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Cleaning Up the World Upon her arrival, Frankie sat patiently in the dining room, at the instruction of Countess Bella. He would be dressed cordially, in the tight pinstriped serving suit, matching the walls and their owner in a solemn, white elegance. The charade would soon fade, as Countess Bella brought home her latest victim. The door swung open and he sauntered in, drunkenly slurring his amusement. “Nice place you got here, madaam.” The man simply snickered at seeing the boy, rising up quickly to his Countess. “May I take your coat, Countess?” Frankie asked. She smiled sweetly down, a merry creature spewing frizzled blonde hair around her dimpled cheeks and dark brown eyes. “Of course dear, thank you,” she said, handing him the furs. Now there was only her creamy white dress and skin...barely tucked around the mighty figure that held it. “You’ve got a lucky job, boyo!” the man said, foolishly wrapping his arm around just above her mighty bum. He fuddled for a bill and threw at the boy. “Here...why don’t you go get us some champagne or...whatever’s available at the corner store!” Frankie stared down at the bill...then back at the Countess. She slowly walked towards her bedroom, leading the man to the door. “Frankie, I’d like the usual tonight,” she spoke softly. “Provolone cheese, if we have it.” “Yes mum,” he quickly responded. “Anything else?” “A glass of Rosetta,” she said. The man indignantly looked on, ready to reinstate his orders...until the Goddess set the tone. BBBBBBTTTLLRRROOOOAATTTOOATTTTT! Countess Bella’s fart tore threw her dress, throwing the underside up to reveal her naked, white booty. The man had a few choice seconds-either be shocked at her anal outburst or take a peek as the dress fluttered downward. He did both, slurring out a few words of shock...that was, until her erection stopped the flutter of the dress. “Wait...wha-” The Goddess stopped his speech by stepping forward, pressing her cock out to push him inside and shut the door behind her. The flatulence started up again...as well as the screams of terror. The taste of the Goddess lingered...he spun on a heel to go cook. It was best to keep his mind off her as long as possible. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Countess Bella’s mansion had many a wall to block the aggression she was pouring into the man. Yet the cruelty never truly escaped the boy’s mind. None of them did. The man was churlish enough-probably the type that took money from charities, twiddling their elitish mustaches in a cartoonish fashion while they laughed at the misfortune of others. Frankie just couldn’t spin the justice like that...after all, he’d tasted the Goddess himself. The plate of nachos was inane in it’s visage, despite his best intentions. He supposed it spoke to her nature, a foul killer posing as a high society socialite. Frankie poured the final topping of melted provolone cheese, soaking in with shredded chicken, beef, jalapenos, and corn flakes. It was a gut bomb for a Goddess, plain and simple. If this man thought he was getting it bad before...jesus. Frankie was still lost in agitated thought when he knocked on her door. “Come in dear,” he heard her softly speak. FFFTTLLLOORRMMPPROOORTTT!- her fart and his scream met the boy as he came in with the plate of nachos. “On the dresser dear, that’s fine,” she spoke. Frankie tried to harness as little of the scene as possible as he walked in. The air was thick with previous warm up toots and funk. Her cock, massive as a small animal, prodded the depths of the ball gagged man on her bed. She withdrew, a large slurping sound left from her girth, to reach out and steal a chip as he set it down. “Mmmm, delicious,” she told him. “Thank you dear. Where’s the wine?” Frankie’s heart nearly exploded in shock. “S-sorry Goddess, it’ll only be a mom-” The man spat out his ball and gag, desperate for help. “KID, FUCKING CALL SOMEONE! SHE’S CRAZY! SHE’S-” The Goddess punched his stomach, wheeling her booty round to swallow his face entirely beneath her. PPTTTLLRRRMMMPPPBBBRRRBBTT! FFFFAAABBRRROOLLLATTTTT! She sighed gently as her aggressive toots poured onto his face like magma from her anus. “That’s fine, dear, we’ll skip it for tonight,” she spoke, gently rubbing his shoulder. “I hear too much actually causes impotence...the one science article that’s bad about wine, wouldn’t you figure? Of course my dick is at risk. Hmph.” BBBRRRLLLTTMMMRPPPRBBBRRTTTT! “Of course, he isn’t helping, look at that.” At his disapproval, Frankie glanced at her limp cock as she turned to the coughing man beneath her. He could nearly scream before her penis slowly took itself into his gullet. “We’ll bring us up to speed, won’t we Mr. Harringer?” Frankie slowly inched backwards from the gagging, watching her booty cheeks clap as she thrust into his mouth. Now was a better time than ever to excuse himself. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Now that “pleasantries” were over, he was of course encouraged to remove all clothing. Humbleness and shame went hand in hand with the Countess. On the plus side, there was no use spoiling good clothes with sweat, was there? The hole was finally dug. A good 6 feet across, 3 or so feet under. The boy had become an expert at digging shallow graves. He walked past the beds of roses lining her garden, into the house, summoning the courage to knock on her door. “Come in, boy,” she instructed. He did and the smell greeted him with far more...pulp. BBBBRRRTTTMM--FFLLRROOOTTTT! “Oagh!” Goddess Bella cried, spreading her legs to let her booty muscles pinch out the soggy turd between her buttcheeks. She was rising, letting the brunt of the shit coil from the top of the man’s face, down his shit filled lips, and finally pinching off at the start of his chest. PPLLRRRRAASSSTTATTTTTTTT!, went her asshole, happily announcing the departure of her last log of poo. The plate of nachos lay bare; the Goddess sighed, happily mushing her booty back down upon her own filth. “Ahhh...is Mr. Harringer’s grave ready dear?” she asked. The boy nodded, holding both hands at his side to keep him from pinching his nostrils shut. “Wonderful,” she spoke. “We’ll aim for a quick disposal tonight, hmm Frankie? I’m still a little miffed that this wretch couldn’t summon my seed out.” She wriggled, shaking her cock side to side, still angrily pulsing for attention along the shaft. “Ah well.” The Goddess rose, with a flapping fart, leaving Frankie to summon the courage to lift the man’s corpse. BBBBBRRFFFLLRRRTTAATTTTTTTTTTTTTT! It was seconds after he threw him into the hole that she was upon him, bending over the man with a spread, shitstained booty. “Hggrrhhgooh….there we are.” BBBTTLLLUUAAUTTOO---PPRRLLLSSSAALTTTTTTT! Like a spout, her bootyhole poured a thick coating of feces along his feet; the Goddess grunted and giggled, turning her booty to lay an even coating. “What to say on Mr. Harringer’s behalf?” the Goddess started, between a grunt and another shart. “He could hold his whiskey among his peers...shame he couldn’t hold the company values and leave the stock margins out of his pockets….hmmm, what else?” PPSSSSLLRRMMAATTTTTT! BBBLLLARRROTOTTOORRPPPTTTTT! Frankie held his head to the side, eager to stick his nose amongst the growing grass instead of her acidic shit. “Ahhh...he was a terrible golfer...haha, aren’t they all? And he said he would die for some good barbeque from home….Illinois or Texas, or whatever it was.” BBBRRRSSSMMRRIIPPPPPP! She was above his face now, a prolapsed anus sharting dribbled bits of brown on top. “Haha...it looks like my own home cooking did him in!” The Goddess finished...another shart exploded from her bootyhole. “May he...URGH...rest...in…” FSSSSSTTRRTTTTT! PPRRSSTTATTTATTTT! BBALLLAARROOTTTT! Frankie turned, watching her asshole angrily flex in and out, indecisively pouring dribbling poo around his exposed head. “My Goddess, should I...spread it around?” She shot him a look...one that appeared to be anger in the menacing light coming from the house. At a closer look, she was smiling at the suggestion. “No dear, he’s not worth it,” said the Goddess. “Go ahead and pour on the seeds.” He did so, while the Goddess gave a literal piss on the man’s grave to nourish the seeds. “I think he’s really tired me with charity benefits,” spoke the Goddess. “Perhaps we’ll go to a think tank next year, boy. How does that sound?” “Sounds wonderful, Goddess Bella.” said the boy, following her inside. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Now came the scarier part...an empty house, save for the two of them. In a more fanciful sort of hope, he’d once dreamed the ghosts of her victims would come and save him from her grasp. Reason crept into that dream...the Goddess would far overpower even an apparition...not that they’d be so inclined to help the boy anyway. He remained her faithful servant, drawing her bath to a perfection after a kill. The playful attitude would always linger as she entered the bathroom, striding in proudly to claim her rest. “Excuse me,” said the Goddess. She threw her thighs easily over the short boy, giving him a heavy exposure to her stained asscrack and the eggy, silent fart she’d been pouring with each step into the room. In a moment, Frankie feared she would finally turn on him too, shutting those massive legs and buttcheeks around his neck...and then she stepped into the bath with a sigh. He took a moment to savor his breaths before climbing in with her. She had a good book and the misplaced wine from her late dinner. He had her wet naked body, a mismatched 300 or so pounds of cleavage, powerful thighs, light tummy, and inuman ass. “May I touch you, Goddess?” he asked, as required. She took a sip, facing the end of the tub, oblivious to his nervousness. “Mmmhhmm,” he heard, as bubbles tore out from the foam and water below. She turned a page and he turned away from her rankness, readying the soap and luffa. It was always a tightrope to walk. He scrubbed carefully, yet firmly, never distracting her with an aggressive touch or a poorly cleaned appendage. He worked along her arms carefully, never distracting her grip from either page or glass. FFFRRROOOBBMMMRRLLRROMMMPPT! Her booty roared like a whale beneath the sea, nonverbally reminding him of the deadly game he played. He sighed into his arm, wiping along her neck...and then her breasts. BBBBBBTTTTTTLLLRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTT! She’d long wiped out the desire for her body...yet the figure always left fear. He carefully scrubbed, never pinching her softness, never lingering to caress. He’d sweat enough for need of two baths before reaching her stomach...and then wrapping around her cock. PPPPPPPTTTTRRROOOPPPPOOTT! The force of her underwater toot nearly pushed the luffa from his hands-it did, however, cause him to jump in shock, pressing his body against her. It was unavoidable. In that moment, he wished his penis was cut off, with nothing to prod her mighty booty with. “I...excuse me, Goddess Bella.” She was turning, and the boy’s knees shook in fear as her wetness dripped. Her eyes were closed...and she dipped underwater, remerging to lean her head up against the back. FFFMMRRBBBRRRUUALLOORRBBBTTTTT! Her fart tore open the water as she lifted her butt outward along the tub. “Ohhhh...you may begin.” Frankie stared down along her asscrack as she pinched her fingers along her cock to move it aside. The matted shit was still ever present. “I...yes, my Goddess.” He knelt to stick the luffa along her asscrack. He felt her eyes on him...more thought was put into his previous apology. “Can you stand for a moment, boy?” He heard it as she took her last gulp of wine. “I...I’m almost done, Goddess, it won’t be long.” It was far from the truth- he hadn’t even touched her bootyhole, still dripping with filth. She knew it as such, as she sat up, clutching his cock with a wet hand. It was unavoidable to dismiss. As was her own grip upon her cock with the other hand. “I thought I told you not to have those thoughts in my household, boy,” she spoke softly...fingernails lightly pricked the head of his penis. “Such thoughts on my body are...impure. They make you just like the rest of the cretins outside these walls.” BBBBBBBBBSSSSLLMMPPPPRRRRRUUUTATATTT! He shivered as the warm fart water shot at his ankles. “I...I’m so...so sorry- Goddess it...it’s an accident, I-”. FFFFFTTLLRRMMPPBBRRUUAATTTT! He yelped as her grip tightened...he could already feel the taste of her anus around his mouth, her dinner reincarnated into his gullet...just like when they first met. The Goddess chuckled, taking her hand off her cock to lift his chin up to her gaze and off her shit stained anus. “I work hard to clean this world of the...undesirables in our path,” she spoke softly. “Of course, if the thought of my work pleases you...that would be much more acceptable.” PPPRRRLLLAAAALLRRMMRRBBBRTTT! The air was thick with the steam of the bath and her droning toots. When she let go of his cock, his feet were kicked out from under the boy. He’d thought her booty would fall next, trapping him between dirty mouthwater and fouler tastes. He fell forward, into her soft breasts. She giggled, heartily gripping his ass to pull him upwards. “Do you appreciate my work, boy?” she asked him, eyes never leaving him. “Y-yes Goddess, I do-” “Do you? I’m not feeling your appreciation down there.” PPPRRROOTTTLLLRRROOOAAOTTT! Her asshole kissed his cock, in a roar of boisterous disgust...meeting her crooked smile and gaze, he saw her game. “I...I’m very...very proud, to serve you, Goddess,” said the boy. He thrust forward, gently, prodding the ass meat and stink beside his penis. She stroked his hair, returning her own hand to her cock. “Do you?” she asked again. “I do...I do, Goddess, it’s great work, it’s wonderful!” said the boy. He pressed forward...flinching as his cock was blasted again. BBBBRRRRAATTTLLLRRRRTTTT! PRRRROOOOOOOOTTTT! “Ohhh…” she cooed. The boy yelped, as she held him tightly against her wet breasts. “Do you?” she spat. “Do you love my work? Do you?” “Yes!” the boy shouted...and he thrust greater. The water splashed around them in a flurry as she tugged and he humped to their hearts content. Laying on the bed, the boy felt dirtier than when they’d entered the bath. It made matters worse, when the Goddess walked in with her bathrobe, instantly souring the air and her garment. BBBAATTTLLLRRRRMMMRPPPARRTTTTT! The boy heaved a sigh, watching her rump shake as she turned off the lights and begun to climb into the bed with him. He took one last gulp of fresh air, ready to fall under the blankets as usual. The Goddess stopped him, turning to meet his head at the pillow with a kiss. “Do you love my work?” she whispered in the darkness. With the heat of her body, the boy lost all sense of morality...or sense at all. “I love...you.” he returned. She chuckled, throwing a few kisses on his forehead before securing the blankets tightly around their shoulders. Tonight, he would be spared most of her punishment. BBBBRRRLLRRMMMMPPBBBRRRMMRRTT. Most of it. |
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