By: causticblast
Content Advisory: fart fetish (sadism), girldick/futanari, filth and stink torture
The sun was still high when the village fell to the Viking raiders, lasting no more than a few hours under their ruthless siege. Its light gleamed off the metal of discarded blades in the mud and grass. A roof somewhere over the hill was smoldering, sending puffs of black smoke into the air. The last of the raiding party began to set off, carting away their wounded and their winnings.
Only two Valkyries remained on the former battlefield, standing tall and proud over their latest territorial gains. They would make their final rounds, inspecting the village to recover overlooked loot and round up any stragglers before taking the long way home.
As they picked through the remains of the village, the sun gleamed off their fur-adorned armor, as well as the pale skin they had exposed to relieve themselves of the sweltering heat. Their bodies were more accustomed to the frigid tundra, not this warm, damp environment surrounded by rice paddies.
Yrsa was the first to complain aloud. “Hey, you have a rag or something? I can feel sweat pouring down every inch of me. I’m not used to fighting in this damn heat…”
Ravna shook her head. “I had one earlier, but one of our troops needed a wound dressing.” She wiped away another slippery bead from her forehead. “Oh, there’s a rather lovely looking flag over there, though,” she said, pointing to a pole still waving a moderately tattered emblem of the samurai.
Yrsa gave a crude grin. “Defiling the enemy’s banner with our filthy bodies? Sure, sounds like my kind of fun.”
“You’re telling me.” Ravna matched her expression. “I can feel sweat trickling down into the crack of my ass. This thing needs a good cleaning.”
“I’m not surprised! With all that meaty goodness back there, it’s like a whole canyon. Must be like a funnel, pooling your sweat, turning it into a swamp…”
“Oh, shut up,” Ravna retorted, playfully punching her sister-in-arms on the pauldron. “You’ve got quite the ass on you, too. I’ve seen that thing jiggle. Don’t tell me you haven’t got a salty puddle back there.” The two women shared a chuckle between themselves, perhaps taking a little perverse pleasure in their ample sweat and their slippery curves.
As they approached the scratched-up flag, however, they came upon something of greater interest.
“Well, what do we have here?”
A lone, defeated samurai warrior had been tied to the base of the flagpole, shamefully forgotten by both her allies and her enemies. Evidently, she had been incapacitated at some point in the battle, and some of the Vikings had decided to spare her life, most likely to bring her back to their camp as a prisoner. Her armor was roughed up, though her body itself seemed mostly intact, with only a few cuts and bruises here and there.
When the two Valkyries came near, the samurai met them with a fierce glare, her eyes burning with hatred. Spittle fell onto the grass beside her as she addressed a single venomous word at them.
“Cowards.”
Ravna and Yrsa merely exchanged a look of quaint curiosity.
“Cowards,” she repeated. “The lot of you. How dare you gloat like heroes after attacking an innocent village of farmers. What have you won in exchange for their lives? A handful of supplies?” She muttered something, presumably a foul curse, in her own language before resuming in the common trade tongue. “Your kind know nothing of honor. Disgusting.”
“I can see the insignia painted on your decrepit armor, girl,” Yrsa said, unamused by her vitriol. “Wasn’t it your duty to protect this homely place? And yet your feeble forces fell in less than half a day.”
“So much for your ‘honor,’” Ravna spat.
Their insults stung like arrows in the samurai. It was true: as a nobushi, she had been tasked with defending the outer villages from foreign invaders. She had failed, had brought dishonor to her name and her banner—and their harsh words only served as a bitter reminder of that fact. But she’d be damned if she were to show it.
“You rodents may have won this battle, but I have seen your tactics. Your recklessness and lack of discipline will not win you the war. Our forces will—”
“She has quite the mouth on her,” Yrsa interrupted, not even bothering to address the samurai directly as she rolled her eyes.
“Her kind, they fight to the last. Helplessly stubborn. It’s almost admirable, in a way.”
Ravna crouched in front of the samurai, meeting her at almost eye level. “Of course, it does you no good when you’re all tied up like this, now does it? All it does is irritate me, and make me want to stuff that mouth full of something.”
Yrsa rubbed her hands together at that last comment. “Oh, I have several excellent suggestions, if you’re looking for things to silence her with.”
Ravna smirked, still locking eyes with the fallen warrior. “Oh, as do I.”
Her piercing, frost-blue eyes seemed to burn a hole right through the samurai, who faltered after a few seconds of silent gazing. She could feel her confidence waver as it struck her that these two Vikings could do absolutely anything they wanted to her. Ravna’s smirk grew ever so slightly wider, satisfied at having asserted her dominance.
“Such a pretty face.” Ravna stroked her hand along the samurai’s cheek and chin, as if she was only a piece of merchandise to inspect. “An adorable pair of lips, and a cute little button nose. All the more fun to break as we play with her, wouldn’t you agree?”
Yrsa licked her lips gleefully. “Oh, quit teasing her, Ravna. Let’s show her what she’ll be handling.”
Without another word, she began doffing the armor around her legs and waist, revealing a stunningly large cock that slowly grew even more erect, mirroring the excitement on Yrsa’s face. Sweat glistened along the impressive length of the shaft, and a heaving pair of balls hung below, ready to be worked. Yrsa’s smile grew wider as she watched the samurai’s jaw drop, clearly in awe of her massive rod—and in worrisome fear at what it might do to her.
“Sorry, sometimes I just can’t help myself.” Ravna rose and started to undo her own armor. “A little patience goes a long way, Yrsa. There’s lots of fun to be had in toying with your prey…”
“And I can’t help myself when my cock starts straining against my armor,” Yrsa said. “I don’t even like wearing underwear, you think I enjoy feeling my throbbing dick compressed against some rough leather?”
Ravna said nothing, but sighed with relief as she released her own cock from the stifling confines of her sweat-stained armor. Free from its restraints, her impressive shaft—comparable in size and girth to Yrsa’s—eagerly sprung to life. Its subtle twitches grew stronger as Yrsa reached over and handled it tenderly with one hand.
“We’ve got to work it to its full size before we can stuff her mouth full with it, don’t you think?”
Ravna smirked as her compatriot’s fingers danced along the length of her slick, sweaty cock, stimulating it to an even firmer erection. “I thought you were opposed to teasing our poor little cockslave?”
“I’m just saying, I—”
“You…you call those cocks!?” The samurai, having regained some of her composure, shouted defiantly at the two Vikings, though her voice clearly began to shake. “I…I’ve handled much larger than that in my time!”
Ravna put a hand on her hip. “Is that so?”
“I doubt it,” Yrsa threw in, scoffing.
“Whatever. I like a girl with experience.”
The two women approached the prisoner, their cocks pointing directly at her face like a pair of fearsome siege engines deploying against a fortress. But this girl’s mouth was hardly fortified, and it would take little effort to pry open those dainty lips.
“You’ll be taking the full length, tip to base, understand?” Yrsa stepped forward to close the gap, the tip of her shaft practically kissing the fallen samurai on the nose. At this distance, the musky smell of Valkyrie dick was vivid. The samurai tried to pull away, but having been tied to a pole already, there was nowhere to go. Accepting her fate, she opened her mouth in the slightest, silently praying that they’d go easy on her. But before Yrsa’s powerful cock even touched her lips, Ravna came from her right and placed two firm, meaty hands on her face, forcing open her jaw.
“Open wide, girl. Try not to choke.”
“AAAHH-GHMMMRHH!”
She was able to get about half a second of screaming out before she was cut short by Yrsa’s massive dick ramming into her mouth. Immediately, the salty taste of the Viking’s accumulated post-battle sweat overwhelmed her senses. Her tongue felt like it had just been plunged into warm ocean water, and the rude smell of unwashed bodily funk filled her nostrils from the back of her head. She reflexively tried to yelp, but with a mouth full of cock, it just came out as muffled groaning noises.
“Mmmfff, I love the way she moans on my dick…” Yrsa threw her head back, riding the initial wave of pleasure that came with inserting herself so roughly. She savored moments like these, where she could completely dominate a lesser opponent with her body, deriving pleasure from their pain. She knew that the flavor on her cock must be overpowering, drenched in several hours’ worth of sweat, both dried and fresh. And she knew damn well that the girl wasn’t “moaning,” but rather trying not to choke on the rank stench of her cock filled her nose and mouth. But it was so much more fun this way.
Ravna, with one hand still firmly on her jaw, caressed her tangled hair with the other. “You’re a natural at this, girl. It’s like you were built for pleasing heavy cocks with your mouth.” Then she turned to Yrsa. “Come on, make her gag with it. I want to see her throat bulge out from your girth.”
Yrsa bit her lip. “With pleasure…”
The fallen samurai felt the cock in her mouth surge past and threaten the wall of her throat. A painful sensation ran up her neck as she gagged. If this is all they want out of me, then so be it, she thought to herself, playing along to their depraved desires. As humiliating as it may be, if I make them cum quick, perhaps they’ll let it be over sooner.
It wasn’t easy, as the filthy smell and taste of Yrsa’s sweaty cock was intense. It had some sort of vaguely recognizable meatiness to it, like a strip of dried jerky that had been left to marinate in a sock. But within a few short minutes, the samurai found herself moving her head to match Yrsa’s rhythm, cooperating with her thrusting into her mouth. She couldn’t tell if she was necessarily enjoying it; Yrsa’s salty flavor was too potent to mentally block out, especially as it seemed to fill her entire oral cavity with every thrust. When she exhaled through her nostrils (with no other choice, as her mouth was busy taking a full-sized cock from base to tip), she could practically feel the salty residue of her breath clinging to the back of her nose. It wasn’t a comfortable feeling, to say the least.
Ravna’s grin grew wider. “Oh, look at that, she’s learning. I don’t even think I need to be gripping her jaw.” She released her iron-grip hands, and nodded approvingly when the samurai continued to dutifully suck on Yrsa’s musky cock. “Hah, is that all it takes to break a noble warrior? One big, sweaty sausage, sliding in and out of your lips and tickling the back of your throat?”
Yrsa groaned in enjoyment. “Her tongue…feels wonderful…I can feel her trying to clean me off as I push into her mouth…”
Ravna got behind Yrsa and chuckled. “Well, lucky for you, my hands just got freed up,” she said, sliding one hand between Yrsa’s thighs as she did so. Yrsa gasped as she felt Ravna’s fingers wrapping gently around her balls and fondling them. The extra stimulation began pushing Yrsa towards orgasm, her balls churning like a simmering pot about to boil over.
“Mmm, my sweet, sexy Yrsa, I can feel you shaking from the pleasure,” Ravna teased, her hand working at just the right pace – not too fast, not too slow, and never speeding up or slowing down. She was going to bring Yrsa right over the edge. “I can feel you thrusting harder into our dear little prisoner’s mouth. Does she feel that good?”
“Fuck, yes, Ravna, you wouldn’t believe how good this feels right now. You’ve got quite some talent, girl…”
“And you.” Ravna turned her blue eyes to the samurai on her knees. “Pathetic excuse for a warrior. How does my friend taste? How is her sweat dripping down the back of your throat, her musty stench filling your entire head? How does it feel as the full length of her rock-hard shaft slides in and out of your gullet, marking her territory with her bodily odor? Isn’t this a much more suited role for you, stupid girl?”
There was no sense in talking with her mouth full, so she continued to fight down her gagging as Yrsa’s dick began moving faster and faster. Within seconds, Yrsa’s whole body tensed up.
“Nngh–aaaah, fuck…!”
With one final thrust, Yrsa slammed herself into the deepest reaches of the samurai’s mouth, painting the back wall with her seed. The poor girl could feel the sticky mess globbing up her throat, pumping one, two, three, four, five times in total. Its load spent, Yrsa’s cock slid out of her mouth, leaving a bead of cum on the outside of her lips as the tip kissed her on the way out. Yrsa took a few steps back, panting. “Good girl, taking all my cum like that…”
The samurai wanted to hack and gag, but Ravna was quick to clamp her hands down on her jaw again. “Don’t even think about spitting it out. Be a good girl and swallow.”
She tried to glare at her, but it came out as a softened, almost pitiful look of defeat. With great effort, she swallowed, feeling a sweaty, sticky mess coating her the entire length of her throat as it slid down. She closed her eyes and began breathing heavily, trying to recover.
Of course, there was no reprieve to be had—not if the Viking ladies had anything to say about it. Ravna’s hand came round again, this time from directly in front. The samurai felt her fingers clamped along the top of her head as her palm pushed her head up, locking it into place against the hard metal pole behind her.
“My turn,” Ravna said. “Don’t even think about making me wait any longer. I want to use that cute little mouth myself.”
The samurai, powerless to protest at all, merely opened her mouth again. The tip of Ravna’s cock pressed against the edge of her lips, letting her get a quick taste before Ravna crudely pushed it into her mouth, which was still a little sticky with the leftover cum splattered all over the inside.
She had braced herself for another wave of potent smell and flavor, but she hadn’t been prepared to deal with something like this. Ravna’s slick cock, and her overall bodily odor in general, had a distinctively fishy texture to it. If sardines could sweat, this was exactly how that would taste. The denigrated samurai grimaced with her mouth full, the throbbing sea-salty dick sliding in and out of her.
“It looks like you cleaned the sweat and grime off of my friend’s dick quite thoroughly,” Ravna said. “I expect the same dedication and service for me, you worm.”
Intending no mercy for her cocktaker, Ravna began to pick up the pace, and soon was slamming into her throat just like Yrsa did. Both her breathing and her balls grew heavy with each vigorous pump, eager to punish the so-called warrior below her with her girthy cock.
“You know…” Ravna sighed, putting one hand out in front of her to lean against the pole. “...If you had just surrendered to us, instead of facing us in battle, we wouldn’t be so sweaty right now, would we?” The hand came down to grasp her head, so that Ravna was now holding her with both hands.
“Really, you only have yourself to blame…”
Ravna began fucking her face at full throttle, thrusting with her hips and slamming her head back. This was even more forceful than Yrsa’s thrusts; while Yrsa had given the samurai enough space to let her follow the rhythm, bobbing her head up and down with some sensuality, Ravna provided no such quarter. She seemed completely apathetic towards the girl’s ability to keep up. Her face was mashed repeatedly into Ravna’s crotch, where a mess of tangled red pubic hair pricked her brow and nose. That fiery crotch had been soaked in its own fishy sweat stink, filling her nostrils with its dreadful stench and renewing her disgust. With how damp it was, it almost felt like she was being waterboarded, except with the water from the puddles at a fish market. The big wet fleshy thing pounding into the back of her throat certainly didn’t help her efforts to stop gagging. A range of sloppy noises came out of her, far beyond her control. Her mouth belonged to the Valkyries now.
“Mmmm…Are you ready, cockslave? I…I think I’m going to cum soon…”
The samurai had no idea how many minutes had passed, but she welcomed an end to this brutal facefucking. Ravna’s fingers tightened along the sides of her skull as her head flew back and her hips slammed forward, pinning the girl between her crotch and the wooden pole at her back. Sweat-stained pubic hairs curled up and around her nostrils while a thick load of cum shot into the deepest reaches of her throat, forcing its way down before she even had a chance to voluntarily swallow it. Ravna’s lower half pressed against her face for several stinking seconds before she sighed and released her, stumbling back as the wave of ecstasy crashed over her.
Tears streaked down the captive’s face as she nursed her bruised throat and aching jaw. Ravna had completely wrecked her mouth, using her head like an inanimate sex toy—all while rubbing her awful fishy stench all over her face. She could feel droplets of sweat smeared all over her face that were definitely not her own. And the thick, gooey cum that blasted past her mouth and right into her throat was clinging to its walls, too sticky and messy to properly swallow, leaving residue all over her insides like a tangle of kelp. Even if she could wash away the stink of two filthy Vikings, the assault on her senses would definitely leave a permanent stain in her memory.
Unfortunately for the fallen samurai, Yrsa jumped in front of Ravna, shoving her aside. “No time to rest, girl. My turn again.”
Her heart sank. I thought I was done…
She looked on with apprehension as Yrsa began to turn, her erect cock swinging around until it was out of her view. Instead, she was faced with Yrsa’s bare ass, two pale bulging curves with more sweat dribbling down their surface. Immediately, a heavy smell struck her nostrils, which had barely even recovered from being drenched in the damp stink of Ravna’s slippery crotch. This time, it smelled heavily of shit, rich with overtones of well-digested meat and beans. She recoiled as Yrsa reached behind and spread her big beefy buttocks, opening up her rancid asscrack. The odor instantly became twice as intense, and worse, she now had a front-row seat to her exposed, puckering asshole. It looked foul, sitting in its own special pool of filthy sweat and probably various other secretions that she didn’t even want to think about. Her heart sank as Yrsa backed up with her thick asscheeks still spread wide. The stench grew stronger and stronger with every inch.
“You talk too much,” Yrsa simply said as she lowered herself.
The samurai found herself in a new dimension of torment as the wretched smell of Yrsa’s sweaty, greasy, unwashed ass lay right on her nose and lips. The smell of sweat-soaked cock was downright pleasant by comparison. She could smell everything the Viking had eaten lately—beans, root vegetables, maybe some mushrooms, and a whole lot of meat—and their fetid aftereffects on her digestive system were swirling around inside her nostrils. She tried holding her breath, despite knowing that it wouldn’t last very long, but even that was useless. With nowhere else to go, the horrendous stench creeped its way into her nose and poisoned her senses.
Things got even worse as Yrsa began to grind her sloppy cheeks up and down, leaving some kind of nasty residue as her crack rubbed all over her victim’s face. Even with her lips sealed shut, the smell was so strong that she felt like she could taste it.
“Sure, my cock feels pretty clean, but what about my ass?” Yrsa teased, continuing to grind her sweaty crack all over the poor girl’s face. “It needs cleaning, too.”
A few seconds passed in silence. The samurai’s facial features, still locked in a grimace, began to feel Yrsa’s asshole moving and puckering even more.
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“Ahh…That means start licking, girl.”
She was caught completely off guard as her face was bathed in a hot, beefy gust of wind. Noxious fumes blew into her nose while droplets of ass sweat sputtered all over her, hitting her with several awful sensations at once. She gagged and retched, trembling against Yrsa’s big thick ass locking her in place.
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“Didn’t you hear me? I said start licking. I want to feel that senseless tongue gliding along my asscrack. And don’t expect me to hold back my rancid gas, either. I’ll be ripping ass as much as I like.”
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Two more wet, sloppy farts bubbled across her face, coating it in a thin layer of rank grime. It was truly vile, and she felt like she was drowning in the horrendous stench after three farts in a row. Her lungs simply wouldn’t clear up, like a nasty fog had settled in and wasn’t going anywhere. Her nose itself was starting to feel numb, being so trapped and wedged between Yrsa’s tight, hefty buttocks, but that wasn’t sparing her from the smell.
Cautiously, hoping to lessen the brutality of her stink-based punishment by satiating her captors’ demands, she opened her mouth and pushed her tongue out. It only made it about an inch forward before it hit upon the abhorrent taste of Yrsa’s sweat-stained, barely-washed ass. She flicked it upwards, quickly reaching the puckering epicenter of all the meaty gas currently sitting in her lungs.
“Mm, there we go. Now, was that so hard?”
Frankly, it was. Her tongue slid along the outside of Yrsa’s asshole back and forth, slipping along on a layer of something greasy and foul. The raw taste of her ass started at the tip of her tongue, but quickly seemed to fill her whole mouth, overtaking the taste of stale cum that preceded it. It was mostly salty like the sweat she expected, but also sour and with even a hint of sweetness. Her jaw was still sore from the two successive facefuckings she endured, but still she powered through. It was nasty, it was painful, and above all, it was terribly humiliating, to be cleaning out the filthiest part of this greasy Valkyrie. It would have been bad enough on its own, but Yrsa wasn’t content without tainting her air supply even further. She ripped ass again, sending a violent gurgling noise through her ass and choking the girl.
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“Ahh…I can feel her tears smearing all over my ass. Or is that my sweat?” Yrsa’s sinister laugh reverberated down her body and echoed down her prisoner’s ears. “Hard to tell.”
In the distance, muffled through several inches of ass, she heard Ravna whistle. “Damn, Yrsa,” she was saying. “Those are some fucking intense farts! I would not want to be down there right now, holy fuck, I can practically taste it from over here!”
“The hunters at the southern camp had a great haul of boar meat last week,” Yrsa said, chuckling. “You missed it. I’ve been pigging out for the past few days. What can I say? Preparing for a battle involves loading up on plenty of meat.”
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Yrsa loosened another sloppy-sounding blast onto her slave’s upper lip, who groaned as it sent bubbles of head-spinningly nauseating gas right up her nose. She felt the stench clinging to her face like a thin wet cloth, amplified by the swampy conditions of Yrsa’s damp, nasty asscrack. Nonetheless, she tried to shake it off, resuming her careful rimming along her asshole, trying not to gag at the buildup of hot, steamy farts befouling her airways.
“Lucky you. I’ve just been having the same old fish rations. Though, of course, I also loaded up on food in preparation for today.” Ravna’s voice grew a little louder, indicating that she was getting a few steps closer to the action.
Yrsa’s reply made her captive shudder under her. “Ooh, she’s definitely not going to like being between your cheeks, either. Those rations always give you some real greasy farts.”
“Don’t I know it. I can feel my guts rumbling as we speak. There’s an entire storm building up inside.”
“Why wait?” Yrsa began to peel her big round cheeks off of the samurai’s face, but then slammed her ass right back in place, as if she had changed her mind. “Ooh, sorry, just a sec. I’ve got a mean one cooking…”
“Go right ahead.” Ravna’s smirk was audible in her voice.
“Hhrngh!”
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Yrsa’s giant ass sounded the raid horn again, this time with unprecedented ferocity. This monster fart ravaged its way all over her victim’s face, throwing an ungodly amount of stink right into her open mouth and her helpless nostrils. Toxic steam spewed out from around the edges of her face, the excess gas spilling through the cracks of the imperfect seal between face and butt. Still, the majority of it was packed into that miniscule space between her nose and her mouth, flowing inside her body against her will. She struggled against her bonds to no avail, and screamed her agony into Yrsa’s ass, which only replied with a second, smaller puff of gas.
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“Ahhh…”
“Fucking–” Ravna coughed. “You weren’t kidding, holy shit. That smells like a boar carcass rotting in the sun.”
“Imagine what it’s like for her back there,” Yrsa commented, reaching behind her and pulling the girl’s face in even deeper. “Mmgh, can you hear her gagging?”
“I sure can. I don’t blame her, damn…”
“Anyways, like I was saying.” Yrsa beckoned for Ravna to come closer. “Come round the other side, and you can cut loose into her, too. Let’s see just how bad we can make it for the worthless thing.”
“You want me to blow my stink into the back of her head? Yeah, I don’t think so. I want to feel her gagging against my asshole, too.” Ravna started to roll her eyes, but something caught her attention. She looked up, grinning. “Oh, I think I have a better idea.”
Yrsa followed her gaze. She furrowed her brow. “The flag?”
“I mean, we were going to tear it down to wipe our sweaty asses. But how about we…Hang on, let me just…”
If she had been hearing this an hour ago—the suggestion of using her banner as a mere sweat rag—the samurai might have blown into a furious rage, channeling her anger into her blade. But in the last hour, a lot had happened. And right now, her mind was poisoned with some of the most putrid farts she had ever witnessed. Her throat was sore from reckless use, and thoroughly coated in the aftermath of two sticky loads of cum. Her mouth was preoccupied with swirling around a Viking’s ass, sucking down its vile sweat and grease and who knows what else. And her nose was being bombarded with stench. So she just kept on dutifully tonguing and hoped for the best.
“Hang on, Yrsa, come off her for a minute.”
Yrsa groaned as she pulled her fat, meaty ass away with an incredibly wet shlap. The samurai squinted at the sudden light streaming into her eyes, and her mouth hung open, grateful for the brief respite as she tried to suck down some clean air. It wasn’t exactly untainted, as Yrsa’s rapid-fire face farting had created some sort of misty aura around her head, almost like a low-hanging cloud surrounding her. But this was still ten times better than being at ground zero of a series of violently bubbly farts, so she took as many deep breaths as she could.
“Oh, shit, her face is fucking drenched.”
“Good.” Yrsa folded her arms, not quite satisfied. “What is this?”
Ravna threw the flag around the samurai as she explained. “I want to see if we can create a little steamer. Seal her in, pump farts into the cloth, so she’s forced to breathe in every last morsel we give her.”
Yrsa nodded along, a smile spreading across her lips. “Ooh, okay, I’m liking this…”
The samurai barely heard any of this as she gasped like a fish out of water. But she certainly registered the fact that her whole head was now fully covered with what was once her dear banner, bearing her noble symbol. And she definitely began to pick up on what was happening when she felt both their foul asses pressing against her, one from in front and the other from behind. The heaving, jiggling cheeks closed in and sealed her between two sweaty assholes, while a makeshift hood covered most of her head. Her break was over.
“On three, Yrsa?”
“Oh, fuck off. I’m gassy now.”
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Yrsa wasted no time as she broke wind yet again, unleashing a lengthy and devastating fart into the cloth hood, soaking part of it in her bubbling ass sweat and filling its interior with the smell of a beef stew gone horribly wrong. The samurai could do little else but watch as her tormentor’s big, round, pale ass blasted her with equal parts toxic gas and salty spray, from a distance of mere inches.
Ravna laughed. “Well, then. Time to really turn up the heat.”
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“Oh, fuck, that’s good…” She sighed as she ripped ass directly into the back of the samurai’s head. The overwhelming stink of oily fish burned her lungs, tag-teaming her senses alongside the smell of Yrsa’s oppressive boar-meat farts. The vast amount of protein in their diet was self-evident in their gag-inducing stench, which was now rapidly collecting inside the tied cloth. She was trapped with the stench, so that even if she could only choke down a little bit at a time, the remainder continued to accumulate, waiting for her to take her next strained breath.
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“HCK—! PLEASE, SLOWER! I—I CAN’T—“
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Yrsa cackled as Ravna rewarded her pleas with a massive gust of foul fishy gas, spraying even more butt grease and sweat as she broke wind. “If you can beg, that means your lungs aren’t full of our farts yet.”
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A nonstop cacophony of coughing, gagging, and raucous, bubbly farting ensued within the tight confines of the hood. Neither Valkyrie had any intention of “going easy” on their fartsucker compressed between their jiggling cheeks, and they had truly been building up their own toxic storm inside them for hours now. Yrsa continued to spew massive volumes of eye-watering spoiled-meat stink, while Ravna blasted increasingly wetter farts that turned the air into a salty, greasy nightmare.
At least a hundred fetid ass rips must have been packed into the samurai’s makeshift dutch oven by the time Yrsa suddenly broke away, her hand stroking her throbbing cock.
“Yrsa?”
“Mngh, don’t stop. Keep blasting her stupid face with your horrid farts, Ravna. I can’t hold back any longer. I need to cum again.“ She turned around, pulling on her own rock-solid cock with frantic fingers. The fart-soaked girl beneath them was weakly panting, every breath inside her cloth prison dense with the smell of digested meat and fish and beans. “Fuck, Ravna, I love the way your juicy ass just swallows half her head. Do you even need the cloth?”
“I will if you start stuffing her mouth with your fat cock,” Ravna retorted. “She’s only going to be able to breathe through her nose now.”
“Even better.” Yrsa felt under the cloth and grabbed the girl’s chin with one rough hand, pulling down to open her mouth. “Wider, girl. There. Just like last time. Let’s put that tongue to good use, too.”
The Viking immediately began thrusting, craving the wet oral pleasure as her friend continued to desecrate the girl’s lungs with unending butt blasts. Just as they said, with her sore jaw currently occupied with a girthy meatstick (which had, in the interim, already worked up another briny sweat), the retch-worthy gas filled her nostrils again and again. Now, she had two very potent reasons to be gagging and heaving. Yrsa and her vigorous facefucking, of course, paid none of this any attention, at least for a little while longer.
Ravna’s ass, thick with powerful glute muscles and just the right amount of fat to round out her juicy curves, was cutting loose at a near-constant pace now. It was like she was desperate to get all the pent-up gas out, her buttocks flapping in the incessant foul wind. The sounds of her victim’s gagging, muffled behind a layer of stifling cloth and a large sweaty hog swishing in and out of it, only turned her on even more. She quietly began stroking herself to the sensation. Her ass pushed back against Yrsa’s pounding cock, reinforcing the pressure from both sides—the repeated slamming into her mouth from one end, the violent rumbles of steamy gas from the other.
PPPRRRVRRRRLLPPGRRRRRGLLRRPRLLRRT
FFRRPPPPRRROOOOORRGRLMMBRRLRLLLPLLPPRT
“Ugh…” Yrsa pulled her head away from the growing cloud of fishy stink. “Sniff harder, you stupid bitch!”
“Sorry,” Ravna said playfully. “Too much all at once? Should I slow it down?”
“Do whatever you want, Ravna, but don’t slow down for my sake. It’s not our fault her lungs are so fragile. Fuck, that’s rancid…”
Ravna took her hand off her cock and reached behind her, clamping down on the fabric as her butt left from under the cloth hood. The seal remained fairly intact, as the samurai was practically being broiled alive in a sea of rampant farts under the sweltering sun. Ravna deftly tied a knot to secure the musky fart chamber in place, although the stink was leaking out enough to generate a nauseating aura anyway.
Yrsa stopped thrusting, leaving her massive cock halfway in the girl’s mouth. “I said you don’t have to—“
“I heard. I have needs, too, you know. Ripping ass into her hair gets dull after awhile.” Ravna moved over next to her fellow Valkyrie. “You’ve had your time, I want her mouth on mine now.”
“Fuck off, at least wait til I finish! She only has one mouth!”
Ravna’s eyes lit up. “You know what, never mind. Just scooch over.”
“What are you—“
“She may only have one mouth, but it sure seems big enough, doesn’t it?” She bared her teeth in a venomous grin at Yrsa, who laughed maliciously.
“Oh, you are just full of sinister ideas today, Ravna…”
The samurai was in danger of losing consciousness as she was forced to continue inhaling a deathly stench that just wouldn’t dissipate around her. Every breath was equally disgusting, filling her with that same meaty, fishy, greasy stink that was now staining every inch of her insides, down to her very core. They must have pumped her full of gas for hours by now, with their sweaty, sticky asses. She could feel herself fading slowly from exhaustion in the amplified heat of the fart-filled hotbox.
So when the two Viking cocks slammed into her mouth, threatening to tear the corners of her once-dainty but now thoroughly ruined lips, it rudely jolted her back awake. Her breathing unfortunately kicked up a notch as she became more alert, and the Valkyries made sure to pound the back of her throat even harder, determined to punish her in the harshest of terms. The two women slammed their pubic sweat into her face from either side, punching the back of her throat at the same time. Sweat smeared across her brow and cheeks.
“I…I think I’m arriving…at another…hmnh…”
“Oh, me too, this is going to be another huge load…”
Ravna clutched her friend’s shoulder to stabilize herself as she made yet another devilish suggestion. “I…I want to spray her tits with it. I want to see her pathetic breasts covered.”
Yrsa nodded. “You’ve already raised the white flag, girl. Why don’t we paint your armor and body to match?”
With clumsy, overeager fingers, Ravna reached down and pried the samurai’s breastplate apart using her enviable strength. Seconds later, she pulled her lengthy cock right out of her mouth and rubbed it, pointing the twitching tip at her exposed breasts.
As their target felt her chest getting coated with streaks of hot, thick cum, her exhausted nose could pick up on the heavy scent of their loads smeared across her breasts. The smell reminded her of the peculiar sensation in her throat, which was still uncomfortably sticky from the first two loads of cum that failed to slide all the way down her gullet.
Ravna sighed, satisfied for the time being. “Haah…and now…Now she can go back to gulping down sweet lungfuls of that terrible gas that we pumped in there.”
Yrsa laughed weakly, still recovering from her own orgasm. “Hear that, girl? You better be filtering that toxic air in there. Give me a second, and I’ll refill your little helmet with more rotten farts…”
Ravna half-stumbled over as she planted her ass back into the cloth, panting heavily. “Let me keep your seat warm for you.”
PPPHRRFFFRRRRRRPPRRLLGGRGPRGRRRPPT
“HHRGRRCK—!”
“Shut up and sniff.”
“Actually, I really like it when she chokes on the stink.”
“Hahah, honestly, I do too…”
FFGRPPBRRRRRROOOOOOOORRRLLGGRGRRLRPLLRPRPLLRPLPT
And so the assault on the samurai’s sense of smell and taste continued, suffering under a truly fearsome volume of sticky cum, intense farts, and salty sweat. The sadistic, obscene Vikings would not let up for hours more, until the sun was setting on the horizon, until their bubbling guts were completely emptied of their rancid farts, until their thrall was left absolutely soaked in their thick stench from head to toe.