour cream and day old turkey. “Bet you wish you didn’t run away from this, huh boys?” Priscilla asked. They shivered, watching her hand wrap around Cameron’s skull, almost the same width. His face burrowed deeper into her cloth, his face caverned into her asscrack. FFFLLLOOORRROOOTTT! Priscilla watched them all back away with a smile, trying their hardest to relish their fresh air. Cameron simply stood rigid-she couldn’t even feel his lips open for a breath. “Not hungry, Cameron? Still?” BBRRTT! FFPPTAATT! Cameron stood still and silent. Priscilla laughed. “Oh no, not the silent treatment! First you run away, then you led these whelps on a hunger strike...now we have these bad manners.” Cameron could feel her butthole open through the clothes as she ripped a silent fart against his mouth. He only coughed once, remaining in his prideful stance. That is, until Priscilla roughly tapped his balls and butt bounced him out her crack. “There’ll be no more pride in The Well, boys. If any of you feel like begging for your life like good little slaves, now’s the time.” They all shifted in their chains. To their left was the hole and some of their eyes fell upon it. A large perfect circle, almost 50 yards across and decending who knows how long into darkness. Priscilla stood by them, purposelessly farting into the wind. BBBBLLLLLBBRRRRRRRFFFFF! Her subtle but spacious fart carried into their noses; it was horrendously rancid and raw; whatever could fill that hole would be much worse. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Cameron could taste the smell of death and methane as he and the boys descended lower and lower. The Amazons had built this chamber to last, a testament to their power over men. Cameron finally touched ground and looked up at Priscilla, arms folded and smiling down at them all. Despite being almost twice their size, she looked so small down there. There was commotion among the group as a boy seemed to be talking hurriedly to her above the ladder. Cameron and the boys watched as she gently lowered him beneath her, straddling his face with her booty. Fllttuurrrbbbbtttt! The Amazon’s fart carried, echoing around the cobblestone. “This wise little fart slave has decided to rejoin the workforce! Any other slaves want to bend the knee to my ass?” called Priscilla. There was silence and lots of low drooping heads. Then, they all clamored for the stairs without even a sorry to Cameron. He stayed behind. With a sinking heart, one by one, they all ascended the steps. Two reached the top, then three...until Priscilla pulled the lever releasing the ladder. Cameron watched in horror as two boys fell almost 10 feet, the crunch of their legs hitting the mulch beneath. They moaned in pain as Priscilla laughed above. “Sorry boys, I got to keep it fun for Giganta! Oooh, speak of the Giantess, herself!” The boys cried in pain and desperation next to Cameron as Priscilla walked away. Then, as dusk began to settle, they heard the stomping above ground-their fate was sealed. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Giganta was more than capable of filling The Well. Every compatron down there backed away as her face appeared in the opening. “Hi tinies! BBBBBUUUURRRRPPP!” Her belch boomed around the walls; Cameron yelled in pain as it reached his ears. Giganta laughed. She was a big beautiful beast, and all her attributes contributed to her fear. Her size of course, but also her dangerous, utmost beauty. Her glowing green eyes followed them with her perfect hair flowing beneath into the darkness. One could be confused that she was here to simply sing them a lullaby. Until, they saw the rest of her. “Oooh, more stinky to come for bad boys, hold on!” she said, turning around. Giganta, the naked, terrific Giantess, sat upon the hole. Her asscheeks shut out any hope of escape with a thundering thud as she sealed the only exit. Small pockets of light illuminated her fat, glowing cheeks, precariously dangling overhead. They emanate a dank musty scent of an entire factory. Cameron stared straight on as those cheeks tightened, and her asscrack appeared as she adjusted herself. An asshole the size of an elephant appeared, pink and mushy, strewn pubic hairs all about. “Are bad boys ready for punishment?” she said. The other two pleaded, unknown that their screams reaching her asshole only pleasured her more. Cameron watched in silence as her butthole gaped. FFFTTTTLLRRRRPPPAAAAAAAAPPRRBBBBBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTT! She only farted once-it was enough to send their world shaking. The boys were flung about as the toot bellowed straight down, punching the earth. It was enough to give someone a concussion-they were unlucky to not be killed at the first impact. “Ahhhh, big toot!” said Giganta, ruffling her ass around the edge. Now the fart had ceased after 10 seconds, its full potency of raw meat and shit smell reached. The boys gasped for air unattainable in The Well. Cameron clamored for the walls edges where his two other brothers lay. In the light green haze, he passed out beside them. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If the well were a quick death, it wouldn’t have been so effective a punishment. To Cameron’s dismay, he awoke next to his two brothers, shaking in fear. “Ohhhh...uuugghh...oohhhhh,”. Giganta could be heard, along with the rhythmic obvious noises of fingers meeting vaginal meat. Cameron brought himself to look up at the Giantess pleasuring herself. “HGGHRGHH!” her butthole prolapsed as she grunted, ready to fire...the boys huddled close. “Ooohhhh.” It recoiled, with only the faint smell of her previous ass ripping to reassure them of the horror. Now Cameron knew her game; she’d been pleasuring herself to their fear. It seems that the other two hadn’t caught her drift-the expectation was that her “drift” would be coming soon. There was a loud grumble and Giganta’s growls of pleasure became stifled. In went her butthole...then out...then in. Cameron began walking towards a sheltered pile of dirt, not wanting to give her any satisfaction. Until then- PPRRROOOSSSSSLLLLLRRRRRRSSS! He looked up to find a ring of red asshole surrounded by pink as her SBD fart purred down like wind through the leaves. The boys hadn’t time to scream before the raw, egg toot was upon them. It took only a matter of seconds before she had them unconscious. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Cameron wasn’t sure what had woken him, Giganta’s cries, or the orgasmal fluid flowing beneath. “Hnmmm, hmmm, haaaahh.” Giganta’s fingers were released and for good measure-she was a squirter. “HRGH!” FFTTOORRRRRTTTTTLLBBTT! The ripped ass led to a further urethral push and the boys found out that wasn’t cum, it was urine. It poured down like a river and Cameron didn’t even try to avoid the downpour. Where would he go? He sucked in his breath the best he could, trying to avoid the hot acidic smell and murky fart air. “David, David wake up, come on!” called the other boy. He was clutching to his partner, trying to keep him above the fluids. PPPRRRAAAAARRRPPPTT! Another small fart reverbed off the wall and Cameron could actually see the raw mist hit the boy’s face. He sank like a rock, unconscious and soon to be dead under Giganta’s flow. There was splashing and silence and darkness. Then, Giganta rose, peering into her makeshift toilet. Cameron was coughing and gagging, trying his best to find somewhere to rest his feet. Their eyes met and Giganta smiled. “Oooh, tiny man last long! But not too long!” Giganta turned around and the darkness returned as Giganta fell into her seat. “Night night poop boy!” she called. BBLLLOORRPPTTTSSHHTTT! Cameron stared into her asshole as it fired the wet fart of impending doom. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- There was many ways to die in The Well. Some succumbed to Giganta’s gas. Like the other boys, piss usually got to them. Everyone died, so it was said, but most hoped to go out before nightfall. That was when Giganta had the least control of her bowels. PPLLLLRRUUFFTT! BBBBBBTTTOOPP! The farts didn’t come in loud, bursting shots anymore. They were subtle, quickened...blocked. Cameron focused on breathing, regaining his strength. He watched Giganta’s butthole, literally waiting for an opening. BBBROOFFFFFFFTT! There, there it was! Her log. The other boys said there was a smell of a Giantess shit, inmistakenly stinkier and heftier than a normal toot. Cameron agreed, only now, he could see it just barely surface as a touch of brown on her expanding asshole. It slithered back inside, waiting for a bigger push. One thing was for sure though... Giganta NEVER shat while awake. Her poophole was a loophole, one Cameron had been destined to exploit. Now, he arose out of the piss puddle, ready to make his move. Climbing up the walls wasn’t easy and few knew how to actually do it. Those who could escape the Amazon camps and practice, found very little success. And of course, no one had pulled it off with Giganta above them. BBLLLTTUURRTT! She stirred, her booty rising a pinch to accommodate the pressure. Cameron coughed-her fart shot down and he could taste the smell of dead humans and shit. He became dizzy, but focused harder in the darkness...where was...ah, cobblestone number 45! He lept, just as Giganta grunted again. BBLLOORRFFFFFT! The strange, struggled farts signaled her passage. Giganta grunted harder and although Cameron was covered in darkness, he could smell it-her feces had exited, finally and fully. He needed to climb faster. Almost 3 fourths of the way up. Cameron heard her grunt, heard her push, heard her shit slither out the cracks of her hole. The smell punctuated the rest, an armada of feces and oyster shellings she’d eaten from the sea. He could feel his vision blurred and wondered if snot or blood was coming out of his nose. He moved up another stone and felt warm, soft textured flesh. Her mighty booty, pushing away. BBBWWUURRPPTTT! The log had touched the piss puddle, still slithering away. Cameron stopped to puke as the acidic taste hit his tounge. He couldn’t stop now. He’d seen the aftermath she’d left in The Well before. Come morning she’d have shit practically touching her mighty asscheeks. Cameron pushed through the ass fat. It was like squeezing through a tunnel made for a mole rat! FFUURRRLLFFFF! PPRRROOTTT! The fart air managed to reverb around the cracks of her ass. Cameron was now being choked by ass fat and smell. But there was moonlight, glorious moonlight...he need only push further… --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Cameron awoke with the taste of Giganta all over his skin. Her shit and farts caked along his eyelids and genitals...along with a warmth he thought he’d never feel again...the morning sun. FFFTTTOOLLLRLRRROOBBTTTT! He shuddered awake, looking up to find Giganta’s supple lips directly in front of him. Her morning breath made him gag and brought on a sense of dread...it was over. No...her eyes were shut. The breath came slowly from beautiful white teeth, like a rush of nasty kisses. Cameron turned and ran, harder and farther than he ever had the Amazons. He hoped he’d never have to smell Giganta again. |
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