By: SuperBeak
It had already been another long day at the office and it was only half over, though some ultimately found their work a succubus to be an endless stream of satisfaction and gratification, others… did not. Such as a well seasoned succubus named, Saraith. Saraith, as a succubus, was a rare type. Unlike Belle and most others, she did not have a respective color, rather than her skin being a light shade of red or a somewhat dull blue, purple, etc, she was an eye watering, beautiful shade of peach. She had long, smooth black hair that under the right light, you’d swear sparkled like a clear night’s sky. She was also well endowed, having large voluptuous breasts and an hourglass figure fit for a queen. Her iconic, succubus twin horns were of the perfect size too, not too long, not too short, not too thick or too thin. Also unlike most succubi, she didn’t dress too risque either. Her outfits usually consisted of gorgeous, hand-sewn dresses made from only the finest of materials, their designs both risque but conservative, balancing just the right amount of class and sexy.
As mentioned before, she hadn’t felt the same satisfaction in her job as some of the others. In the beginning, when she had first started working for The Succubusiness Inc, she loved it. Whether it was due to the state of the world at the time or just her drop dead gorgeous looks combined with an unbelievably sadistic and domineering personality that’d put most mistresses to shame, she experienced what she would call “euphoric sessions” on the daily, but now… that time had come to pass. Whether she had just become out of touch with the modern day or maybe the things that people liked had moved on, she found herself having less and less satisfactory encounters. With her sessions from the “Ember” app usually causing her to roll her eyes as the client made their request. Before it was an absolute trip of long, hard, satisfying sex, night after night. But now, her requests usually consisted of… her barely being touched.
“Can you believe it?” Saraith sighed, slumping over in a breakroom chair. “Not one, ONE of my last clients even wanted to fuck…”
Belle, who had walked into the breakroom on lunch, was only partially listening, her eyes fixated on a broccoli, mac and cheese casserole spinning around and around in the microwave. Her tail wagged back and forth eagerly, having waited to taste this casserole for quite some time.
“I mean… I don’t see the problem…” Belle replied, looking back at her sulking colleague. “Less work for you, right?”
“But Belle… you don’t understaaaaaand… I don’t just want their energy, I want SEX! I want it to be hot and steamy, rough and sweaty… I want that satisfied feeling and that pathetic whimpering they make as they squirm from the pleasure I am allowing them to feel.”
Belle pulled her meal out of the microwave before looking back at her colleague again, who had sprawled herself over the table in a “damsel in distress”-like manner.
“Saraith…” Belle sighed, pushing Saraith back towards her chair to make room for her to sit and eat. “I s-still think you’re ex-exaggerating a little.”
Saraith, who was finally sitting upright, rested both her elbows on the table, closed her eyes, and despite Belle’s fixation on food, continued to complain.
“How am I exaggerating… look... the last three clients I had… oh my lord lucifer in hell below… they were so awful.”
“H-how…?” Belle asked, her mouth full of steaming hot casserole.
“Well… the first one… that man just wanted to have a look at my feet… didn’t even touch them, just stared at them for a few minutes, blew his load into a sock, and said he was satisfied and sent me back… The next guy, well he just wanted to smell my feet… didn’t even touch them either, just smelled em, blew his load into his own pants! Without touching himself, I might add… and then sent me back… And I don’t even want to talk about the third one, just know it was somehow more disappointing than the last two…”
“W-well… I gu–”
Saraith cut her off, continuing on about the third client despite her last statement.
“That last guy, big guy… “tough guy,” you’d think…. You’d think… that he knew how to satisfy a woman… well he lasted about ten seconds… insisted on a condom… despite me telling him I can’t get pregnant unless I’d wanted to… so I didn’t even get to feel any of that…”
“W-well… I–”
“Just like that!” Saraith exclaimed, cutting poor Belle off for the second time. She motioned her fingers to mimic vaginal penetration. “Stuck it in, blew his load, said he was satisfied and was done… He even had the gall to ask me if it was good! Of course it wasn’t good! I didn’t even move!”
“I-I don’t know what to tell you…” Belle said, finally being allowed to speak. “I get clients like that all the time… though maybe a b-bit more on the grosser side.”
“Grosser side?”
“Yeah… farts and… m-more.”
“O-oh… is… is that… pleasurable to you…?”
“I mean… a-a little?”
“What do you mean… a little?”
“It is a uhh… a little satisfying I guess… to have people beneath me… inhaling my gas or consuming my… wastes…” Belle said, blushing profusely.
“Huh… do…do they enjoy that kind of thing?”
“I-I mean… they have to… I guess…? But I know you’re n-not really about that…”
“What are you implying, Belle~?” Saraith chuckled, leaning forward.
“Well… I know t-torturing is-is… more… y-your thing…”
“I… I can torture… hmmm…” Saraith put a palm up to her chin, thinking deeply.
It was insane, at least ten years had gone by since she’d started her job at The Succubusiness… and she’d never encountered or even thought about using her… bodily expulsions and smells… to torture someone.
“I… I’ve never thought about that… so… what do you exactly do?”
Belle looked upwards, thinking about it.
“Errmmm… well… you… can sit on their face… or… you can umm… fart in their nose… their mouth… p-plenty of ways to t-torture them really… s-s-since that’s what you’re into…”
“Hmm…” Saraith leaned forward more, her interest a little more than piqued. “Tell me more…”
“H-huh?!” Belle gasped, a little surprised that such a high leveled, classy succubus like Saraith would even consider doing things as dirty as her. “Y-you… want to try it…?”
“I’m going to be real with you, Belle… at this point… I’m desperate for some kind of release…” She said, reaching a hand down to her own womanhood, allowing herself to be vulnerable for a moment. She grabbed one of her own breasts out of the blue, playfully fondling her own nipple whilst her other hand poked and rubbed against her clit through her panties.
“Ahn~” She moaned. “Y-you see… Belle? I-I’m so desperate for a good time… so please… tell me what to do…”
Belle sat back, confused.
“A-are y-you really… that… pent up?”
“Yes! For the love of Satan, YES!” Saraith jumped up, nearly tipping the table over as the loud smack of her hands clapping against the surface of the table rang throughout the entire breakroom.
“O-okay… I-I mean… If you really want to…”
Saraith sat back down, leaning forward as her colleague rambled on.
“F-fart…a-a-and…scat… t-torture… it’s… interesting… the people… the people who are into it like… t-things to be more… d-dirty…” Belle blushed, thinking back on a lot of her past clients. “Y-you can make them… sniff… your butt… your farts… or…or…”
“Or…?”
“Or y-you… can have them… t-take them… by mouth…”
“By… mouth?” Saraith asked, looking concerned but blushing all the same.
“O-oh… y-yes… having them… take it by mouth… feels good…” Belle said, closing her eyes as she fantasized, she bit her lip as she reminisced on some of the good moments she’d had of her own. “I-it… it feels… e-especially.. Mhmm~ good… when they… k-kiss… your most vile hole… so tenderly~”
“S-so… they enjoy this…?”
“Mhm~” Belle said, rubbing her own butt as she continued to eat, her mind now completely wandering into the depths of her own lustful memories. “It… it’s… mmf… I like w-when… they m-make out… with m-my… hole…”
“Belle…”
“Mmmfgh~ so…so good… w-when they t-tongue me… as I-I fart…”
“B-Belle…?”
“Ah~ So… w-wet… a-a-and… warm…”
“Beeellle~?”
“W-warm… tongues… m-moist… w-wet… farts… mhmmmfff~”
“Belle…?”
Saraith only facepalmed, as it appears as her own lust seemed to have rubbed off a bit, as Belle continued fantasizing for at least several minutes. She continued on in short bursts of verbiage… not a coherent sentence in sight, just lustful, dirty rambling.
“Mhmmm~ Ahn~!”
“EARTH TO BELLE…” Saraith finally interrupted, having watched about as much of this as she could take. She stood up, tapping Belle on the forehead. “EARTH TO BELLE, Are you in there?!”
“H-huh? W-wha–?”
As Belle was finally broken out of her lustful trance, she looked up, seeing a rather… discontented look on Saraith’s face, as she sat back down and crossed her arms.
“O-oh… uhm.. S-sorry…”
“It’s fine… so is there anything else…?”
“W-well… m-most of my clients… like when I don’t s-shower for a… a while…”
“Seriously?”
“Y-yeah… a-and… they w-want… me to be… sweaty…like… r-really… really… sweaty…”
“And these people are… just men… or…?”
“N-no… women too…”
Saraith seemed puzzled, though not too surprised, she figured that there were some dirty, submissive women out there too. Although… maybe not quite this dirty…
“And… they enjoy this smell?”
Belle rubbed her own butt again.
“W-well… Some do… I-I t-think… others hate it… b-but… they like the humiliation.”
“Hmm… y’know, Belle. I think I might give this a try…” She said, nodding in a somewhat… reluctant agreement. “Any other recommendations…?”
“E-eat… meat, dairy… err… broccoli and cheese… stuff like that… mexican especially… usually makes me really gassy… makes the s-smell… so much worse too… s-since… y-you’re into torture… that’ll usually… make it worse for them…”
“Hmm… mexican… got it… is that about it?”
“S-scat…?”
“Hmm..? Scat…?”
“Y-yeah…” Belle fidgeted, unsure of how Saraith would react. “P-people… are… uhmm… into that kind of thing… also.”
“You can’t be serious… really?”
Belle wasn’t at all surprised at Saraith’s initial disgust, figuring that a classy succubi such as herself wouldn’t have even thought about doing something as taboo as scat play.
“Y-yeah..” She stuttered, averting her gaze from what she felt were judgemental eyes.
“Y-you do this?”
“Y-yeah…”
Belle’s face flushed a dark blue, blushing profusely, somewhat embarrassed and very… very ashamed.
“What do they…?”
“T-they u-uhm… eat it.”
“They eat it?!”
“Y-yeah… they eat it… I-I h-hate to admit it b-but… I… I like when t-they eat it… I-I u-usually force them to…”
“Force them to…? H-how…?!”
Belle shuffled a little in her seat, unable to contain her embarrassment.
“Y-yeah…”
Belle was expecting a scolding of some kind, or further judgment… but to her surprise, as she looked up, Saraith appeared to be… open… to the idea.
“U-usually… I er… use a f-funnel… or… I sit d-directly on their mouth… j-just any way t-to keep them from… sp-spitting it out or… throwing it up…”
Saraith rubbed her chin. Given this new information, she wasn’t sure on how to feel, whether she was turned on at the thought of tormenting and humiliating someone in such a manner, or disgusted by it. Either way, she was curious… and desperate.
“So… okay… huh…” Saraith was in deep thought, thinking about what Belle had suggested, attempting to picture what she would do in her own mind.
“Hmm… Ooh~” She perked up, as her imagination finally concocted her ideal scenario, blasting images through her mind in rapid succession, only serving to fuel her lust-endowed fire even further..
“Ooommph~”
She finally felt it again.
The passion…
The warmth…
That same tender hotness…
The lust…
She hadn’t felt it for quite some time, especially while only fantasizing. The last time she’d felt like this was when she was still green, learning the tricks of the trade in becoming a successful succubus. Though she was quite experienced both with men and women, her heart… or rather… her “lust” preferred women. Saraith had always been a rather… sadistic dominatrix and if there were any two types she loved to torture the most, it was either the rich and powerful women, or innocent ones who were in way too deep over their heads… and this new revelation, or rather… taboo ideas that she’d once ignored, were now reigniting that old lust hidden within her.
She could almost feel it herself.
Given the sudden reemergence of this long missed feeling, she couldn’t help herself, rubbing her butt a little as she imagined her own ideal scenarios. There were two; A rich, powerful but desperate CEO, willing to succumb to anything to release pent up sexual frustration. Saraith would pin her down in her own office, forcing her to lick her sweat clean as she pumped her full of gas… or… A cute, young, really innocent girl, bullied by stench and sweat into a corner, whimpering helplessly as she gagged on Saraith’s stink.
Though, she’d focus on the latter. Her lustful, demented mind had already laid out her plans before she’d known it. A young, cute blonde… maybe just joining the workforce, in college, or something around that “young adult” age. Said blonde would be unbelievably innocent, not yet introduced into the “adult” world and most definitely unfamiliar with the deep, dark world of hardcore fetishes. Saraith would seduce her, teasing her, playing with her questioning mind as she gave her pleasure beyond her wildest dreams… and before she’d finish? She’d be smothered in the deep, swampy crevice of Saraith’s posterior, begging for fresh air only to have to huff up the stale, sweaty scent and then further tortured by release of built up, noxious fumes. She would then get her hopes up, coercing her into licking, digging her tongue deep into every fold on Saraith’s pucker whilst it pumped out fart after fart… Once Saraith was close? She’d empty out all of her nasty, horrid waste right down that poor blonde’s throat, climaxing to the sounds of the poor girl gagging and coughing as she swallowed it down, her stomach being pumped full of the worst substance that Saraith’s body could create.
Saraith was honestly upset that she’d never thought of this before… It was like a whole new door of pleasure presented itself in front of her, just waiting to be opened.
She had to try this at once.
“Belle…” Saraith sighed, finally coming back to her more rational senses.
“Mhm..?”
“I think… I think I’m going to try this~”
“Y-you… y-you are…?”
Saraith nodded, patting her cheeks as she tried to hide her own fluster.
“W-when a-are you planning?”
“Hmm… maybe my next day off?”
Saraith thought about that for a moment… When was her next day off exactly? Standing up, she pushed in her chair, looking at Belle continuing to devour her food.
“Thanks for the idea, Belle~” She said, softly patting the very top of Belle’s head, making sure Belle knew just how appreciated she was. “I’m going to find Amanda, ask her about my schedule…”
“Okay~” Belle looked up, smiling at her friend as she left. “See you~”
With a simple wave, Saraith left the breakroom, prancing off to find their secretary. Though that wouldn’t take long, as Miranda, the secretary on their floor of the office, was at her desk, frantically sorting through summon requests and other forms. With tower of Babel sized stacks of paper every which direction, Saraith approached cautiously, hoping not to knock anything over.
“Uhmm… Miranda?”
Miranda was an odd one, at Succubusiness Inc. She was a succubus herself of course, but she didn’t put herself on the summoning registry, despite the whole point of her existence being feeding off of sexual energy. Though quite a few others had attempted to talk her into becoming a “field agent” so to speak, she never budged. Which came off as quite a shame to most, seeing as she had the looks and personality to match. She had long, smooth, bright pink hair, which contrasted against her pale pink skin. Her horns were a similar pink too, rather than the typical dark red, black, or blue of most.
Her figure? Perfectly proportioned for those who like decently but not overly endowed women, though most would never see it, as she kept herself wrapped up in business casual attire most of the time.
Her personality? Most would describe her as a nerd but with a hint of childlike whimsy. Oftentimes finding her nerding out about the next show or next comic or otherwise. Though sexually, she was shy… too shy even… having been born a succubus and still being a virgin, she was a needle in a haystack.
It wasn’t that she wasn’t interested in sex, more so she could never bring herself to actually interact with a human long enough to engage in any form of intercourse. Despite this, she found herself working at Succubusiness Inc. as a secretary rather than a field agent, and despite the mountains of papers and summoning requests that always seem to populate her working area, she enjoyed her job.
Like a hedgehog peeking out of its burrow, Miranda responded to the call, her head popping out from under a massive mound of summoning requests.
“Oh hi, Saraith!” She said, looking up. “What can I help you with?”
Saraith shrugged, chuckling light heartedly as she witnessed the weird, wholesome nerdiness that was Miranda.
“Oh Miranda~ You’re too cute, you know that?”
Miranda’s cheeks, flushed from pink to red, she immediately covered her face as the piled up forms she was hidden under disintegrated around her.
“Hehe…” Saraith chuckled again, bending down and rubbing the top of said young succubus’ head. “Miranda, Miranda~ Why hasn’t anyone taken you yet~”
Miranda only squirmed, wiggling her hips as Saraith’s warm touch turned her into an illiterate mess.
“Saraaaaaaaaaaaiittthhh~ Stooooooop~” Miranda squealed.
“Alright, alright~” She replied, standing up, reaching out a hand in aid.
Miranda took Saraith’s hand, brushing herself off as she stood up.
“Okay~ so what did you want to talk about?”
“Just when my next day off was~”
“Hmm.. hold on one second.”
Not giving Saraith a chance to even react, Miranda once again dove head first into another mountain of papers. Try as she might, Saraith couldn’t even begin to follow Miranda, moving at mach level speeds faster than Saraith’s eyes could register, with the only visible parts of her being random flashes of her bright pink skin in between the various stacks of paper. She was moving so fast that each and every stack teetered on the edge of falling as she whizzed past.
“Here it is!” She exclaimed, popping out from a loose pile of papers on the opposite corner of the room.
Surprised of where Miranda had ended up, Saraith only shrugged, deciding it was probably in her best interest to not question Miranda’s ignorance of both the laws of physics and logic. Just walking over to her nonchalantly.
“Let’s see… your next day off is… tomorrow! So umm… enjoy that!”
“Oh… really?”
“Yep! Right here…” Miranda held the clipboard up, practically giving Saraith a facefull of paper.
Sure enough, her days off were scheduled for tomorrow and the subsequent day after.
“Oh… well then… Got anything for me today or… would you mind if I step out early today?”
Miranda pondered for a second.
“Hmm…”
After another few minutes of zipping around the office at the speed of sound, now actually knocking over other people’s stacks of papers, she zipped right behind Saraith. Holding another clipboard, she put her glasses on.
“Umm… yeah, you can take off. We’ve got… two other succubi on shift capable of handling your usual requests…”
“Lovely! Thank you so much, my little friend~” Saraith exclaimed, pulling Miranda into a deep, long hug. Miranda could only blush as due to their height difference, Saraith was now unknowingly smothering Miranda, introducing the young virgin to quite a large set of soft, fleshy mounds.
“Y-your…. Mmmfgh~ W-w-welcome… ooommmmphgh” Miranda struggled, loving the feeling but also struggling to breathe.
Setting Miranda free, she ran a hand through her hair.
“I’ll see you in two days then~”
With that, Saraith left the building, heading to her cozy apartment in downtown “Lust,” one of the largest cities in Hell, known both for its sex workers and public indecency anytime and all the time. Excited, she rushed into her home, deciding to jog home rather than fly, knowing it would help her build up a nice, thick sweat, especially thick and sticky due to Hell’s natural heat and humidity, at least in the area “Lust” was in. Though if one asked any of the denizens what they thought, the joke was typically that there was just an abundance of steamy, hot sex in the air.
Though it was the perfect environment for one to become “musty” if they so desired… and so Saraith did, strapping on a set of jogging shoes and slim fit sports wear before taking a few laps around the block, ignoring the cat calls from other demons or denizens of hell as she ran past.
Returning home, she had taken a mental note of the list of foods Belle had recommended to her earlier.
“Hmm…” Thinking deeply whilst swinging open her cupboards and fridge, she didn’t have much in terms of Mexican spices, seasonings, or recipes, and not much in the way of cheese… But she did have plenty of meat, broccoli too, so her dinner tonight would be a nice, meaty steak with a side of broccoli and potatoes… and just for that extra gas-inducing touch, some a nice side of baked beans.
“Ahh~” She sighed, sitting back as she finished her hearty meal.
Curious, she took a sniff of her own armpit.
“Whew~ I’m smelly… good~” Saraith moaned, her facial expression a contorted mix of arousal and disgust.
Though she wasn’t sure on how much she’d enjoy trying this new fetish out exactly, she knew one thing, she wasn’t showering and she was definitely playing with herself tonight, too excited not to.
Waking up bright and early, Saraith went on another jog, working up a good sweat and still refusing to shower to get as musty as possible. Soon after, after changing back into one of her normal dresses, she teleported herself into the human world, on the prowl for an unsuspecting recipient of her smelly affections.
Unfortunately for her as the day progressed, no one really caught her fancy. She had hoped to find some unsuspecting college frat girl, maybe a bratty cheerleader, or some timid nerdy girl spending her day studying in the park. But… much to her surprise, no one at this college park fit any of those molds she had built up in her head, just plain old boring typical college students, all usually in groups. None of which had anyone as innocent or as cute looking as she had been hoping for. Frankly, she started to feel like this entire trip was about to be a disappointing waste of a perfectly good day o–
“Excuse me, Young lady?”
“Hmm…?” Saraith looked up. “Can I help you?”
“Ugh…” She thought, looking at the woman in front of her. “Hell no…”
Saraith looked the woman up and down, far from impressed with what she saw. The woman in front of her was older, seemingly in her mid to late forties, maybe as high as early fifties. Her hair had long since become gray and her skin had begun to wrinkle and sag. A far throw from the young and innocent girl that Saraith had hoped for.
“Have… have you been to the church… young lady?”
“The church?”
Now her interest was piqued… because a church… a church meant nuns... and while it wasn’t exactly what she had in mind, but by God… at this point… it was close enough.
“Yes indeed… the local church!” The middle-aged woman exclaimed. “We’re always looking to expand our family…”
“Interesting… interesting… Is it busy right now?”
“Errmm… no… no, I don’t think so… it usually isn’t busy at all this time of day… maybe next sunday or early in the mornings…”
Saraith scratched her chin.
“Hmm… interesting… I think I will…”
“Hm?”
Saraith practically jumped off of the bench, shaking the woman’s hand.
“I think I will check this church out, ma’am…”
“You will?” She replied, now returning the shake from Saraith’s hand a little too aggressively. “Thank you, kindly~ Always happy to see young women interested in their faith…”
“Right… right…”
“Well… off you go, young lady…”
With a wave goodbye, Saraith walked off, hoping that she would find someone to enjoy… and she would.
It didn’t take long, the church was a surprisingly big hallmark in a suburban part of town. In fact, it was quite a large chapel, standing at around three or four stories tall at minimum, with a huge tower going to at least five or six. It had a massive, highly decorated, front double door, covered in biblical engravings with the finest details brought out by a lovely burnt wood finish. The rest of the building was painted a textured white with faux layered stone wall surrounding the foundation, with the windows all being highly ornate, stained glass patterns of varying levels of detail. Even Saraith, a demon, had to admit that it was quite a beautiful sight.
Even more beautiful, however… was the Nun, sweeping just outside the chapel’s main door. She was perfect, too perfect. An adorable, innocent looking blonde. A spitting image of what Saraith had fantasized of just a few moments ago. Her face was so round and cute, one could describe it as “squishy.” It was as if she’d never been stressed a day in her life, her face devoid of any wrinkles, stretch marks, acne or otherwise. Her figure seemed fairly well endowed, though mostly covered up by the gown that nuns usually wore.
“Too bad for her…” Saraith thought deviously. “Soon that gown is going to reek…”
The nun, unaware as can be, simply continued sweeping, paying no mind as people had been coming in and out of the church all day. This was especially unfortunate, as she wasn’t paying attention to the prowling succubus not far behind her, getting closer and closer with every waking mome—
“Urgh…” The Nun groaned, her head reeled in pain, her vision a complete blur. “W-what was that….?”
Trying to rub her eyes, she found quite quickly that she couldn’t move, her arms affixed to the sides of… wherever she was. Trying to remain calm, she took a deep breath, doing her best to take in her newfound surroundings.
“Familiar…” She thought.
And familiar her surroundings were, in fact, they were so familiar that even in her dazed state, she could tell where she was. She was bound in a small, tight double room. The walls finished in a dark, burnt brown color with very ornate wood paneling. She was bound in front of a middle divider, which separated the two rooms apart from a small window that had a thin, see-through black curtain, of which her arms were somehow affixed to the side of.
“The confessional?” She asked herself, looking around as her vision began to refocus.
Though her surroundings were more than familiar, there was something off about it… Despite her having just cleaned the confessionals, knowing that she herself did quite a good job, there was a lingering smell… A smell of stale sweat and… something more…
Before she could even try to pinpoint the source, she was, rather rudely, introduced directly to it. As a hand lunged out from the curtain and grabbed the back of her head, pulling her face through the window and into the surprisingly soft embrace of too massive, fleshy mounds.
“MMMMmmph!” The nun screamed.
Despite their softness, the experience of being sandwiched between the two fleshy mounds was far from pleasant, as the musty, sweaty smell became a thousand times stronger.
“Ehehe~” She heard a deep, womanly voice laugh. “Sorry~ You were just so cute… I couldn't help myself~”
“MMMMPH!”
“Come on~ Take a deep breath~” Saraith chuckled, rubbing the poor nun’s head even deeper between her buttocks. “You’re going to be spending a lot of time back there~ Might as well get acquainted~”
After a few more minutes of rubbing the young nun’s head into her rear end, Saraith let go. The nun gasped as her head fell back, now free of the musty mounds.
“Pah…KRG!” She gasped, trying to breath in any fresh air she could, only to gag. Her body’s request for fresh air met only with a mouthful of thick, pungent must.
“So… what’s your name, young one~?”
“L-Luna…”
“Oooh~ Pretty name…” Saraith said, turning around and reaching through, caressing Luna’s face. “Well… Luna… it’s a shame… you have a pretty name and such a pretty little face…”
Before Luna could ask any questions herself, she quickly found herself shoved back into the fleshy mounds of her captor. Rather embarrassingly, she only realized what body part she was being ground into after her nose had grazed it slightly, with her captor quivering slightly and the pungent stench intensifying upon contact.
“I-I’m… I’m f-facedeep in her b-b-butt?!” She thought, as now the clammy, slimy feeling she was getting on her face and the sweaty, musty stench was all starting to come together. Albeit into a reality that she definitely didn’t want to be in.
Saraith quivered as she felt someone’s nose rub up against her asshole for the first time. But despite the disgusting stench from her own backside, and personally cringing just knowing how bad it must be for the poor nun, Saraith couldn’t have felt more alive.
“Ooh~ I should have tried this sooner~” She thought, grinding her butt more onto Luna’s face.
Everything about the moment was going perfect. The whimpers, the soft gags and coughing, the slight wriggling as the young girl struggled to try and escape her grasp… and she hadn’t even farted yet! How good it all made her feel, with her face unable to hide her sadistic intent, as a wide, unsettling smile grew. Her mind was racing with all the same fantasies of the night before, making this girl do some quite questionable actions to a body part that her face had no business being in.
“How am I going to get her to start worshiping… hmm…” She thought, rubbing her thumb across her chin. “I know~ a little bit of the old… carrot and stick… that should work here… right?”
“Hey… Luna… or whatever your name is… I’m sure you can already tell… you’re face deep in my ass~” She said, wiggling a little. “Now… if you don’t want to spend eternity in it… I’d like to see just how well you can… well… worship… my ass.”
“N-no way… s-she wants me to…to…” Luna’s own thoughts stammered, she had never done anything like this before. So while she did want to get out of this situation as soon as possible, she had no idea how to “worship” someone’s rear end.
“I’m not feeling anything back there~” Her captor called out. “Oh well…”
Luna found herself being grinded into the woman’s rear again. Only this time it was much more intense, as she could feel the woman’s firm grip on the back of her head, controlling her head’s movements while she rocked her hips back and forth. Her nose in complete hell, as it rubbed up against her captor’s reeking asshole over and over, even starting to collect some of the sweat and grime into her nostrils. It appeared as if she was never going to catch a break, as the lack of fresh oxygen soon turned into a complete lack of oxygen. As her muffled cries soon began to die out and her whimpers and gags began to fade, she finally felt the grip on her head loosen.
“Ooh~” Saraith moaned and chuckled, wiggling her rear again. “Oops~ Almost smothered you completely back there, didn’t I~?”
“W-who… who are you…?” Luna asked, taking in the tainted air free from the fleshy restriction.
“Oh~ How rude of me… I haven’t even introduced myself yet… guess I forgot in my excitement~” Saraith smiled, wiggling her hips again. “I’m a demon, honey~”
“A-a-a D-Demon?!” Luna stammered.
“That’s right, honey~ A demon~”
Saraith laughed, shoving Luna’s head right back into where she decided it belonged, wedged between her filthy, grimy ass cheeks. Luna could do nothing but brace, whimpering as she once again was forced to smell that same, pungent, musty, body odor yet again.
“Come on~ Worship my butt~ That’s what little nuns like you do, right~? You worship?”
Luna only continued to struggle, squirming uncomfortably in her nasty position. She still had no idea what the demon wanted her to do. It wasn’t like she could clasp her hands together and pray to a butt of all things, especially while tied up and her head shoved deep into it. Once again, she found herself being smothered, only being let out after the demon felt her whimpers quiet down once more.
“I…I…”
“Out with it, little nun~”
“I… I d-don’t… know what you…. W-want me to do…” She blurted out, just barely. “I-I… I’ve never… worshiped… a butt…”
“Ohohoho~” Saraith laughed, her entire body wiggling as her excitement only grew at this new revelation. Not only did Luna look the part, but it seemed like Saraith was going to be able to take Luna’s first kiss. She knew she was a catch, but she didn’t know that she’d be this much of a catch. A Nun’s first kiss… with the reeking, puffy asshole of a demon, this situation was turning out to be even more satisfying than Saraith had hoped.
“Be honest~ Am I about to take your first kiss… with my sloppy, filthy asshole~?”
“Y-y-y-your w-what?! Y-y-you want me t-to…”
“Oh yes~ When I mean worship… I want you to sniff… I want you to kiss… to lick… to make love… to my big, stinky asshole~ You can do that for me… right?”
“I-I…. I umm…”
“So… answer my question… am I taking your first kiss?”
Luna’s heart sank, she knew as a nun she was sworn to abstinence… but this? Giving away her first kiss to… a demon? A demon’s butthole, no less… This was beyond the worst possible way she’d imagined.
“Y-yes…” She squeaked out, just barely.
Saraith felt a tingle creep up her spine, wiggling her shoulders, she laughed a little.
“Well then… pucker up, honey~” Saraith said, tightening her grip on the back of Luna’s head. “Because I’m going to give you a first kiss to remember~”
Reluctantly and hesitantly, Luna puckered her lips, her entire body shivering as she felt Saraith start to slowly push her head closer and closer to the stinky, puckering, brown rose bud about to take her first kiss.
“Please hurry this up…” Luna thought to herself, feeling her head be pushed ever so slowly. She just wanted the humiliation to be over already, in her haste, she pushed her own head forwards. This would be one of many, horrible choices she was about to make, as her lips came into contact with the demon’s asshole with a loud smack. Saraith, startled by the quicker than expected contact and not expecting such a hard impact, let out a huge, steamy, wet, smelly…
“PBBBBRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFRRRRPTPTPT…SPLORT!”
Luna’s eyes went wide, practically bulging out of their sockets as she felt her sealed, puckered, lips becoming forced open by a sudden burst of hot, meaty, moist wind… with a few little chunks of… something… flying into her mouth and straight down her throat. Her body instantly tried to reject the new experience, her neck and head trying to snap itself back and away from the source of the hot eruption flooding her mouth. But it was no use, no matter how hard or how much she struggled, the demon’s grip was too strong, holding her in place as the thirty second long fart flooded her mouth. Even more unfortunate, her nose was completely sandwiched shut by the flesh of the demon’s rear, leaving only one path for the thick gas to go… right down her gullet.
Luna couldn’t count how many times she swallowed, but she knew with each and every gulp that her mouth and throat were coated in a thick, musty film. Her body constantly tried to reject it, forcing her to gag and cough, only to have to swallow anything she coughed up, right back down.
“Are you going to actually worship my little pucker? Or are you just going to sit there with your lips sealed to my asshole all day~?” The demon asked, not even acknowledging the nuclear blast she’d just let out into the nun’s poor, violated mouth.
Luna tried to do as she was ordered, only to find that her head was still being firmly held in place.
“Mmmph! MMph! Whrmmmph!”
“You’re not letting me!” She tried to say, hoping that the demon might actually let her head go for a second.
But it was no use, the more she screamed into the demon’s asshole… and the more she tried to back her head away, the tighter the demon gripped and the less Luna could do.
“Come on~ Start worshiping or I’ll punish you~”
Luna tried to back her head away again, still to no avail. Her whimpers and cries only fell on deaf ears as she was pushed even deeper, her lips now completely sealed to the demon’s pucker.
“I’m only going to give you another few seconds~ You’d better start~!”
“Mph! Cmph! Mm! Amyphimg!”
“I can’t do anything!” She tried to scream again, still to an unfavorable response.
“Okay~” Saraith said, using a free hand to rub her stomach. “I warned you~”
Luna could only brace, closing her eyes tightly as she awaited.
Only preempted by a loud grunt…
“PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSRRRRRRT...PLURP!”
A somewhat silent but very deadly fart completely engulfed her mouth, completely filling up her cheeks before ending with a wet, sticky bubble. Only intensifying the already horrid flavor of the film coating her entire mouth.
“PBBRRRRRRRRPLURPLRPPLRP!”
“PFFRRRRRPTPTPT!”
“PFRRRRRRPLPLP!”
Several more wet, splotchy farts introduced themselves to Luna’s taste buds…
“BRRRRAAAAPPPPTSHRT!”
“BRAAAAPLRPLRPLRP!”
Each one being varying levels of wet, some with huge bubbles that would then burst, others just spraying her mouth down completely. Worse still, while the gas forced its way into her airways and throat, completely engulfing her already tortured lungs and stomach, the fluid pooled. Not just anywhere, but her mouth, it crept into every crevice imaginable, every little pocket of space it could find. With every fart, that level of liquid grew and grew.
“Ooh~” Saraith said, feeling how slimy her asshole was starting to become and how wet her farts were. In fact, she started to feel some of the liquid that had pooled slosh around in Luna’s mouth as she farted. “Am I flooding your mouth?” She chuckled.
“BRRRRRPLPLPLPLPLP!”
Luna was fighting her body constantly, her body practically demanding her to spit out the awful concoction slowly filling her mouth to the brim. But she kept on holding, getting a little upset with herself as with each gag, the fluid sloshed around even more. As much as she didn’t want to swallow, as much as she wanted to reject this demon filth, some part of her knew that that’s where this fluid was to end up… in her stomach. Though to her surprise…
“Hey, no swallowing yet~” She demanded. “Savor it~”
“N-no swallowing…?” Luna thought. “Does she want me to drown in this?”
The only thing Luna could do was whimper and obey. Hoping that the demon would get bored and let her go at some point..
“PFFFFFFFRRRRRPLPLPLPPT!”
“PFRRRRRRRPPTPTPTPTPSPLUCH!””
Several more sloppy wet farts added to the rising flood of butt juice, Luna could only tear up, hoping that she would either be allowed to spit it out or… swallow. She shuddered at just that thought, but either or would be better than just letting her tongue soak in it. Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t help but think about the… flavor. She shuddered again, knowing that her mind was wandering into a place she’d rather avoid, though there would be no choice. The flavor was… beyond anything she’d known, a mix of meaty and bitter… with chunks of… Luna would rather not think about that bit, floating around in it. The part that she couldn’t tell if it would be worse or better, was its viscosity. The fluid was somewhat thick, like a cough syrup, slowly sloshing around in her mouth and coating every surface it could.
“Hmph?!”
Suddenly, she felt some kind of warmth engulf both her lips and her neck.
“Does my butt juice taste good~?” Saraith chuckled. “I hope you don’t mind~ But I sealed your mouth and throat magically, for now at least… be sure to savor it~”
“HRK! GLUCK!” Luna could only cough and gag in response.
Feeling the grip on her head loosen, it seemed like the demon was finally allowing her to sit back a little bit. As she fell back, a string of butt slime stuck to her lips, so thick and sticky it behaved a little bit like a spiderweb… only of much grosser proportions.
“Enjoyed your first kiss?” The demon asked, spreading her cheeks right in front of Luna’s face. Luna was literally and figuratively speechless, looking forward at the disgusting, slimy, sloppy brown starfish.
“M-m-my… my first kiss… m-my lips… were against t-that…” She thought, tearing up a little bit. “My… first kiss…”
“PFRRRPLP!”
Before Luna could try to process and cope with her now stolen first kiss, the dirty pucker erupted again. Splattering more butt juice all over itself and a little bit onto Luna’s face. Looking again, she could see the remnants of splatter oozing out of Saraith’s hole. It didn’t take long for her to realize that the fluid leaking out… was the same fluid that she currently had a mouthful of. It was a horrid brown color, almost like a transparent chocolate milk.
“Like what you see~? No…? Good… I haven’t washed back there in a little bit…”
Saraith wiggled her hips a little, shoving it back so that her asshole almost rubbed against Luna’s nose. Luna winced every time it passed, catching an even stronger whiff than what was already lingering.
“I hope you’re ready~ I’ve got some bad ones brewing~”
Saraith used her tail to grip Luna’s head, shoving her face right into her ass spread-wide. Her nose immediately landed in like a bullseye, squelching as it completely slid into Saraith’s pucker.
BRRRRRRRRRRPPPPTSPLT!
“Mmmph…. MPH… whrmmph…” Luna whimpered, uselessly.
“Sniff.”
Luna, rather unwillingly, prepared to take a huge sniff. Knowing full well that’s what the demon wanted.
“BLRRRRRRRRPTPTSPLURPTSPLCH!”
Another eruption interrupted… or rather… introduced itself into the middle of her inhale.
“MPH?! MMMPH! KRK! GLK! HRLK!”
Luna’s body jolted, as the fart sent a huge amount of fluid into her nostrils, causing her to cough and gag. But due to her mouth being sealed, she couldn’t cough properly, only causing more ass fluid to swish around in her mouth. With each cough, with each gag, her suffering only grew.
“BBBRRRRRRPPPPT!”
“BRRRPLLLRRRPT!
“PFFRRPLP!”
As Saraith farted and farted, and Luna gagged and gagged, not enjoying the slimy feeling both inside and surrounding her nose. Though one thing began to dawn on her throughout the suffering, she was finally fading. Her thoughts were slowly becoming more and more blurred, her eyesight became hazy, and she could feel her body growing more and more tired. It seemed that soon enough, she’d get some kind of reprieve from her tortuous destiny. But as fate would have it, she wouldn’t be that lucky. While the oxygen deprivation was indeed putting her on the brink of passing out, it seemed that whoever was up high or down below, depending on one’s point of view, decided that she hadn’t had enough just yet. Despite her dazed, hazy state, she was cursed with a bodily resilience to any loss of consciousness, and could only be tortured further by just being on the edge of a mercy she wished so badly for.
That was until Saraith finally let go.
“Mmmgh…” Luna groaned, feeling her nose slide out of Saraith’s asshole. Not even reacting to the snail trails of butt slime that still remained connected, despite her face’s separation from its stinky prison.
“Whew~” Saraith said, waving a hand in front of her face. “That is quite a horrible smell, isn’t it~? Must’ve been so much worse for you~”
Looking back, Saraith only laughed. Not saying a thing, she simply enjoyed watching the dazed nun. Who was practically high off of all the stink she’d been forced to inhale and the horrid flavors that remained sloshing about in her mouth.
Reaching down, she grabbed the nun’s veil and brought it up to her ass. Effectively using it as toilet paper, wiping any loose juices up. She then pushed the wettest, grimiest part of it onto the dazed nun’s nose.
“Don’t go anywhere~” Saraith said, all too cheerfully. “I’m going to grab something for lunch… don’t worry… I’ll share it with you~”
“Plmblblblb… dblblb…”
“Please don’t…” Luna tried to say, her whimpers only coming up as incoherent bubbles in her still flooded mouth.
Saraith rubbed a hand through Luna’s hair before teleporting out of the sealed confessional with a puff of purple smoke. Leaving Luna all alone. Nothing but lingering stink and a mouthful of ass juice to keep her company.
Finally a moment to herself, she wished she could sleep, but with the taste in her mouth and the continued horrid smell now smushed against her face, she couldn’t. She wished it was all a dream, a nightmare, born from some kind of lingering smell she’d unknowingly caught a whiff of before falling asleep. But as her head hung down, her wrists aching from being affixed to the wall for so long, the horrible smells and flavors she was still experiencing… she knew it wasn’t a dream.
But if it wasn’t a dream, what was it? A punishment for something she’d done? A peculiar test of faith given to her by her God? She inquired deeper into her memories. Other than little sins she’d done as a child, there were no readily available examples in her recent history of a sin she's committed to warrant such a harsh punishment. At least in her mind, she could think of absolutely nothing she could have done wrong, having become a nun fairly early on in her life.
“That’s… that’s it.” She thought, finding it difficult to even think, her mind and body so focused on the stink that engulfed her senses. .
If it wasn’t a punishment, it must be the latter of the two. A test of faith, surely. There was no way that her God would punish her or put her through such sufferings for no reason. This wasn’t just some sick fantasy. She wasn’t just arbitrarily chosen to become helpless prey to the demented fantasies of a sadistic and lustful succubus. She was surely destined for more, this had to be it. There was no way that her God would just put her through this sick and twisted torture to get off on it, right?
“This… I will make it… through…”
Despite her body’s objections, she huffed harder, even shaking her head around to let the ass juice swish around even more, determined that she would prove to her God that she could handle any trials and tribulations thrown at her.
Saraith meanwhile… was walking through the park, giggling. She was having such a good time, fart and stink torturing was proving far more enjoyable than she’d expected. She didn’t know if it was just her sadistic side speaking or maybe she had a fart fetish all along and just didn’t want to acknowledge it. Either way, this new found joy was something that she wanted to experience over and over again. She couldn’t wait for more… Now that she was satisfied sexually, only two thoughts really remained in her head: “What was she going to have for lunch?” And “What was she going to do with her new nun toy? Keep her? Let her go?”
“Oh well… I’ll figure it out after lunch.” Saraith thought to herself, walking along.
For a little while, she really couldn’t decide. Looking at her phone, it seemed that there were a number of popular places to eat in this town. Anything from Mexican to japanese. It was then she was hit by an amazing smell, practically floating towards it like one would in a story book. Only instead of a pie being left in a window sill, the delicious smell led to… a food truck.
Walking up, Saraith eyed the menu hungrily. The menu was full of options, ranging mostly from American to Mexican. Scratching her head, she kept looking at the menu, having trouble figuring out what she wanted as the line grew shorter and shorter.
“What’re ya havin’?”
“Hmmm… I’m not sure. Honestly, so many options look good that I can’t decide.”
The cook chuckled, scratching his chin. “Well… if you’d be willin’ to listen to me… the salsa dogs are our specialty.” He offered, pointing to a little poster on the menu.
It was a cute little poster, had some nice decorations and the picture of a hot dog on it. Though, it wasn’t like a hot dog that she’d ever seen before. It was wearing a few toppings that looked peculiar, at least on a hot dog.
“A salsa dog… hmm…If I may ask, what’s on them?”
“Oh, if ya’ like hot dogs and ya’ like mexican, you’ll love one of them dogs.. So it’s… it’s a bacon wrapped, all beef hotdog… with pico de gallo, grilled jalapenos, grilled onions, and some powdered white cheddar…”
“Ooh…” Saraith cooed, the salsa dog sounded very enticing indeed. “That does sound pretty good… I’ll take one… some asada fries too… please…” Saraith reached down into the cooler below, pulling out a nice and zesty lemon-lime flavored drink. “And… one of these.”
“A'ight… that’ll be $21 dollars.”
Saraith happily paid, before standing off to the side to let others order their lunch. To her surprise, the cooks in the truck worked quite quickly. Her order number was called only a few minutes after.
“Two salsa dogs and asada fries…” A second cook called out, before handing a tray down to the eagerly waiting succubus.
“Two? I ordered one..” She asked, looking up.
“It’s on the house.” The cook winked.
Flattered, Saraith only smiled before walking to a nearby table with her tray. She eyed the salsa dogs curiously, having never seen such a combination of toppings on a hotdog before. It smelled good at least. Somewhat hesitant but eager to try it, she took her first bite. Within moments, that first salsa dog had been completely devoured. The pico and hot sauce mixed with the grilled jalapenos gave it a lip tingling, spicy kick. The all beef hotdog was clearly of a higher quality than most, the bacon adding to the rich, smoky flavors of the beef. And the white powdered cheddar was the perfect finisher, adding a nice and subtle taste of cheese that didn’t overpower everything else. After devouring the second one, she got started on her asada fries. The poor, fried potatoes and toppings did not last very long, being completely slaughtered by the hungry succubus. Washing it all down with an unbelievably zesty and bubbly, lemon-lime soda.
“Mmm~” Saraith moaned a little, having enjoyed the food just a little too much.
Saraith laughed to herself, deviously. Despite the supposed “luck” of running into a food truck that contained such succulent morsels, Saraith knew that while it all tasted fantastic, her stomach and guts would be… less than satisfied. Saraith loved almost all kinds of food but tended to avoid stuff that was either greasy or spicy, let alone both. This was for good reason, as her digestive system didn't really like processing either, making her either unbelievably gassy or making the bathroom her best friend for a couple hours. A perfect way to torture her new toy…
Happily and with a fairly loud burp, she headed back to the church.
“Hello~ My little nun… Miss me~?”
Saraith saw as Luna looked up and instantly flailed wildly, tugging at her restraints and screaming into her magically shut mouth.
“Oh, right… Did you have a mouthful of my fart juice this entire time? It’s been over an hour!” She laughed, unsealing the nun’s throat but not her mouth. “There… be a good girl and swallow.”
Luna gulped, choking down every last drop of the awful fluid. As much as she hated swallowing it, she was grateful that it wouldn’t just be sitting on her tongue anymore and that she could actually breathe properly, somewhat properly anyway.
Her mouth still sealed, she looked up at Saraith, eyebrows furrowed and face filled with useless determination.
“Oh, is the little nun upset~? Here… what do you have to say~?”
As soon as she puffed away the rune sealing the nun’s lips together, Saraith winced away. Luna did quite the opposite of what Saraith was expecting. Luna started yelling wildly.
“Filthy demon!”
“How dare you come into the house of our God!” She screamed, struggling at her restraints.
“You demons and all your smells and tastes are revolting!”
Despite the nun’s kicking, screaming, and overall making a scene. Saraith only winced, pinching her nose.
“Oh Satan… her breath is absolutely awful…” She muttered, cringing in disgust. “I know I did that but… damn…”
Tuning back into whatever the nun was spouting off about, Saraith rolled her eyes. “Bla bla bla religion this… god or goddess that…”
Calmly, she grabbed Luna’s head.
“Oh, are you going to subject me to more torture? I’ll have you know my faith is strong! I won’t falter in my belief just because of a f— AH!”
Luna’s big mouth bit off more than she could chew, her wide open mouth now pressed around Saraith’s asshole once again.
“BFFFFRRRRRAAAPLPLPLPLP!”
One fart, one… is all it took to break the surprising show of will that the young nun was trying to put on. One fart ruined all her talk about faith, demons, and her God. As tears immediately started running down her face, kicking and screaming against her restraints which only increased her body's intake of the foul air. Despite her experiencing Saraith’s gas prior, this latest fart was a step above the rest. Gulping it down, it burned her throat and eyes, being a new mix of cheesy, wet, and overly spicy. Her taste buds, eyes, and throat all simultaneously screamed in pain, as the burning sensation combined with the new smells and flavors was at least ten steps above what she had experienced earlier in the day.
“HRK! KRFK!”
Luna reeled back as she felt the grip on her head lighten up. Coughing and gagging, she shook her head.
“W-what…KRKF! H-how is it worse…GRK! W-why is it worse?!” She screamed, her body coughing up a good amount of the gas she’d just ingested.
“What’s wrong, little nun~? Can’t handle it?”
“P-please… no more…”
“No more~?” The demon chuckled, pretending to take the nun’s pleas into account. “Hmmm… No.”
“PFFFRRT!”
“Mmmph…! Mmmmfffgh….!”
“PPPFFFFRP!”
“PFFFLLRRRRT!”
“PFFFRRRPLPLPL…SPLORT!”
Unlike before, where the demon kept her face lodged between her musty rear cheeks solidly, it appears that she’d learned a little. Much to her dismay, Luna found her face being constantly pushed in and out of the demon’s ass. This would unfortunately allow her body enough oxygen to remain awake but not enough untainted oxygen for her to consider the brief respites a proper “break” from the stink.
As Luna wanted nothing more to do with the gas, Saraith however, wanted more. Lightly touching herself while torturing a poor soul was good and all, but she wanted more… she wanted to be pleasured… and properly.
“Hey, Luna… I’ve got a deal for you~” She asked, still holding the nun’s face in her ass. “I’m a little pent up… and I want to cum… so… lick my ass.”
Unable to speak, Luna couldn’t properly reply. But as much as she’d wanted to stay strong and resist the demon’s urges, still holding onto the idea that this was a trial… she couldn’t take it anymore.
“Either way, you’re stuck there… so you can either make me cum… or you can wait until I get myself off… and if I have to get myself off… well, I’m going to take my time… and I might have to…’share my lunch’ with you… if you catch my drift…”
“Mph?!”
Despite the vague description, having just had a mouthful of ass juice, it didn’t take Luna long to put two and two together. Hesitantly… she extended her tongue, letting it come into contact with the puffy, dirty hole that her lips were already well acquainted with.
“Good girl.”
Despite Saraith’s initial praise, Luna was inexperienced. As such she didn’t really know what to do other than lick up and down over and over again. Luna hoped she was doing well enough, not wanting to experience whatever the demon’s lunch was post digestion.
“PFFRT!”
“HRK!” Luna coughed, feeling another hot and spicy puff force its way down her throat.
“Keep licking… I didn’t say you could stop.”
Luna fought on, continuing to just lick up and down.
“PFFRRP!”
Saraith sighed.
“Don’t just lick up and down.” She commanded, shaking the nun’s head a little. “Really get in there… lick in circles, stick your tongue IN me… and lick around like that… I want to feel that tongue working, really cleaning up my insides.”
Luna reluctantly obeyed. Sticking her tongue far enough that it started to enter the demon’s asshole. The taste of the outside was about as horrid as one would expect, as a sweaty, post fart, unwashed ass. It was musty, salty, and was far from pleasant. Slightly meaty and definitely bitter, she’d rather have continued tasting that than what the flavor was inside.
“PFFRRRRRRRRRRRPLPLPSPLCH!”
Another wet fart erupted, right as her tongue began to penetrate inward. Gagging, Luna wanted nothing but to retract her tongue. But she kept on, hoping that she wouldn’t be subjected to the demon’s earlier threat. Other than the fart, the taste inside was far worse than she could have ever imagined. Curling her toes and tightly clasping her fingers, she winced as the flavor was now imprinted on her, a new memory she’d forever wish she could forget. The inner walls were… slimy… and greasy. With the taste being a mix of rotted meat, spices, and other unholy things she decided not to think about.
“BRRRAAAAAPPPLPLPLCH!”
“PHLRPCH!”
“Oooh~ That’s better… Keep going…”
Despite the bombardment of moist ass bombs, she kept lapping away. Letting her tongue go both in and out of the demon’s hole, digging into the folds and really picking at any bits of grime. Even going so far as to start kissing and suckling at the foul exit. She hoped and prayed that this would be enough to satisfy the demon’s unholy desires and that her torture would end post haste… but it just kept going and going. For minute after minute, she kept going, only interrupted by the succubus’ moans, shuddering, and fairly common butt bomb.
Sticking her tongue in again, it grazed against… something… It was big, round… and… moving closer.
“Oh… oh no…” She thought, retracting her tongue. Despite barely tasting it, Luna knew it could only be one thing.
“Please…” She thought. “Please… no…”
“Ooh~ Looks like my lunch is a little further along than I’d expected…”
“MMMPGH! HHMMMPHFFFGH!” She screamed, very much protesting being force fed the bodily waste.
“N-no… p-please… I… I licked… I-I I kissed… I-I cleaned.” She, in her mind, begged.
Unfortunately, the demon had fallen silent, clearly she was going to enjoy defiling the poor girl in the most disgusting way possible. Her only reply, the subtle, sweat-inducing crackling of the demon’s guts as the looming brown monster inched closer and closer. Luna could feel her own sweat starting to form, mixing in with the already sweaty cheeks of the demon’s ass. With seemingly no other options, no one to rescue her, no one to cry out to, she prayed.
“W-why… my God… why am I b-being punished in this way… is… is there something I did wrong? Did I lie? Did I cheat…? Did I steal…? I… I did everything right… I… never sinned after becoming a nun… I… I was a good girl…”
As she was praying, the huge, spicy snake started poking out of Saraith’s asshole. It was now practically perched on her lips, just waiting on one last push to violate the young nun’s poor mouth.
“Hngh…” Saraith groaned, pushing a little.
Hearing this, Luna completely panicked, doing everything she could possibly think of. She kicked her feet, slapped her hands against the walls they were bound, and wriggled her shoulders back and forth. All of it was futile. No matter what she did, it seemed that this is what the Lord had planned for her.
“MMGHBLRGH! GLGK! GLORK! HLG!”
What was supposed to be one last scream soon became loud, messy gargling. As the long log of post digestion demon lunch made its way through, stretching both the demon’s butthole and Luna’s jaw. She had never been to hell before, but she was sure this was probably as close as she could get. The turd completely took over her mouth, not even inching its way down, it moved so unbelievably slow. So slow in fact, that her saliva started to melt some of it, with the newly formed brown goop starting to flow down her throat ahead of the monster. This was all to her detriment, as rather than making her throat more lubed up, it started to go cold and gum up her throat even more. This made sure that she was going to taste every nanometer of that horrid turd, as her gunked up throat lining now made it move even slower.
Much more to her dismay, Saraith pushed so meagerly, fingering herself to the suffering of the nun beneath her. Luna was but a passenger in this journey, no control over anything, just forced to sit there as it happened. The thick log bulged her throat out as it slid through, only rather than ending, it kept growing… and growing.
It never seemed to end…
“GLRG!”
Inch after inch, soon becoming a foot, and growing even still…
“HMBLGK!”
It just kept going…
As it finally went all the way through her throat, reaching Luna’s stomach it started coiling, building and building up a pile.
“HMMMFG!”
Taller and taller still the pile grew, until the last of the log finally left Saraith’s bowels.
“Ahhhn~!” She screeched, as the relief of pressure in her gut was somehow timed perfectly to her own climax.
However, this still wasn’t the end for Luna. With no more pushing, the log stopped moving down. Choking, she knew there was only one thing she could do.
Slowly, painfully, and everything in between, she… did her best to swallow. Saraith was still holding her head up against her ass, so swallowing wasn’t going to be easy. Struggling, her throat worked harder than it had ever worked, taking down the log more and more. Despite the slow pace of before, her throat couldn’t match the force of her captor’s intestines leading to an even longer period of suffering.
After what felt like an eternity, the last of it came to its new resting place, waiting to be digested…
The whole process took nearly thirty to forty minutes…
Moments later…
“Phew… that was good…” She panted, finally letting go of the Nun’s head. “Haven’t had a nut like that in a while…”
“Did you have fun too my little… oh… you’ve passed out…”
Saraith knelt down, leaning back a bit, keeping her face and more importantly, her nose, away from the horrid smell that she’d made.
“Urghk…” She gagged at the smell of her own waste, as the smell leaked with every breath the unconscious nun took. She pinched her own nose, unable to handle it. “Gross… if it’s bad for me… I don’t even want to know what it was like for you…” She said, rubbing a hand through the nun’s hair. “Rest now, little pet… there’s going to be plenty more where that came from…”