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Amazon Prison WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS FART/BUTT DOMINATION, FART/BUTT FETISHISM, SCAT, AND SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS. READER DISCRETION ADVISED. Brooke enjoyed the weight that was put on her mighty booty. She not only felt the swing of her big black luscious cheeks, but she could almost feel all the slave boy's eyes on her. She was gorgeous, as Amazons go. Beautiful brown eyes, with skin and short hair to match. She wore only a glass necklace, with dark orange panties and underwear which squeezed her skin. Not only did she appear beautiful on the outside; the boys also loved what she carried inside as well. BBRRPPT! FLLRRTT! POOTT! The three farts followed in quick succession, as she was known to do. As Brooke sauntered down the halls of the prison, each slave boy hugged their cell bars, paying her tribute. “Good morning Goddess Brooke.” “Goddess Brooke, good morning!” “Goddess Brooke, I made you something!” She stopped, looking at a lowly slave stretch his arms out of his cell. It was some sort of drawing, with her next to a heart, standing over the slave boy. “Very cute Samuel,” she said, taking the drawing. “I hope we get to act it out before you leave.” Her massive hands reached in, grabbing the boy's skull. The boy closed his eyes, hoping to ignore the cold metal bars and instead focus on her butt trying to wrap around his face. FFFFFLLLRRRUUBBBLB! A long, pickle scented fart blew into his face; not a typical thank you, but he held his face against the bars, hoping to grace her cheeks again. She left, letting him fester in his lust. “Thank you Goddess Brooke!” he cried, after coughing from the rank smell. Brooke smiled as she turned the corridor, then held the paper taut against her ass. PPRRRAAABBTT! It tore in two, whisked to the ground. She did not need more clutter for her office; no doubt the boys who weren’t masturbating to Samuel’s experience would be making drawings of their own. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Brooke stood outside Cayden’s door impatiently. She hated waiting and had a load of flatulence waiting to be unloaded on the boy. As warden of the Amazon Prison, she was wont to treat these boys however she liked. After a series of harsh years, however, she found more enjoyment in leading them on. Playing the good cop was her specialty and she adored toying with the boys until they practically dug their faces in her booty. Then, she would unleash. PPRRLLBT! FLLURT! BBLLRBBR! “Oh, excuse me Cayden! Too much mozzarella sticks, you know how it is.” Brooke bent low, positioning her ass beside the boy’s face. “There’s no problem, your Goddess. You look beautiful today.” “Thank you Cayden.” FFRRAAABBBTTT! A warm smile was brought to Brooke’s face. She continued inspecting the floor while “accidentally” ripping ass in the slave’s face. He was apparently a slave for Queen Sasha. No doubt he’d experienced worse farts in his time. After being thrown in prison for refusing to clean her asscheeks, beign thrown in with Brooke must have seemed like heaven. For now. PPRRTT! FRRRMMMTT! “Alright Cayden, it looks like no mice in here.” she said, standing up. “That’s good. The only creatures I want nibbling on my guests is me.” She smiled, patting the boy’s head. He was chained, sprawled out by his hands and feet. An unnecessary precaution, she thought. If there was a prison break in progress she could have the whole lot of boys hogtied before they knew what hit them. Except now, they’d probably team up on the escapees, hoping for a dull fart from her as a reward. Brooke turned around, burying her ass in his face. BBBRRRRRLLLLLRRRRRR! “Ohh yes,” she sighed, rubbing her underwear in the boy’s face. The fart lulled on, with a sharp, dull tone. “A sad fart for a sad day. They tell me this is your last day with us, hmmm?” PPRRROOOOTTT! The boy took a second, either to fully recover from her cheesy fart or collect his thoughts. “Yes, your Goddess.” he replied, muffled by her cheeks and another fart. “I wish I could stay here forever.” “Oh, I do too my love. It’s not very often I get a boy in here whose so...handsome.” PPLLLLLPPPPPPTT! It was a lie, as she told every young boy that. Still, the boy made an effort to embrace himself in her asscrack, lovingly sniffing every inch offered to him. “I’m still wondering how such a dapper, clean man could be so disobedient to Queen Sasha?” she asked. FFLLLBBBOOOTT! Of course she knew why. Queen Sasha was huge, with the ass the size of a small bus. Brooke’s ass was big, gently knocking the boy about with each asscheek the size of a wastebasket. PPRRRRAALLBBTTT! Her farts engulfed the boy with massive amounts of stink, but one fart from Queen Sasha could blow these boys away. It’s no wonder she was Queen and Brooke was stuck down here with these ingrates. PPRRLLAALBBTT! With every fart, Cayden sunk deeper into her cheeks. PPRRPPT! Smelling every… BBRRRABBT!....last...PPSSSSSTTT!....particle of fart air he could. “You know what Cayden? I think you deserve a reward for your good behavior here.” Brooke now took off her panties, fully revealing the majesty of her booty in his face. “Would you like that?” She giggled, almost turned on by how face he nodded along the length of her asscrack. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Now, keep you mouth wide and this will be quick. I promise.” Again, Brooke would turn her promise into an unintended consequence for the boy’s trust. As her light pink asshole spread, the boy kept his mouth open in anticipation. Her asshole was as large as his mouth, but now, gaped to the size of a softball. Which, was about the size of Brooke’s defecation. “Ahh! Here we go, my toilet.” she said, grunting. A small turd pinched off, just barely fitting in the boy’s mouth. He continued chewing, never taking his eyes off the second morsel already firing. Another shitlet popped onto his face. Then three, then four. And much more. BBRRLOOT! Shitting on his face was a testament to the training of her slaves. She promised Cayden it would be quick, that, “I only have a few small packages to drop off.” She said it so sweetly, so sincerely. True, her turds were small droppings, but she hadn’t mentioned the amount she would produce. “Urrgh! Ohhh!” FFRRAATTBTT! Her grunts and farts contrasted her previous sweet tone. Around twenty little turds simply bounced off the boys face. Most fell to the floor, but the rest stained his skull. He chewed, trying to catch as much as he could around his mouth. He had no idea when the onslaught would end...or even if it would. No doubt the sour, rancid smell was killing him, disregarding the taste of Brooke’s corn flake and beef stew lunch she had earlier. When it was over, her asshole was now prolapsed to twice its size. An ungodly fart then filled the room. BBRRRRAALLBBOOPBBOTT! “Oh goodness! Excuse me!” Brooke said. She smiled, now resting her booty atop the boys face and her own shit. “I’m sorry my sweet toilet. That really took a while out of me. Do you mind if I sit, just for a moment?” She could feel the boy swallow with great effort, pushing the shit past his tounge to speak. “Yes my Goddess. Please, take...all the time you need.” “You honor me with your service my love. Again, I’ll only be a moment.” She sunk her head deeper around his face, farting long and deep as his chains creaked from the weight. She did not get up until the boy had scraped her shit gone, even licking her asshole clean. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Brooke returned an hour later. She wanted to enjoy this, so she quickly ate the largest meal her slaves could prepare for her. She entered Cayden’s cell, adorned in a regal black dress. “I thought I’d dress up for you, my little slave. Give you something to remember me by.” She smiled, sitting on the human table far too little for her weight. PPRRRAAABBBTTT! The folds of the dress shot into the air, giving the boy an intended quick glance of her glorious black booty caped by her glorious black dress. She stood, caressing the boy’s face with her hands. “Now can you promise me one thing, my love?” The boy’s eyes went wide and his nostrils flared. “Anything my Goddess! Anything at all!” She chuckled. His silly little devotion was almost too much. “Make sure you enjoy every second. For me.” As she finished talking, her hand led it’s way unto the boy’s genitals. Her hand was far too massive and his junk was far too tiny. A pleasurable inconvenience for both of them. She gently squeezed, then turned around to silence the boy’s yelping hole with her own. Gently, she began to handstand and the lower part of her dress fell to her upper back. The boy was now presented with far too much booty for him to handle under his chin. Brooke looked back to see his eyes crossing. He looked so amusingly stupid. “Hard to tell where my booty ends and the dress begins, hmmm slave?” PPRRRRRTT! A small fart was all it took to set the boy off. His mouth was drooling onto her cheeks and his hands shook in an effort to take hold of her ass. “Sorry, my dear, rules are rules. Be sure to look with your eyes. And of course, your heart.” She giggled, letting a symphony of small farts peck out her ass. PPRRTTT! POOOTT! BRRTTTPT! FFLLBBOTT! He whimpered, like a small dog seeing it’s owner behind a closed door. “Here, let me.” she said. She stood taller, now sealing her booty tightly around the boy’s face. He licked everywhere, up and down her crack from her pussy to her asshole. It gave her shivers...which also gave her gas. BBBRRRAABBPPTTTTTT! “Thank you Goddess, thank you!” he practically shouted. It was a greasy fart, no love intended. Brooke chuckled at this feral animal beneath her booty. “Don’t thank me yet, my toilet.” He seemed not to care at her less than endearing term. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Gently, Brooke was stroking the boy’s penis with her fingers. It wasn’t too hard; he could get erect just by watching her twerk in front of him. Beneath her ass, she was not so gentle. PPRRRRRAABBTT! FFFFFFRRRTTTT! BRRLLAABBTTTTT! Now her triple counted farts were deeper, less abrupt. She unleashed all she could on the boy’s face. PPSSSRRAHHTTTT! Too hard of a push left a brown shart stain on the boy’s nose. She tugged harder as he coughed, hoping it wouldn’t pull him out of the experience. The tortuous smell only seemed to wrap him up more. “Oh yes, my love.” she cooed, nuzzling his face with her ass. “Let me feel you penetrate me.” His tounge was insignificantly plugged into her anus and vagina. It was nothing, but the feeling of him trying to please her mighty holes turned the Amazon Goddess on. And when she was horny- BBBBBLLBBBBBTTTTT!- the boy suffered. He coughed, taking in the gas as much as he could. But it was becoming too much for him. Brooke gazed upon his tiny cock, seeing the veins about to burst. It was time to end this. Her massive thighs interlocked between the boy’s neck. Her cheeks tightened around his face and she blasted away. PPRRRRAALMMPMMBLLTT! “Ahh, can you feel the love, my slave. Can you feel me?” Brooke tugged away as the rancid old cheese odor showered the boy. He made strained noises as the life was sucked away from him. “Don’t struggle my sweet. Embrace it,” she said, shaking her hips. “Embrace me!” PPSSSSSSSSSRRSSSSS! The long SBD trickled out her anus; she had expertly positioned the skin to touch his lips. A sensual, 15 second kiss blown his way by his Goddess. Love took over, past the boy’s natural instinct for survival. His breaths were now not greedily sucked into his lungs, but shared amongst the foul methane Brooke shat into his face. Gently, the boy’s head drooped, slumped along the Amazon’s vagina. Small driblets of cum sprinkled onto the floor; the boy’s auto-erotic asphyxiation was complete. Brooke sighed grunting for one last, loud fart. BBBLLRRBLBBBALBBTTBBTT! It was bubbly and harsh, sure to wake any poor boy who thought he could escape her asshole by faking death. Cayden showed no response, not even a sharp breath against her mighty cheeks. Brooke relaxed her cheeks, slumping on the boy’s face. Her ass had claimed another victim for the glory of Amazonia. She rose, farting into her hand and blowing the stink at the corpse. A final goodbye kiss to her dearly beloved. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Months later, the boy Samuel had now found himself in Cayden’s spot. He bounced along his chains, already visibly erect as Brooke sauntered naked into the room. “Oh my Goddess my sweet! I can’t wait for my goodbye sendoff!” Brooke’s ear perked up. She tried to keep her ordeals in this room silent, so as not to discourage the boy. She hid her surprise behind a smile, sexily placing her hips along the boy's own hips. She felt a pang of disgust as he bounced, trying to penetrate her booty with his puny pecker. “Oh, and what did you hear, my sweet?” she asked. “Only the greatest farts I’ve ever heard! I bet Cayden’s bragging to Sasha at the capitol right now!” Brooke’s smile was now genuine. The poor, stupid little fool. “Well Cayden’s experience was unique. As yours will be.” She bent her face down to the boy’s, then contorted it in obvious pain while she grunted. The boy gasped; Brooke had hung a turd, just dangling around the tip of his penis. “My question to you is; can you handle it?” The boy nodded, bending low to kiss her breasts. She stopped him with her hands, slowly rising to rest the booty above the boys face. She unleashed her onslaught and Samuel ate the turds with Cayden’s vigor. No doubt he was too distracted to hear the small chuckles from Brooke as she smiled. Samuel was doomed. |
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