By: JacksUniverseJSU
You awaken slowly to a big beautiful cloudy sky, breathing heavily as you reel from a past distress you witnessed prior to your unconscious state. How did it happened? How did I end up on the grass? You keep asking yourself. You can vaguely remember the details. Only glimpses of a fearsome foe you attempted to engage with, in the hopes of stealing their possessions for profit. Yes. You remember what you are. You are a bandit, an honourless thief that prays upon the unwary. Unfortunately, you have bitten off more than you can chew.
It takes you awhile for your mind and body to recuperate, but eventually, you feel the strength in your body return and you instinctively encourage yourself to sit up off the grass. But then you immediately realise, you can't. For you have been immobilised excessively in rope, tied up tight from head to toe. From a third person perspective, you look almost like a mummy, tied with your arms across your chest. You can hardly move your body. All your can do is move your eyes around and squirm like a wriggling worm.
"By the Gods!" You exclaim in thought. "How did I end up like this, tied up like the scoundrel I truly am?"
Your ears then begin to pick up the sound of slow thunderous footsteps as they echoed around you. You start to panic in response, moving your eyes about constantly trying to catch a glimpse of the incoming creature that was closing in on your immobilised self. Sweat drenches you heavily, your heart beats intensify and your mind races in panic of your impending doom. Fear grips you to the point that you close your eyes unawares as the stomping comes closer and closer to you every second. Within moments, the stomps cease and a shadow falls over your face south of you. Seconds later, you feel obligated to open your eyes. The once blue sky you gazed upon is now obstructed provocatively by what appears to be a large woman's crotch. This individual was clearly not your average sized human woman, and clearly not as human as yourself. She stands twelve feet tall, has pale skin, black hair and yellow eyes and wears a skimpy, revealing set of bikini armour made from bone. And her name was Myrra, the wondering giantess.
"Well. Thief. It seems I got you caught in my web. Uh-huh?" The giantess said to you, moving her hips above you. "You thought you and your little band of feckless bandits could rob me huh? Well. Clearly you lot should have thought twice about trying to rob a Giant while her back is turned."
She held her hips as she flaunted her bone-bikini covered crotch in your view, looking down at you with a sly expression on her face. As seductive as this gigantic lady appeared to be, you continue to feel fear at her presence, yet both intimidated and aroused by her beauty at the same time. Clearly this showed, judging by your little "truncheon" that grew underneath the rope. The giantess quickly noticed and her expression changed into surprise.
"Oh! By Thokka. Is that a worm growing underneath those bonds or are you just happy to see me?" Myrra said to you, holding her face with one hand, pretending to be shocked. "I mean, I don't blame you. I am quite a magnificent sight to behold. Maybe that's why I was able to defeat you Bandits so easily. You just can't resist staring at such a glamourous creature such as me! Even Shirelings suffer nosebleeds upon first glance! Hehe!"
Myrra pulled her crotch away from you as she kneels in to look at you square in the face. You shudder in response as those big eyes stare square into you with both seductive and malicious intent. Clearly she had something sinister brewing in mind for you. But even so, you cannot work out why you of all your bandit gang are spared her wrath. You were not the leader who lead the assault against her after all.
"You know? You're quite handsome, for a thief. Perhaps that's why I spared you from the blunt end of my hammer." Myrra said to you. "But regardless. I still despise you bandits, with how you think you can just take whatever you want from anyone you want. I'm just a simple mercenary trying to make a living in this time of high adventure and the last thing I need is scoundrels like you mucking it up for good folks like me. Make no mistake, villain, You're in for a world of suffering like never before!" Just as she finished her last sentence, she grimaced as the sound of heavy internal rumblings began to stir inside her massive muscular body. Could this mean? No. Would she really?
"Gods! I don't like where this is going at all!" You say in thought, shaking in your bonds heavily.
"Oh damn! I'm seriously gassed up!" Myrra said as she stood upright again over you and rubbed her abs. "Perhaps divine intervention is what brought you to me today. Because I don't know what I'd do next if you weren't here. Well I guess we better get started. Are you ready to receive your punishment dog?" You nod no meekly towards her, knowing what's in store for you. "Well too bad! Because you're not going anywhere until I've had my fill with you. But if I were you, I'd rejoice. For this is far better a punishment for you than suffering a simple decapitation!" Myrra then gives you a wink as she turns around in front of you and directs her large fat butt towards you. It was so big, that even the back of her bone bikini had been almost eaten into her butt crack, making it look like she was wearing a thong at first glance. She then looks over her shoulder at you, smiling and giving a heavy slap on her buttocks provocatively and making one of her butt cheeks jiggle on purpose before tapping it again. She shakes her booty for a bit before she gentle bends herself down and positions her booty a little more above your helpless person. Until eventually....
POOOOOTTTTTT!!
You take in the full force of her fart as it blasts across your face. Even though it was just one big fart, just taking in a light whiff of that odor was foul beyond all measure. You scream slightly underneath your gagged mouth in response. "Oh! Thokka alive! That was a nasty one!" She exclaimed, standing upright slightly as she waved her hand over her butt. She bent down again and held her hips as she let off another quick large fart into you!
FURRRRRTTT!
"Ah! Breathe it all in you little bastard!" She said letting off a third fart afterwards.
PHRRRRRRRIIIIIPPPPPP!!!
"Ugh! Gods I feel like these farts are getting smellier each time!" She said standing upright again and looking at you as she held her wide hip. "(SNIFF!) Eugggh! That one was very stinky! I don't think this bone bikini of mine is gonna be enough to contain this gas! Believe me, I've tried constantly to upgrade this thing so I can contain my wind. But no practical enhancement or arcane enchantment I put on it doesn't seem to work. Maybe it's a good thing there's so many of you stupid bandits around these days. You guys may be numerous, but you scum are expendable and a perfect solution to my gassy habits!"
Myrra wasted no time in stripping off her Bone bikini, as well as removing her ab guard and bone greaves off her thighs and chucking them away toward a fallen oak log nearby. She then moved towards you in a cat-like walk, holding her naked hips. You squirm worryingly, trying desperately to break your bonds, but you can still do nothing but stare at that big hairy pussy as it got closer towards you.
"You like what you see? Well stare while you can, Thief. Because only so few in this world ever have the opportunity to gaze at this tight cunt of mine! I know you can't resist staring at it, your "nether-regions" never lie." She then picks you up from the ground by the top of your head, encompassing nearly her whole hand and fingers over it. The grip is painful, but yet almost gentle, as if Myrra knew how to calculate her own strength. She hoisted you up above the earth, raising you past her bare vagina and abs and her large jiggly boobs towards her face.
"How's this, Hot Stuff?" She said as she looked up at you. You respond by wriggling in the air trying to break free of her grip. From her perspective, you looked the size of a child, helpless and weak at her dominating figure. This girl truly was an amazon to you without any known equal. You could hardly believe that despite your situation, you never guessed that for once in your life, a woman of her size could have such sway and command over a whelp such as you. She smiled mischievously at you, thinking of another dirty way to punish you.
"Are you ready for your next task, Thief?" She asked you. "Because your just the perfect size to serve as my new muffler. Pucker up sweetums!" Your eyes widen as you immediately realised what Myrra intended to do with you next. You try uttering "No. NONONONONONO!" but with your mouth gagged in rope, you were unable to do so. The giantess quickly pulled you away from your face as she instantly placed you up against her nude rear, pushing you in deep into her massive buttcrack. It was like a small canyon in there. Damp and foul beyond all measure. You could no longer see the light of the sun, only the dark, dank, moisty void. It was like you had been thrown into a cave, except this "Cave" was very alive... and very full of gas!
THHRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!
You take in the big, foul fart as it sprayed all over you, causing you to scream and move erratically with disgust and fear. The fart slightly escaped out of any loose gaps in-between your body and Myrra's buttocks. But regardless, you were everything that Myrra could hope for. Your weak, pathetic body was doing her a favour and suppressing her massive combustions.
"OHHHMPPP! Thank Thokka that you chose a bad day to piss me off!" Myrra said as she released another massive poot into you. "(FRAAAAPPPP!) With the gas build-up I'm getting today, I think you just saved me the trouble of stinking up the place. You wouldn't believe how many poor innocent critters I accidently kill just by passing gas after every meal! Even when I'm journeying through the southern savannahs, those damn Warthogs know to steer clear of my farty butt!"
Clearly, she wasn't lying about the potency of her flatulence. Even you could feel your strength and lifeforce fading upon each time you were forced to inhale this giant girls farts. But despite the constant peril you felt yourself in, deep down, you begin to feel slightly aroused by this experience. Like, you were suddenly beginning to develop a kink for this kind of punishment. In-fact, you almost begin to feel grateful that Myrra spared you from a quick death. If you were gonna die, then perhaps this was truly the way to go. But whether or not you could embrace your fear beforehand is yet to be seen. After a full five minutes of fart-torture, Myrra soon pulled you away from her glutes, letting off one more massive fart into you before doing so. She hoisted you up to her view again, closing her eyes and taking a whiff at your new scent.
"Eugh! You smell like a pack of skunks sprayed all over you!" She exclaimed in delight, slightly feeling turned on by the smell of her farts. In the state you were currently in, you could do little to struggle anymore. All you do is look up at her in both misery and a pinch of anticipation for what came next for you. Your weakened body bounces in Myrra's grip as she carries you towards a lone oak nearby atop a hill. Again, you try to communicate with her, hopelessly attempting to ask her where she was taking you and what she was going to do to you next. You didn't need to ask her, for she already had your answer.
"Wondering what I have install for you next, Milk-Drinker?" She said to you smiling. "Well, I've come to realise that having your disease-ridden body smothering into my buttcrack has caused me to have an itchy asshole. And you know what that means don't you?" You slightly shudder to even think of what Myrra was even trying to hint at you. But it wouldn't be long until you found out.
As she approached the tree, she turned around and placed you in-between her naked buttocks again. Then she bent her knees and careened her buttocks against the trunk of the tree, wedging you in-between both. Once again, you find yourself at the mercy of Myrra's magnificent brappy buttocks, unable to see nothing but the dank darkness within her booty. Myrra then started to rub her buttocks side to side, up and down against the tree, scratching herself and smothering you in further into her crack. As she continued, she could feel her insides rumble viscously. You can even feel and hear the muscles in her anus clenching in response to her current build-up of gas.
"Uh oh! OH! (Frrrt-FRRRRT!)" She exclaimed closing her eyes, raising and clenching her hands and pushing out a couple of nasty farts into you and the tree behind her. These farts this time were bigger and stunk even worse than the ones you had to take and inhale in earlier. You cannot help but close your own eyes upon the blast, but no matter how hard and tight you closed them, the force of Myrra's farting prevented you from closing them for long, forcing you to suffer a new level of stink-eye!
Myrra continued to scratch and fart her big booty up against the tree, giving out a provocative moan constantly. Both actions start to inflict damage upon you, both physically and mentally. Your body aches in constant pain as Myrra constantly grinds you into the tree with her fat arse. You begin to feel lacerations and bones start to break, even in places you didn't think you had. Was Myrra deliberately intending harm against you? Was she trying to kill you? You could not tell. She seemed more interested in tormenting you mostly.
"God. That Elvish Bread... (PRRRARRRRRRPPPP!)" She said aloud, biting her lip upon releasing another fart. "... whatever was in it, clearly doesn't agree with me!" Myrra then placed herself up against the tree and held the base as she continued rubbing her butt up against it.
The constant release of farts continued to fill up your lungs, driving away every ounce of fresh clean air you once depended on. You can smell or inhale nothing but Myrra's arse. As far as you could tell, you couldn't smell anything else. But despite this, your brain begins to feel itself warp into a new mindset, slowly developing a kink for Myrra and her gassy posterior. You no longer feel as afraid as you were several minutes ago, in fact, you almost begin enjoying being fart dominated upon by this gassy Giantess. You no longer care about your wellbeing or your meager existence as a bandit anymore. All you care about is being this big girls fart slave.
After a full ten minutes, Myrra grows tired of scratching herself against the tree. She lets go of the trunk behind her and steps away from it. You on the other hand, are simply embedded into the bark of the old dying oak. All you can see is this fat arse jiggling away from you. Finally, you can take in fresh air. But unlike before, you feel indifferent about breathing in oxygen through your lungs. In such a short time that Myrra began her torment of you, you feel starved of the new air you've been craving, Giant ass gas! When you once feared to be enveloped in that juicy tooty booty, you had now become intoxicated by it, almost hypnotised. You watch as Myrra turns around to look at you and the carnage she had wrought upon around you.
"Oh dear! That poor oak!" Myrra said sadly to herself to the now dead and broken tree, currently ignoring you. "I guess me having a whelp as my fart-muffler wasn't enough to spare you from my wrath! But then again, I do have quite a big butt, for a female giant! Hehe!" Myrra slapped her buttocks afterwards in regards to her last sentence. Soon enough, she turned her attention back to you. She walked up and leaned her one arm against the tree as she stared directly into you once again with her gleaming eyes.
"Looks like you're still breathing there Whelp. Good. Most of you bandits I torture this way don't last as long as you. But I'm quite impressed at your resilience! Think you're ready for your FINAL punishment?" You nod yes, now mentally regressed into a fart slave with nothing else to think about now but the addictive scent you craved for. "I thought you might react that way. Looks like the potency of my farts burnt out your tiny mind!"
Myrra pulls out your broken person embedded in the trunk, holding you by the head again as she walked away from the oak tree. As you dangle above the ground, you find yourself in a good view of Myrra's sexy body, watching her large muscular thighs and big boobs jiggle inside her Bone Bikini Armour. You hope that she might even smother you in-between them if Myrra let you. Unfortunately, you were in no position to make demands of her, with your mouth still gagged in place.
Soon enough, Myrra threw your smelly carcass down into the ground, planting your face into the dirt upon impact. Desperate for air, you struggle to turn your bound body around, desperate to look and feast your eyes on this domineering giantess again. You hear her laugh behind you as you soon manage to lift your arse and land on your side. In just about a minute, you finally turn onto your back. You sit up just in time to watch Myrra begin to strip off the rest of her armour. One by one, you witness her unfasted her gear. First removing the bone-made pauldrons, then the gauntlets, the boots and then finally her bone-sling top, undoing it at the back of her neck and letting it drop down off her exposed fat breasts like two pairs of snakes. Soon, she was fully naked from neck to toe, with only her bone crown remaining on her forehead. Like before, she placed the rest of her armour on the log nearby and then turned around and walked towards you again.
Your heart races as you stare at Myrras approaching naked body. Never in all your life had you ever seen such a big beautiful woman with a body that could rival even that of the Goddesses of love and war. Strong, streamlined, perfect at every curve. With the lust in you growing higher and higher, you couldn't decide whether you'd want her to make you suffer or have you breed her amazon-like body. But again, you forget that Myrra is in charge, and anything she does is her will and hers alone. She quickly reminds you of that as she forces your body down into the dirt with one sexy bare foot on your chest.
"Look at you now, Whelp. So weak and helpless at my mercy. The sight of my nude body must by tantilising to your little eyes." Myrra said as she held her hips. "I bet just by looking at me is filling you up with so much desire for me huh? It's no mistake that you have become infatuated with my gas already, but now, you just can't decide whether you want me to keep farting on you or have you fuck me." The last part of her sentence made Myrra feel a little horny, as she rubbed her hand over the clit of her vagina, causing her to touch one of her boobs and moan passionately in response.
"MMMMMH!~ I just so love having a tiny lover to ravage me! But of course, lets just see how you fair after this! I've still got lots of gas to release into you and from the amount that's building in me, It'll take all night to clear out!"
You squeal in excitement, watching Myrra take her foot off of you and turn around, showing you her nude booty once again. Myrra held her boobs as she stepped backwards over you. You look up and stair into that massive vagina, as it and her booty came crashing down over you and all of your body for the final time in your life. Myrra atop of you, spread her legs apart as she prepared herself for her next torture. "Well. This is it my little fart-slave. Prepare to meet your maker!" Myrra said as she clenched her fists tightly, before closing her eyes and releasing another fart.
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTT!!!!
Went a long massive fart, blowing into you like a devine wind and destroying your nostrils further. The gas in-between you and Myrra blew out in a large green puff of cloud, polluting the atmosphere. Afterwards, more and more farts came out of her butt, increasing in strength and toxicity. With your mind fully twisted into nothing but a fart smelling leech, you huff in as much of Myrra's heavenly gas as you could possibly take. The longer you spent buried under Myrra's tooty booty taking in her farts, the more your lungs begin to reject fresh air entirely. This poison was all you wanted to absorb now, forever and ever. No other atmosphere or smell was ever as pleasant as the one you breathed in now. Even if this was to be your end at last, at least you found something in life that gave you the gift you never thought you could ever want or ask.
"Gods I praise you for delivering this woman to me. For I have earned the punished I deserve." You say in your head, huffing another gigantic fart from Myrra. These farts just kept on coming non-stop, Myrra herself couldn't believe how gassy she was getting right now. Even by evening she still continued to brap heavily into you and by then, your lifeforce was almost gone. How much longer will you take this? We do not know. Your willpower and lust is the only thing that is keeping you going for now.
"Uh-oh!" Myrra said, feeling her insides rumble painfully. "This is gonna be a big nasty one!" She sat up with her legs underneath her booty and then placed her arms and hands under her boobs as she leaned on the ground, putting her booty further into you. "This is it. Possibly my final moment." You say inside your mind. "Goodbye cruel world. Hello tooty booty heaven!" With Myrra's insides bloating further and further with untold chaos, you brace yourself for what could possibly be the loudest and biggest fart to ever befoul this good green mortal plain.
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The ground quaked, the trees shook, the mountains trembled, the waters in the nearby lakes and rivers rippled heavily upon this titanic fart that echoed and disrupted everything for miles around. Truly an unholy toot to rival all gods and titans in the heavens above. After nearly a full minute, everything settled down back to normal. The ambience quickly resurfaced and peace and tranquility returned to the earth once more. Everything around Myrra was covered in a vast cloud of putrid stink. Everything alive within hundreds of metres had been decimated. Animals and trees shriveled up and died, leaving almost a barren wasteland around the giantess and you.
"Pee-Yew! Gods, that stench is damning even to my own nose! UGH!" Myrra said still sitting on you, constantly holding her nose and waving her hand over her face, trying to clear the big visible cloud around her. "Note to self Myrra: Never receive enchanted Elvish bread as payment. EVER!" As soon as much of the stink cloud had dissipated and fresh air returned, Myrra finally stood up off of you, waving a hand across her naked butt as it continued to emit a repulsive stench out of it.
"HA! I bet you never tasted a fart like that before in your life you little--" as Myrra turned to look down at you again, she froze in perpetual shock and horror as she saw the massive atrocity she had committed against you. All of your face had been incinerated down to the bone. Nothing was left of it but your burnt skull. Your skin, muscles, eyeballs and tongue were nowhere to be seen, not even on Myrra's clean pale backside. You are now dead. As dead as a doornail. No sign of life whatsoever, not even a twitch could be seen. Your soul had passed into the afterlife, awaiting judgement by the Gods. But despite the tragedy of your demise, your battered and burnt skull showed what appeared to be a smile, indicating that in the final seconds of that unholy fart, you welcomed death with open arms.
Regardless. To Myrra, you were nothing now than just a hideous corpse. Her vengeance had been fulfilled, but seeing the aftermath first hand had left her irking with disgust as she could see some of her fart gas seeping out of your gapping, lifeless skull. She couldn't even bare to look at you anymore than her eyes could take. The smell of burnt, stinking bone and flesh was just as irksome as the fart that caused it. She couldn't decide which of the two smells was worse, but both were enough to put her off.
"Ugh! By Thokka! You look HORRIBLE!" She said with disgust, holding her boobs. "There's no way in Hel I'm gonna bury your disgusting corpse after this! I'd rather leave you here to rot like the stinking filth you are!"
With that, Myrra went over to the log and reattached her armour and collected her equipment. Just as she was about to head out away from the scene, she walked past you one final time and spit on your remains. And so, the giantess left, leaving you to rot where you were. For in the coming months, life will some day return and grow over this desolate land your bones shall forever remain in.