By: SuperBeak
T’was yet another day, the smell of sex filled the room and the steam of lust coated the walls. Though unlike most days, especially in the Succubus industry, it wasn’t a night of passion between a hired partner and a lonely mate. No, only one person was getting pleasure from this moment. That person was none other than Saraith, who was promptly enjoying herself, her fingers slipping smoothly in and out of her own lower folds, playing around with her own smooth, lower lips as the juices of her love leaked out of her…
“MMnnngh! GLg! GLglghGL!”
A whine echoed, though it wasn’t Saraith who was moaning, despite her actions. Instead it was Luna, a very young nun that Saraith had captured some time ago and kept as a… “pet.” Though their relationship was less loving and revolved more around torture… a very kinky type of torture. Saraith, under Belle’s “guidance,” had gotten into the same kind of kink, although in a very different context. Belle was into it more for how turned on she was knowing just how much people enjoyed her stink and waste, as well as some of the humiliation aspects of it. Saraith was in it purely for the torture, learning all too well that using her own bodily waste products to torture a poor soul’s senses was another lustful high that she wanted to experience over and over again. Luna was just the poor girl who’d become the target of Saraith’s sadistic chase for satisfaction…
“Aww… what’s wrong~? Don’t you love my taste~? You should by nowww~”
“MMmmnngh…. Glg….”
Tied up at the edge of Saraith’s bed, Luna could only struggle. Currently tasting what were once nice and new socks, a pair that Saraith had bought to use for her workouts. But that was a long, long time ago, age and overuse had taken their toll on the poor things. The pristine white with cute striping had long since faded, the color more closely matching that of a dull industrial gray. The soft and pliable fabric had become damp and trodden, the soft bristles now stuck together from layers and layers of sticky, smelly sweat. This was by design, however. Saraith had always intended for them to be used as tools of torture for her “fun.” She had always planned on making them as fetid as possible, to maximize just how much “joy” she could extract on an unsuspecting cutie…
Luna was unfortunately that cutie.
Her cheeks were puffed out wide, a little bit of the fabric poking out from the very tip of her lips, her mouth too small to contain such horrid items… But her mouth was magically sealed, despite being partially opened, all the concentrated stench remained locked within, unable to go anywhere but down Luna’s throat. It was such an intense flavor, the pure sweat, gathered over the course of many, many different gym sessions and was now diluting itself, spreading out into the saliva pooling in Luna’s mouth…
Luna continued to groan and gag, twitching like a spastic, rabid animal as her body tried to reject the disgusting, filthy foreign objects in her mouth… Over and over again her body lurched, much to no effect…
Saraith’s cocky, boisterous laughter echoed throughout the room. Her enjoyment was second to none, fingers continuing to play with her own lower half…
“Mmmmnnnnfff~” Saraith moaned quietly, her free hand moving up to fondle her own breast a little.
Unsatisfied with just the feeling of her fingers, her still slick hands soon gripped Luna’s hair, forcing her face down onto her lower half. With her lips sealed, there wasn’t much she was able to provide Saraith service wise, but that wasn’t what she was after. No, Saraith was forcing Luna’s nose in between her slick, slimy lower lips, making sure that she could only breath in the purest form of her musk…
“That’s it~” Saraith teased, moving her lower half, forcing Luna’s head to roll around, her nose still penetrating deep, “Big sniffs now~”
Despite her senses burning, Luna did her best to huff as best she could, struggling to find any as the soft and pliable, yet extremely slick and slimy flesh of Saraith’s womanhood was practically sucked into her nostrils every time. Luna coughed, at not just the thick, womanly musk but the globs of Saraith’s liquified musk being snorted up her nose and hitting the back of her throat. Her sinuses burned, tears forming and raining down at the corners of her eyes…
“Mmgnblblgglgmm…”
“Ahh~ Such a good girl for me~” Saraith moaned, her fingers playing with locks of Luna’s bright, blonde hair as Luna continued to huff at her musky womanhood…
Quite some time later…
Luna was slumped over, head hanging low as her shoulders and body were kept up, her arms still bound to the posts of Saraith’s bed… Drool hung from her lips, pooling into a small puddle on the floor beneath her… She was conscious, barely… The only sound coming from her a slight heave as she continued to breathe heavily, her having just been able to spit out the disgusting socks…
Saraith, meanwhile, was freshening herself up. Steam billowed out into the bathroom as she opened the shower door, a freshly cleaned foot emerging from the white cloud as she prepared to step out fully.
“That was fun~” She thought to herself, letting her hair flow down to her sides…
She had quite enjoyed tormenting the poor little nun, more than she thought possible. In fact, she was quite glad she’d taken Belle’s advice. Using her bodily smells and fluids to torment a cutie was far more satisfying than she thought.
Luna’s reactions were especially cute. The way she writhed, the way she wriggled… The sad look in her eyes as all hope of mercy slowly drained away, leaving her face this horrified, petrified even, look of shock and awe…
Saraith found it irresistible… and she was going to be able to enjoy it as much as she wanted…
A capable succubus like she was, her magic extended beyond that of just lust, she could reset Luna’s memory any time she wanted, and then bring it all back in the blink of an eye. She could break the poor girl over and over again without any fear of repercussions…
It was pure bliss….
Any time she was left unsatisfied by work, take her stress out on Luna.
If she was filled to the brim with cum? Have Luna suck it out…
Any issue she had or any stress that had built up, she could take it out on Luna.
Hell, she hadn’t needed to buy toilet paper since she’d captured the poor girl, Luna’s tongue was far more enjoyable… and chaffed nowhere near as much…
But she knew that her own stink had its limits… and she desperately wanted to see how far she could push Luna… There was no way her stink alone had brought the poor girl to her limits, so she needed more…
And more, she knew exactly where to find…
From the very friend that informed her of this new method of “fun.”
But she couldn’t just ask for Belle’s help, her pride wouldn’t let her. Not that Belle would care but to Saraith? It was practically an admission of helplessness, at least in the way she saw it.
Belle was a higher level succubus than her, but Saraith really didn’t want to admit that. Belle was her friend, but she couldn’t help but feel a tad bit jealous. Saraith's sheer confidence and domineering, sexy appeal outmatched Belle by a huge margin. Though when it came to raw magical power, strength, speed, and just overall physical attributes, Belle outperformed Saraith by a country mile, she was a top level Succubus for a reason, not that her cute, shy and stuttery demeanor did anything to give it away…
Nevertheless, Belle was also one of the muskiest, smelliest, yet still most beautiful succubus Saraith had ever known. Go figure, seeing as how Belle had one of the most depraved kink lists on the planet, especially looking at her kinklist on the app used to summon them. Saraith could only shudder, thinking about the poor souls who willingly subjected themselves to Belle’s stinky butt, knowing very well just how gassy and foul Belle’s butt could be. But if that’s what those human’s were into, that’s what they wanted.
Shrugging, Saraith paused, wondering how to subject Luna to some prime Belle stink… but without Belle knowing, just to feel things out first before blatantly asking her…
…
Belle had just come back from one of her daily gym sessions, it had been quite the long day so far… She’d had a plethora of clients summoning her that day, all wanting really, really steamy sessions that somehow all involved a distinct lack of Belle being clean. None of them wanted her to shower, so session after session became increasingly sweaty… and sticky. As if she’d walked through a storm as she entered her apartment, thick droplets of sweat ran down her body, collecting and forming at her curves. Her sports bra, thong, and short shorts were completely drenched, the fabric clinging to her skin greedily, refusing to let go as she walked. She was practically exhausted and in need of relief, she hadn’t had much of a break all day, basically getting booking after booking… She didn’t even have so much as a bathroom break, and as such, desperately needed to go. Not all was lost however, as she had the next week off.
This meant no requests, no constant clients, no bothering or summoning of any kind. This was going to be an entire week of “me” time, where she got to sit down, relax, maybe get herself off a few times… or many times…
She was hoping to have a playmate of some kind, someone to lick the grimy, slimy, sweat and filth from her asscrack, someone she could unleash all of her pent up gas on…
But Belle could only shake her head, knowing full well the likelihood of anything like that happening was little to none. Her clientele, typically extreme fetishists themselves, could barely handle Belle’s immense stink, her farts oftentimes causing them to pass out long before Belle herself would be satisfied…
“Oh w-w-well…” She sighed, her arms reaching towards the ceiling as she arched her head and body backwards slightly, feeling the tension in her muscles.
“Mmmm…. Shower? O-or…. Nap…?” She thought to herself…
It wasn’t a long thought, nor was it a very hard decision to make…
It was nap time.
So, rather promptly, Belle headed off to her room…
But as she opened the door, the view she was expecting of her warm and cozy bed, alongside a slightly cluttered room, had something off about it… Something pretty hard to miss…
“Saraith…?”
Saraith looked up, like a deer in the headlights, her eyes wide open in complete and utter shock… She’d been caught completely in a very inappropriate act. One arm near shoulder deep in Belle’s dirty laundry hamper, with the other holding one of Belle’s filthy thongs right up near her face, practically within prime sniffing distance…
“S-saraith… w-w-what are you… doing…?” Belle’s voice, shy as always, practically trailed off, as she took in the sight of one of her dear friend’s with a face full of her dirty, smelly thong…
“B-belle!” Saraith stammered, her eyes darting between Belle’s thong and the former wearer… back to the thong… and back to the wearer…
Saraith let the thong drop from her hands, letting it gently land back in the pile as she retracted her arm from the basket…
“It uhh… it-it…. It isn’t what it looks like!” She exclaimed, raising her hands up in front of her, trying to shield her face from the reaction of her colleague…
It was a long, long few seconds…
Saraith could feel her heart pumping, beating hard, as if it were fit to break out of her ribcage and runaway. To be fair, that’s exactly what she wanted to do. She wanted nothing but to portal away, to run and hide, to do anything else other than be in this situation she’d just put herself in…
But she stayed, knowing full well she wouldn’t be able to look Belle in the eyes if she ran away now…
All she could do was wait…
Though she didn’t have to wait too long…
As her arms drooped down slightly, her guard lowering at Belle’s lack thereof of action, she looked up at the blue succubus in front of her…
Belle’s expression was… far from what Saraith had expected… and truth be told…
This expression terrified her even more…
Belle wasn’t angry, sad, upset, or any kind of negative… instead, her cheeks flushed a bright, lovely pink, standing out loudly on her beautiful, light blue skin, her yellow eyes dilated into the shape of hearts as she breathed heavily. Gripping the collar of her sports bra, Belle couldn’t help but feel both embarrassed and… happy…
“S-s-saraith…? Y-you-you….”
“B-Belle! I uh… umm…”
“Y-y-y-y-y-y-y-you…. Y-you…”
“Uhh… Belle…?”
Belle, for a few moments, more than she herself would’ve liked to admit, struggled to make any kind of coherent sentence… All the while, her face continued to glow a brighter and brighter pink…
“Y-you… y-you like… m-m-my…s-s-s-smell…?”
“Huh…?” Saraith thought to herself, a little confused at the direction that this was going. Though she dared not say anything…
“I-I-I…” Belle took a deep breath, breathing somewhat heavily…
“B-Belle…?”
In less than a second, Belle went from standing ten feet away, to right up in Saraith’s face.
“Y-y-y-you actually like it!? Y-y-you l-l-l-like m-my smell?! Y-y-y-ou w-w-w-want to–”
Saraith stepped back slowly, trying to garner some type of space between them with little success, for every inch she shuffled back, Belle closed in closer and closer, practically embracing her. It was… pleasant, Belle had a very, very well endowed body, Saraith was unable to deny just how nice it felt for their breasts to squish together, especially with very, very thin veil’s of fabric separating them both. It reminded her of the many nights they’d spent together, “relieving each other’s stress.” But right now, Belle was especially musky… and sweaty, her breasts squelching together softly as the boob flesh wrung out the sweat from the diminishing gap in between them…
“I-I-I-I sh-should h-h-have known! I-I-It’s… o-o-o-okay!”
“Y-y-you should h-h-have told me s-sooner!”
“I-I w-w-w-wouldn’t h-have said n-no!”
Saraith was quickly starting to realize the severity of the situation she’d just put herself in… The way Belle practically lit up, glowing with happiness and eagerness as she stuttered through her excitement… It was too cute but ever so fragile, it became clear that Belle had it in her head that Saraith was in love with Belle’s musk… and possibly more… and Saraith… couldn’t bear to break that childish excitement… Instead playing along somewhat, if slightly reluctantly…
“Y-yeah… I… um… I was just… heheh… too embarrassed I guess…” She shrugged, smiling weakly…
Though these words only worked to Saraith’s detriment, serving to exacerbate the excitement Belle was already feeling…
“W-w-well! I-I-I’m g-g-g-going to make sure… y-y-y-you g-get…. W-w-what you… want~”
And before she even knew it, Belle was all over her. She’d been dragged, not very far, to the bed… Her clothes all flew off of her faster than she could see, ending up strewn all over the room floor. Belle wasn’t sparing Saraith a single moment, binding Saraith with a special set of magical restraints, that essentially sealed off Saraith’s ability to use her own. She’d be completely helpless, completely at Belle’s mercy, with no chance of escape or rescue…
And she was…
“B-Belle?! W-what are y–MMPH?!”
Something metal, with a ring of fabric going around her head, quickly found its way into her mouth, no doubt thanks to Belle…
It pried her lips open… leaving her mouth open and exposed…
Saraith knew full well what it was… a tool she’d used herself many times before, and with the familiar “clink!” of a lock, she definitely knew what it was now…
A ring gag.
“Hnnnghh… Beeeww…. Wwaiighh… waiighh…”
Saraith attempted to protest slightly, hoping Belle would remove the ring gag… but it was far too late, Belle’s attention had already drifted elsewhere…
“I-I-I’m s-so glad… I-I f-found o-o-out y-y-you like this kind of t-thing…” Belle stammered excitedly.
“I-I’ve b-been… looking for a p-p-playmate… f-f-for so long…”
“Y-you’re gonna get… a-a-as much of… m-m-my s-stink as y-you want~”
Belle straddled Saraith’s body, coming up slowly, before leaning down, cupping Saraith’s head and pulling her into a kiss. She forced her long tongue down into Saraith’s mouth, letting it slither down to reach the very back of the other Succubus’ throat, triggering her gag reflex…
Belle only giggled…
“G-g-gagging already…?” Belle pulled away, smiling shyly as she wiped some spit from her face. “This is n-nothing~”
Giggling more, Belle slowly brought her leg up, turning herself around and climbing over Saraith, so that her ass was now facing the bound woman beneath her… Saraith winced, whining softly through her gag as Belle gave her a good long look at that beautiful, sweaty, smelly, blue butt…
Saraith nearly gagged again at the sight of it, watching with horror as thick beads of sweat trickled down her ass cheeks and thighs… Belle’s entire lower half steamed as the warmth of her evaporated the sweat, leaving behind a thick, salty layer of flavor… one that she would be getting introduced to very, very shortly.
“Mmmmnn~” Belle moaned lightly, tracing a finger from her thigh, up through her sweaty womanhood, rubbing against her thong clad clit…
She could feel just how wet she was getting at this… even through the sweat soaked thong. She was excited, so excited, her heart beating harder and harder… practically pounding in her ears as she breathed heavily.
“Mmmfg… mnnn… y-y-you’re so l-lucky… Saraith…” Belle giggled loudly, “I-I-I was j-j-ust about to… shower… I had a r-really… long… a-and s-sweaty day today… I even w-w-worked out…”
“I’m so… so sweaty~ and I-I-I h-haven't showered… i-i-in a little while…”
Belle blushed profusely, her unhygienic admission making her feel bashful all of a sudden. It was different when it was a client, some weirdo who’d summoned her via the app that was desperately down bad for some stink. No, those people were easy to be a little pushy and assertive with, knowing there was no true connection.
But Saraith?
The countless nights they’d shared their passion flashed in and out of Belle’s mind, vivid memories of them… Saraith was someone she cared about, someone she knew very, very intimately… so to find out that Saraith had wanted… this… the entire time, excited her to no end. She slowly slipped a hand beneath the sidestring of her thong, playing with it gently as it started to slip down her thighs… It resisted, the sweat’s adhesion to her skin taking a little more effort to break… but it was worth it. The slower they moved, the more time she had to enjoy the terrified, teary-eyed look on Saraith’s face… Despite this, however, Belle was completely convinced that this is exactly what Saraith wanted…
Those were definitely, definitely tears of joy…
They had to be… right?
Though for Saraith, that was far from the case… Her fear was well and truly real, the tears in her eyes far from being an overwhelming feeling of excitement…
“R-r-ready~?” Belle said, giggly devilishly…
Belle arched her back, reaching backwards… Her hands reached her own ass, planting themselves firmly on each cheek, pressing into them… Belle played with the plumpness of her own posterior, letting her own flesh move in between and squish into the gaps in between her fingers, sweat oozing out underneath her fingertips…
“Mmmm~ D-d-do y-you like what you see~?” Belle was still blushing profusely, despite the bravado she was trying to put on… Her embarrassment oozed out of her much like her sweat and musk…
“Mmmmfffgh! MMMgghg!”
Saraith could only moan and writhe, wriggling her entire body as she tugged at her restraints… Though this only spurred Belle on further, taking it as a sign of Saraith’s anticipation…
“P-p-patience n-now~” She said, trying to contain her own giggling and nervousness.
Belle then gripped her cheeks, slowly prying them apart… The sticky, gooey strands of sweat refused to break, however, stretching out and growing thinner as the distance grew, revealing Belle’s unbelievably sweaty, musky asshole… They spread apart with an audible squelch, the flesh not wanting to separate from each other with the glue like ooze between them…
The view, the sheer filthiness of Belle’s asshole, nearly sent Saraith into a fit of gagging… let alone the intense, musky smell…
And especially the filth…
Belle’s butt was unbelievably filthy, her darkened blue donut caked in a brown haze, still steaming hot itself, it wasn’t pale and dry… but shiny and… moist…
Blushing profusely, Belle giggled shyly…
“Mmph~ S-s-sorry… I-I j-just… used the bathroom…” She said, trying not to look Saraith in the eye. But mustering up a little more confidence, she spoke again… “B-but… t-that’s what you wanted… y-you dirty, n-naughty girl~”
Belle slowly began backing herself up, keeping her cheeks nice and spread. Saraith struggled more and more the nearer it got, she knew it was completely useless, to try and fight against it… but her body wouldn’t listen to her… And with each droplet of sweat, each strand of sticky, musky goo that dripped onto her face, she struggled harder and harder…
Belle couldn’t help but feel really, really happy, closing her eyes as she blushed profusely, thinking of just how excited Saraith must be right now… The constant wriggling beneath her the only evidence she needed to keep going…
The sheer heat of Belle’s voluptuous cheeks radiated off of her, Saraith able to feel the warmth cascade down her face… getting warmer and warmer as Belle closed in. Her already clear view of Belle’s filthy donut was getting bigger… and bigger… as if it were growing before her eyes as Belle closed in…
“Was her butt always this big…?”
A thought soon replaced by an overwhelming disgust, as Belle’s stench soon invaded her nostrils completely, infecting any trace of clean air within, replacing it with a thick, musty fog…
“MMMMNGHHH! GLG!”
Any sense of “This might not be too bad…” disappeared immediately, Saraith could feel her nose starting to push against Belle’s sphincter, horrid speckles of shit pressing in and around her nose...
“T-t-this… this must be w-w-w-what you’ve a-always wanted… isn’t it…?” Belle gasped, moaning quietly as she closed her eyes and let the feeling of her friend’s face pleasure her… In all her years of being a succubus, especially one that has sat on so many faces, Belle could feel right away that Saraith’s face was practically made for her butt. It was so comfortable, her nose, her cheeks, even the size of her head in general, it was all in just the perfect place, rubbing against the most sensitive parts of her ass cheeks…
“Mmm~ I-I-It was almost… l-like…” Belle paused, grinding her still spread ass down even more on Saraith’s face, feeling the warmth of her nose prod into her big pucker… “It’s l-like…. Y-your f-face was m-made for my b-b-butt…”
“Mmm~ Hmhmhmh~” Belle giggled and moaned, taking her fingers away from her butthole, letting her flesh truly close in around Saraith’s unprepared face… Like a dam had just been opened, Belle’s plush flesh closed in, taking up any gap it could… Her butt flesh practically conformed to every curve on Saraith’s face, leaving not a single spec uncovered…
Saraith meanwhile struggled harder and harder… Her entire face had been swallowed whole by Belle’s ass… and despite the ring gag, Belle’s womanhood covered basically the entirety of her mouth… While her nose was shoved deep, deep inside of Belle’s rectum… The only air she could get came straight from Belle’s foul gut… breathing “Belle stink” in its purest form… And stink it did… the remaining filth, some of it at least, had been squished into her nostrils… The pungent waste still steaming, letting Saraith get the purest scene of some of Belle’s worst stink so far…
Belle was such a cute, stuttery demon, who spent her time daydreaming about food… Drop dead gorgeous to boot, no one would’ve known at first glance that her gut was an utter weapon… a weapon she used with great pleasure for the… “pleasure” and suffering of others, whether Belle knew it or not…
And in this case, it was definitely the latter…
Saraith was far from enjoying this, far from loving it…
Belle’s musk was already terrible, an overbearing earthy, musty smell that was riddled with salty sweat… but the pure, unfiltered scent inside her gut… even right at the tip of her sphincter, was something otherworldly on its own…
Sulphuric…
Sour…
Bitter…
Heavy…
All words that could be used to describe the sheer intensity of her stink, though none fit the bill just quite right…
No, none of them… not even put together, could accurately describe the smell…
“Hehe~” Belle giggled, feeling Saraith’s nose penetrating her. “N-Naughty naughtyyy~”
“I-I t-told you… I-I just pooped~ A-and you’re g-going straight for my b-butthole…”
“But o-of course, y-you don’t m-mind, r-right? A-after all… t-t-this is what you wanted~”
This… was definitely not…
Saraith was in a world of suffering, far more than she ever thought possible…
“Is… is this… how… L-Luna feels?” She thought to herself…
Unfortunately for her, her own lust couldn’t contain itself. Even within these circumstances, thinking about Luna suffering this way turned her on… quite a bit…
Enough for Belle to take notice, even more unfortunately…
“MGNGH?!”
Saraith suddenly felt hands grabbing at her knees, prying them apart as she desperately tried to clamp her legs shut, to hide her womanhood…
“Oh d-d-don’t be… e-embarrassed Saraith~ H-how many t-times have we… h-had sex now?” Belle giggled, blushing fully as she successfully got her thighs apart, revealing her still lingerie clad womanhood.
Saraith wasn’t dripping… but there was indeed a slight damp spot, right where it should be… Something Belle took notice in right away…
“OoOooh~” She teased, rubbing two fingers over the damp spot. “S-s-so you r-really do like this~ I-I was g-g-getting worried t-that I-I was misunders-standing… b-b-but y-you’re n-nice and w-wet~”
“Oh fuck… why did I have to think about Luna…” Saraith thought, wincing at the smell as she realized she was seconds away from being free from this impending nightmare… but it was clear now that it had gone from impending… to inevitable…
“Mmmmhmhmhmhm~” Belle giggled again deviously, “W-w-well, s-s-since y-you like this so much…”
Saraith could hear, even through Belle’s ass cheeks… a familiar rumbling… though this time, she could hear it far more… personally…
“Ohhh no… oh no, no, no, no…” Saraith panicked, struggling harder…
“Ooh~ Looks like m-my b-butt… she h-h-has a gift f-for youuu~” Belle sighed, rubbing her ass cheeks with her free hand, her other hand beginning to play with Saraith’s womanhood through her lingerie… She pushed herself down, letting her full weight rest on Saraith’s face as her nose was now completely lodged into her pucker…
“FFFFLLLLRRRRRRRBBBRRRROORRRRRRLPLPLPSPLORPLPLPLT!!”
A massive, twenty second long butt bomb erupted from Belle’s guts. It was horrible and intense, surprising even Belle herself with how wet and sloppy it felt coming out of her… With Saraith’s nose sealed against her pucker, it went in one place… right up her nostrils… It practically inflated her lungs, coating them inside with chunks of Belle’s gut slime…
“Mnnh~ D-d-did you l-l-like that o-one~?” Belle teased, grinding her butt around as Saraith convulsed, gagging loudly.
“Mnnngh….glgkg…” Saraith groaned, her muffled agony sounding like pleasurable moaning to Belle’s ears…
And… much to Saraith’s own dismay, they partially were. Their passionate nights together in days past had given Belle all the knowledge she needed, she knew just how to play with Saraith to get her turned on, even in this scenario… And she was doing so, with utmost skill… so much so that Saraith squirted a little, bucking her thighs together as she tried to fight it to no avail…
“Ooh~” Belle teased, running a single finger up Saraith’s lower lips, bringing the slick fluid to her mouth, licking it seductively with one finger… “S-s-sweet as a-a-always… Saraith~” She giggled, befo–
Suddenly, a portal opened up in Belle’s room… a familiar voice called out…
“Hey Saraith, It’s Miranda…” She said, walking out of the portal, looking down at her clipboard. “I got a summon request for a level seven, I was wondering if you cou–GLGK!”
Miranda gagged, coughing as she took one breath inside of Belle’s room.
“Fucking Christ… what’s that sm–”
Like a deer in the headlights, Miranda froze for a moment… She looked up, witnessing the scene… Her legs quivered, her entire body quaked, having just had a flashback to when she herself got onto Belle’s bad side…
Scrambling slightly, she pulled herself back together as best she could.
“O-oh… hey umm… Belle… Can I umm…”
“PHRRRRPHT!”
“T-talk to… S-Saraith…”
Miranda looked at the girl Belle was sitting on… soon realizing her mistake.
“O-oh! I um… I didn’t realize you two were… b-busy… I’ll just ummm… I’ll just go…”
Belle only giggled.
“M-Miranda w-wait~”
“Y-yes, Belle…?” Miranda asked nervously.
“C-clear Saraith’s s-schedule for t-t-this week…”
“PPPBBBBRRRRORRRRRRRRRPLPLPLPLPLPLT!”
Belle hid nothing, spreading Saraith’s legs wide for Miranda to see…
“S-she’s going t-to spend it here… w-w-with me…”
As Belle was talking, she let out a massive, horrendous… shart… One of the worst ones out of her gut in a long, long time… so much so she had to stop for a second. Wiggling her butt cheeks, she could only shyly giggle and blush profusely as she looked down at Saraith.
“Ooo~ Enjoyed t-that, Saraith~?” She said, feeling the grime and slime between her cheeks squelching softly as she flexed her butt…
Saraith struggled more than ever before, trying to get Miranda’s help, trying to show just how much suffering she was in… That shart was even worse than the last… by a huge, huge margin… It wasn’t just her lungs that were sprayed now, but the entirety of her insides… Her nostrils were injected directly with the purest, smelliest gunk inside of Belle’s guts, barring any actual shit. Her lungs, throat, and even mouth were coated completely, not a single square inch left untouched… It festered in her stomach, festered in her lungs, and it completely took over her mind… So she struggled… and struggled, hoping Miranda would notice her plight…
But it was no use.
Even if Miranda noticed just how much Saraith was struggling, Miranda was a far weaker demon than Belle… and having just been on the receiving end of Belle’s butt, she knew far better than to challenge Belle in any way…
Miranda herself cringed at just the sound of it, wincing in second hand pain as she honest to god knew what Saraith was going through right now…
“O-Okay, Belle… glrgk… I’ll—glg… I’ll keep–”
“PHHRRRRRPT!”
“I-hourggllghk… I’ll keep b-both your schedules… glg…. Clear.”
Miranda could hardly stand the smell of it, Saraith’s body had failed to contain the smell completely and some of it had spread out and into the room… Miranda gagged hard at the diffused scent of it, barely able to hold her lunch down…
As quickly as she appeared, she left, practically jumping through the portal… Moving as fast as she could to put any amount of distance between her… and the putrid smell of Belle’s last gut burst…
“Hehehe…” Belle giggled deviously. “L-looks like i-it’s gonna j-j-just be y-you and me~” She teased, flexing her butt more around Saraith’s face.
Belle’s butt soon grumbled again…
“H-here… enjoyyyy~”
“BBBLRRRRPT!”
“BRROOORRRRRRRPHHHPRT!”
“BRFFT!”
Belle was merciless in releasing her gas… with the full confidence that she and Saraith would be left alone for the time being…
“Mmmmrrrrrnnghhh… sob…” Saraith sobbed, her nostrils were burning more than ever before, being packed fuller and fuller with Belle’s butt gunk and gas… the gunk effectively sealing it in. She could breath… barely, every breath she took was just another amalgamation of Belle stink…
“Hnnnrrnnnghh… G-g-get in t-there, S-Saraith… I’m doing this f-for you!” Belle grumbled, starting to get annoyed by a sheer lack of sniffing.
In Belle’s infinite wisdom, she’d gotten it into her head that Saraith was simply… trying to roleplay. Her reluctance was just an act… much like the many, many girls in Belle’s history that summoned her and acted all reluctant to sniff, kiss, and eat her butt and anything that came out of it. So she decided to join in too, thinking about how much pleasure it would bring them both mutually.
“Y-y-you’d better g-get sniffing… right n-now~” Belle snarled, trying to at least, though only succeeding to come off as pantomime as a cat in a lion costume… “Or else I w-w-will punish you~”
Saraith shivered, a cold, fearful feeling shooting up her spine at the hearing of the words “punishment.” Saraith knew that any punishment from Belle usually involved more stink… an endless amount of it… something that she definitely, definitely didn’t want. Though she didn’t think Belle’s stink could somehow get any more worse than she’d already experienced, she wasn’t going to take the chance…
Thankfully enough, Belle raised herself up, Saraith sighing a little as she felt the weight come off of her face… But she knew this wasn’t the end, so begrudgingly, she raised her own head up… plunging her own nose into Belle’s filthy, gunk coated, chocolate starfish…
“SSNNNNFFF! GHLGHL! GHK! HRLGHK!”
“G-g-good girl… s-sniff up m-my ass… a-and anything that c-comes out of it… hehe~”
Saraith obeyed, forcing herself to snort and sniff over and over again…
“Mnngh….glg…glgkl… snifff….snf…”
“PFFFRRRRRRPLPLPLPRT!”
“PLORPT!”
“GLRGHK! GHGL!” Saraith gagged hard, as Belle continued to annihilate her nose over and over again…
The farts came… and came… and came… yet they never went…
Belle had an endless supply… and she was treating Saraith’s nostrils to as much of it as she could…
“PFFRRRT!”
“PFFRRROORRRRPT!”
BRRAAAARRRPTTT!”
The room’s atmosphere seemed to change with every fart, as if a thick, green, mucky fog crept in and settled… Dense and heavy, it remained low to the ground, yet building up and up as Belle continued to pass more and more gas…
Yet through it all, Saraith continued… struggling… but continued to huff and huff… The looming threat of Belle threatening to do more continuing
But, call it karma, call it divine intervention, whatever one called it… even with Saraith obeying, Belle was taking a page out of her book… and being merciless, regardless of compliance…
“Saraiiiith~” Belle called out, trailing her voice off seductively… “Y-you’ve b-been sniffing s-so good… I-I t-think y-you’ve e-earned a rewaarrrrrd~”
Belle barely had to move, simply shuffling herself slightly lower…
“Mpgh?!” Saraith tried to exclaim. She opened her eyes, seeing Belle twisting slightly to look down at her.
“Your r-r-rewarrrd~” She giggled… “L-l-lick it up, b-babe~ I-I k-know y-you’re gonna love i-it~”
The last thing… Saraith ever wanted to do… in her existence, was lick Belle’s dirty, dirty asshole… especially after a gym session and even more especially after she hadn’t wiped… And since she had just spent the last… half hour, if not more, blowing up her nose… Belle’s hole was even more disgusting, now coated with fresh as well as old gunk and sweat…
But by now, the hopelessness had long since set in… and though her body still fought and struggled, Saraith’s mind was in a simple state of quietly sobbing…
Reluctantly, her tongue left the safety of her mouth, coming out through the ring gag… but even just nearing Belle’s filthy pucker sent her tongue fleeing back from whence it came… gagging loudly, her entire body bucking, even underneath Belle’s weight.
“H-hey! S-stop squirming… I-I-I’m doing t-t-this f-for you… you k-know!”
Belle thought for a second, looking down at her friend and her seeming reluctance…
“W-what’s going on…?” She thought to herself. “She wanted this… why isn’t she doing it…?”
As always with Belle, it didn’t take very long for her to process…
“Ohhhh… r-right! S-Saraith likes… rough play…” She thought again, pondering her next move…
Steeling herself, Belle readjusted herself, grinding herself onto and bouncing on Saraith’s face somewhat roughly.
“S-Saraiiiithh~ You’d b-better get licking… r-right now!” She growled a little, gripping Saraith’s hair… “A-a-and I w-want good… l-long l-licks… o-or else…”
Belle gripped Saraith’s hair tightly, forcing her head up and into her ass cheeks, as she pushed her weight down.
“G-Get… L-licking…”
Saraith whimpered, the pain from getting handled so roughly turning her on somewhat… only contributing to her slick womanhood.
“Mmmmphhhhgghh…”
“Y-you l-like that?” Belle asked, still handling Saraith’s head quite roughly. “T-then y-you’re really gonna l-love this…”
“PBBRRRRRRRRRROORRRRRRRPT!”
“MMGH! GHLGK!” Saraith gagged, the sudden rush of wind down her throat forcing her to cough and sputter…
“N-Now l-lick! U-U-Unless y-you want me t-to completely… e-empty m-my bowels i-into your mouth…”
Saraith forced her tongue out, making sure she started at the outer folds of Belle’s asshole… It was… a horrendous taste. An absolute amalgamation of filth, sweat… and Belle’s own brew of waste… Stale waste…
It had long since dried up… crumbling to pieces and mixing into Saraith’s saliva, leaving a gritty feeling in her mouth.
The fresher gunk, along with the sweat, acted like a salty, gooey thickener… making her mouth sticky and her tongue movements slow. Her tongue had to fight the sloshing in her mouth as it collected more and more of Belle’s filth…
“MMnnnghh…” Saraith groaned, feeling her throat clog up as it struggled against her swallowing the thick fluid, trying to reject it regardless of what the consequences might be…
“Glrgk….glg….lrghk…”
Her tongue moved in quick, circular motions… polishing Belle’s filthy butthole clean as best she could…
“PHHHLPRLPRLRPLPLPLRPSPLORPLT!”
Though thanks to Belle’s gas… it didn’t take very long for her butthole to become dirty all over again…
Again and again, she polished Belle’s behind… only for that effort to be fruitless…
“PRRRORRRRPLPLPLSPLORTPL!”
“FFRRRRSLPSLPLPLPT!”
A truly, truly lethal cycle… as Belle only giggled maniacally…
“C-c-come on Saraith, I-I know y-you can g-go d-deeper than thaaaat~” She sang confidently, grinding her asshole into Saraith’s forced open mouth. “I-If y-you want t-to c-clean it…. Better c-clean insiiiiide~”
“Hrmmmnnnnnn!” Saraith complained, whining loudly as she really, really didn’t want to find out what deep inside Belle’s guts tasted like…
But any choice she had was long gone…
So she stopped her tongue… slowly licking around Belle’s sphincter to find the center, before poking at it…
“G-g-good girl~” Belle teased, relaxing her gut…
“BRRRRROORRRPT!”
“O-oops~” She giggled again… “D-don’t stop n-now~”
Against her better judgement, and definitely against the wants of her own body, she moved her tongue further…
Belle squirmed, feeling the lovely, wet and warm feeling of a tongue penetrating her butthole… one of her personal favorite sensations… made to feel even better knowing it was her dear friend Saraith’s tongue…
“D-deeper…” She said, moaning… “Ahn~ D-deeper!”
Saraith kept going… squirming her tongue in deep…
It was one of the most traumatizing experiences to date… The outside of Belle’s butt already tasted horrible… but as deep inside as her tongue was going… so far up she could practically feel Belle’s tailbone… it was a whole other level…
The bitterness…
The slime…
Sour…
Tangy…
Rotten…
A combination of almost every horrendous feeling known to man… all concentrated around her tongue…
The insides weren’t just flavorful… but warm and damp… as if her tongue were traversing a thick, muddy swamp…
Saraith shuddered, knowing that some of what she was tasting was leftovers from Belle’s most recent bowel movement…
Belle only moaned above her, using one free hand to pleasure herself… making sure she got the most out of this feeling… She loved, loved, loved this feeling… being filled so much by a tongue… the way Saraith wriggled underneath her, the way that her tongue squirmed inside of her…
It was perfection…
So much so… that Belle didn’t want it to end…
As Saraith attempted to pull her tongue back out… Belle’s sphincter suddenly closed tightly around it…
“Wwaaaa.. Whaaa… waiighh…” She tried to protest, attempting to pull her tongue back…
“N-no, no, no~” Belle teased… “I-I d-didn’t say I-I h-had enough… ehehe~ L-looks like I-I n-need to p-punish you after all~”
“MMnnngghhh! Pweaagghh… woonnnghh…” Saraith, practically snapped into a fit of whining and moaning, pleading with Belle… or at least trying to…
“Hehe~ W-w-what’s wrong… S-Saraith… a-afraid o-of m-my butt~?”
“I-It’s o-okay… j-just t-take it l-like a good girl~ Y-you can do t-that for me… r-right~?”
“Hehe… N-not like y-you h-have a choice…”
Belle reached down, gripping locks of Saraith’s hair… and with a sudden yank! She forced Saraith’s head up, practically forcing her tongue deep into her anus… and sealing her anal ring to the ring of Saraith’s gag…
“I-I h-hope you’re ready~”
“PRRHHHPPPHHHHPRPRT!”
“PFFRRRRRRSHRRRRRPHHHLPLT!”
“PFFFRRPT!”
Belle’s guts thundered yet again, though this time… they didn’t erupt like they did previously. Their exit was… stifled, their sound muffled by the presence of a massive thing lodged up her gut…
Saraith’s tongue…
Which was now absolutely baking in the horrid, sulphuric gas of Belle’s gut…
Saraith couldn’t even scream, all her energy going into her body’s struggling and twitching… the only sounds coming from her being quiet, whimpering gags as her tongue continued to roast…
The flavor was so powerful… so traumatizing… it left a scar in Saraith’s mind…
She could feel the moisture… the heat… the humidity… all inside of Belle’s body…
All on her tongue…
“Mmmngh… mmmmnnn…” She groaned, wincing as she desperately tried to pull her tongue back…
“PHHHRRRRRPHHHHT!”
“‘Mmm~ Ohh~ S-Saraith… y-your tongue f-feels so good… H-how is it… a-are you enjoying… h-having your t-tongue inside me… a-as I f-fill y-your l-lungs with my farts…?”
“I-Is it e-everything y-you were hoping f-for?”
Belle squeezed her guts… letting them fully envelop and mold to the form of Saraith’s long, succubus tongue…
“Mmm~ Ahn~” She moaned, “B-because… I-I know I am~ I-I d-don’t think… I’ll e-ever get e-enough of t-this t-tongue of yours~”
“M-maybe I-I’ll make you m-my personal… g-gut cleaner…”
“P-permanently…”
Belle continued to laugh quietly to herself, flexing her hole around Saraith’s tongue over and over again.
“Mmm~” Belle continued moaning… “I-I r-really am c-considering it~” She teased, really gripping Saraith’s hair…
“FRRRRRPLPLPLPLPRPPHHHHT!”
Unbeknownst to Belle… her gut was moving something… quite a lot of something…
To her, it only felt like Saraith’s tongue, growing and twisting around in her gut…
But Saraith could tell what it was right away, the first few inches of it starting to coat her tongue…
“HHHMMMMMRRRRPHHH! PGGHLGHK! HHMMPRH!!” She panicked, uselessly.
“Oough~ I t-think I-I have a b-big one c-coming… a r-really… really b-big one…” Belle giggled as Saraith struggled beneath her.
But Belle did take notice of Saraith’s increased ferocity, her struggling increasing in both strength and effort tenfold, her restraints really starting to strain now…
“O-oh~? What’s w-wrong, S-Saraith~? T-too excited f-for these n-next f-farts~? I-I b-bet they’re g-gonna taste r-really goooood~”
“D-don’t e-even t-hink about… t-trying to p-pull y-your tongue out~”
Belle snapped her fingers… and in an instant, Saraith found her tongue… and lips… now firmly sealed to Belle’s anal ring… her tongue lodged deep inside, conforming to her shape of Belle’s gut as she squirmed and flexed… but unable to retreat into the safety of Saraith’s mouth… A magical glue of some kind sealed its way around Saraith’s gag… completely airtight… and no room for escape..
“H-hold on, S-Saraiiith~”
Belle spun around, now facing away from Saraith’s body… and slowly, she pulled herself forward, dragging Saraith along with her to the side of the bed… Saraith’s restrains magically adapting to Belle’s movements… keeping her fully bound…
Belle was now standing, somewhat, squatting and bent over, her legs fully off the bed… while Saraith was now laying completely back, her neck and head bent backwards slightly, effectively forming a perfectly straight line along with Belle’s guts… her tongue remaining steadfast…
“Hehe~”
Belle reached backwards, arching her back slightly as she firmly grabbed the horns that adorned the sides of Saraith’s head…
Belle planted her feet, closed her eyes, and looked up, trying to relax her own neck as she felt she was about to push out some of her worst farts yet….
“PFFFFFFFFFLLPLPLORRRRLPLPLPLPLPT!”
What Belle felt as a great relief… to Saraith, felt like the opening of floodgates…
An absolute torrent of brown… mushy… rancid… horrid shit…
It came out at an extremely high speed and pressure, her own tongue only exacerbating the issue… as the high pressure from Belle’s gut exploded out from around her tongue…
“SPLPLPLPLORRPLPLPPLPLURPHHHPLPLPLT!”
What felt like just horridly wet farts to Belle… felt like an absolute tsunami of waste to Saraith… the high pressure shit forced its way straight down her throat and into her stomach, piling up inside of her so dense it left not a single air pocket… as more and more compounded together…
Saraith practically tried to scream as the horrid flavor soaked into her tongue and filled her up completely… but nothing could get past the torrent, not even the sound of her own voice…
Reactively, Belle grabbed Saraith’s nose… pinching it shut…
“Hehe… y-you’re k-keeping… m-my farts a-all i-inside o-of you… n-no e-escapiiiing~”
“SPHFFFFFLPPLLPLPLPLPRRPLPLPLRSPLURRRPLPLPLSPLURPLTPLT”
“Ough… t-t-they’re s-so… wet…” Belle moaned, entirely oblivious to the flood of shit she was practically bloating her friend with…
The horrid flood lasted for quite some time… far longer than Saraith’s stamina could handle.
Even as Belle continued to unload, Saraith was already unconscious… her eyes having long since rolled back, her cheeks bulged out… with some muck even starting to leak out of her nose as the rest of her body became full…
But even then, Belle wasn’t going to stop until she was finished unloaded… and boy, did she unload…
As she snapped her fingers, the restraints and glue keeping Saraith in place faded into a glittery smoke, dissipating into the air…
“Whew…” Belle sighed, rubbing her stomach. “T-t-that was a-a lot… S-so many w-w-wet farts…”
But when she looked back… the light blue skin of her cheeks flushed a bright, bright pink…
Saraith wasn’t just full of gas… judging by the slight bulge in her stomach, the bulging in her throat… and the thick, mucky, brown substance that leaked from her nose… a small pile still resting outside of Saraith’s ring gag. Saraith was simply so full there was no more room to accommodate it…
“O-oh… umm… o-oops…”
Belle chuckled to herself awkwardly… thinking she’d gone a little too far… but another glance at Saraith showed a small puddle and wet spot…
Telling Belle everything she needed to know…
“So… y-you really d-did e-enjoy all that!” She gasped, happily. “We-we’re gonna h-have s-so much f-fun over this n-next week… I-I c-can’t wait!”
Little did Belle realize, Saraith had simply wee’d herself a bit… far from cumming… and far from enjoying this entire… experience…