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Declassified: Foreign Invasion WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS THE AMERICAN WONTON USUAL. READER DISCRETION ADVISED. Prince Jared should have alerted security when he caught Emara Mambra in his room. She seemed to be completely unaware, fiddling with her dresses backside-caught red handed? “Umm, excuse me, miss?” he said with the politeness his status demanded. The woman turned and he looked upon her strong caricature of a woman. Indian nationality, with long flowing hair and bright blue eyes. Not to mention very healthy legs and height...and a bosom that wrapped around her front end. “Oh hello Prince Jared,” she said-her voice was as tantalizing as well. “I’ve had a little wardrobe malfunction and didn’t want to disturb your birthday party.” She turned back around, fiddling with her lower half as if he couldn’t have her executed for simply stepping in his room. He didn’t mind. “No trouble at all, my dear.” He approached her side- the first of many mistakes. “What seems to be the problem?” Mambra smiled down at him and lifted her dress up. “Oh it’s this damn underwear. Pardon my surly display your highness...and my language.” BBBBRRRRRRRPPPTTT! “Ohhh...and that.” The prince jumped. This woman defiled his breathing air! And she had her hand on his shoulder! And she was forcing him to...his knees...meeting his face with her large, luscious cheeks. FFFFFFFFFLLLLOOORRRRBBTT! “Ouugh, excuse me,” said the woman. “Your kingdom’s supply and taste of oyster soup is much appreciated your highness.” Her words were lost to Prince Jared as he was sent on a journey through her rancid fart haze. “Oh this damn linen is giving me a wedgie...and I’m feeling a little stomach unrest,” continued Mambra. “Let me just take these off...and we can sit over there.” PPPPPLLLLLLLSSSSSSSSSS! “Sit...over there…” said Prince Jared. His eyes locked on her asscrack, following the eggy fart as it quietly tricked out her butthole. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Goddess Serum 86 seemed to be working swimmingly. Emara needn’t even look back on the poor princes face to hear the effects. PPPPLLLLLLLLRRBBTTLLTTT! That fart ended a little wet, yet Jared sunk his face deeper into her asscrack, a little tounge ran around her cavernous cheeks. He coughed and sputtered, drooling like a dog tasting her shit air. Serum 86 made him see past that, making her farts become lustful, delicious treats upon impact with a subject. FFFFFFFFLLLLLOOORRRTTT! Jared sat up on his couch while Emara Mambra was reversed upon his chest, her booty just out of the boy’s reach. He had to work to touch her soft, smelly behind and that was part of the torture...or in today’s case, interrogation. BBBBLLLLLRRBBUUUUTTTTT! “Ohh thank you for your hospitality Prince Jared. Most men wouldn’t understand a woman’s farts ruining her dress.” Mambra separated her asscheeks. He could feel the boy’s eyes follow her chunky brown asshole as it opened to greet him. PPPTTTTAAARRRTTT! “Ahh, such a gentleman.” she cooed, rubbing his hair as he took deep whiffs. “Although your swiss cheese platters probably gave me all this gas. A little blame for you, hmm dear?” FFFFLLLTTTOOORRTT! PPPAAALLLRRPBBTT! BBBBOOUUUAAATTT! “I’m sorry, I’m sorry dear!” he sputtered, between intaking the farts with an open mouth. Mambra looked back. He looked like a retarded fish trying to breath. So cute, and so much more interesting than her torture days. PPPPLLLAAAAAPBBTT! FFFTTOOOOOOTTT! BBBLLLLAASSRRBBSSLLLRT! The last one she sat down, letting the fart ripple make his imagination run wild. “Such a handsome, suave prince.” she muttered. He tried saying something back, buried under a sensual wonderland of ass meat and fart stench. BBBLLLTTTSSSSSTTT! Mambra pushed a little too hard and the boy ran his hands along her asscheeks. She didn’t have all day, however. He was buttered up by her booty and she had a job to do. “Prince Jared, I actually had an inquiry for your kingdom,” said Mambra. She sat up, holding her booty at arms length. “I’ve so much of your military might in Kasavadan. One particular base caught my attention. Base point west, is your command post, no?” The boy’s arms reached out dumbfounded, kneading her soft buttcheeks between his fingers. PPPTTAAARRRRRRRTTT! His eyes lit up, watching her asshole pucker out another flavorful fart. Mambra sighed. Sometimes the drug got them a little too loopy. BBBTTTLLUUUUUUTTT! “Prince Jared, dear?” Jared mumbled his response. Fuck it, he was still sugestionable. Mambra decided to be a little more direct. Jared gave a little yelp as she sat the full weight of her booty on his face. BBBLLLLLAAAARRRPPPTTTT! A meaty, fish filled fart to coat his nostrils while she asked her question. “Jared, what’s the entry code for base point west, dear?” Mambra rose to let him respond. She felt him cough against her butthole, puckering for a sensual display above his eyelids. “I...I don’t know...so...sorry.” BBBBLLLUUAAAFFFFFF! He did know. It was his 18th birthday and Kasavadian law required the newly elected president to know all military secrets. Which, he was keeping from Mambra. She didn’t like secrets one bit. With a grunt and a bite of her lip, she sat down. BBBLLLLAARRRRBBBLLLPPPTTTTTTTTTTT! She rose halfway through the fart-otherwise he’d be knocked out, or worse. The boys eyes watered as he watched her booty slowly shake through the fart haze. “Oh come now boy, don’t tease,” said Mambra. “You know. Here, let me demonstrate.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Jared’s fart induced high had him in disbelief. Even as Mambra undid his dress pants-BBBTTTLLLLRRRTTT!-even as he heard her giggle, shaking her enormous booty over his miniscule cock. FFFFLLLAAABBPPPTTTT! She moaned, mushing her spread asshole to flutter his ballsack. The boy got shivers in all the right places. Still, this was his country, his land. He would not let any foreigner...WHOAH. Mambra reached back to cover the boy’s mouth with her arm. So he was one of those loud orgasmers...great. FFFSSSHHLLOOOOOOOTTT! The fart reverbed off his dick and around his waist. He gasped like a little girl as she slowly bounced up and down. To be fair, he wasn’t that tiny downstairs. But Mambra had trained her marvelous booty day and night for situations like this. He compared not to the horse dildo her ass would swallow any day of the week. BBBLLLLLLLLAAAAARRRRTTTT! “Ohh, you see, Jared? I just want to have fun with your base, just a little lock and key action, hmmm? You do know how a lock and key works, hmm?” Mambra excited him, and bent her booty his way. A long finger spindled to her bulging asshole. “Lock,” she said. PPPLLLTTLLRLRRRBBTT! “Ahhh...key.” Then, she touched his dick. The boy followed her booty as she resumed her position just above his lovemaker. “Now, can I have the code...pretty please?” BBBBBRRLLAAPPBBBTSSHTT! The boy’s drug induced sensations erupted all at once. He felt Mambra’s ass spittle touch his ballsack, which led to his orgasm, which led to every blood vessel working overtime, pushing the drugs further across his mind. “5...4, 4...7,8,9…” he muttered, before his eyelids drooped shut. Mambra smiled, wiping the cum he shot at her booty on the boy’s pants. “They’re always so fast to fall asleep after that,” she joked to herself. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Serum 85, although close in number, had severely altered implications. Prince Jared’s eyes were burning, along with his nose as he felt his mind screaming for release. FFFLLLLLOOOUURRRRRRTTTT! Mambra’s insanely long toot bellowed around the toilet bowl, her ass sealing any escape from the smell. Jared endured every particle and he screamed for release, threatening execution, expulsion...all weightless against the power of Emara Mambra’s booty. BBBLLLLLLOOOOOOPPTT! The prince endured another airy toot, filled with a bean paste smell he recognized being served downstairs. Mambra sure had a lot of it if her gas was any indication. “What--WHAT DO YOU WANT?!” He finally screamed. Serum 85 targeted his pain centers, making the farts none too bearable for the sheltered life of a prince. Mambra laughed, tickling his neck above him. “Isn’t it obvious boy? I want you to lick me clean!” FFFFLLLLSSSHHHLLOOAATT! And so her mushy, shit-paste logs started to unearth themselves. Mambra would feel a shred of guilt using her booties powers on a minor-that is, if he wasn’t a spoiled brat. BBBRRLLLSSSHHHOOATTT! No, he had just turned 18 now, a true man, if his cock was any indication. It seemed very limp at the prospect of her booty now. PPPSSSLLLLBBUUUAAATTT! “Ohh, my my. I don’t suppose there's any leftover cake downstairs, hmmm?” Mambra joked. She moved her butt to the side to peer down. The prince was gasping for air; the toilet was nearly halfway full of her feces. She winced, the strong acidic smells even too much for her above. She re-sealed the toilet bowl, sharting louder to drown out the young prince’s screams opposing the glorious sounds of her butt crunches. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Emara Mambra was back at the Agency at 9pm. With a weary sigh she entered the showers, feeling the dried shit itch her asscrack. She’d only just turned on the water when Director Staymund entered the woman’s showers. “Jesus christ, what’d you do to that boy?” he asked. Mambra chuckled. No doubt he was staring at the mess of black shit caked along nearly a foot of asscrack. “You said wipe his memory with the serum, right? That’s what I did.” FFFLLLLTTTRROOOOOBBBBTTT! Staymund covered his nose the best he could through the shower fart. “Yeah, I said get answers, not plunge the kid into a freakin’ coma.” Mambra chuckled again. This was his usual, professional disgust. He got results and wasn’t that angry. “Anyway, mission success, well done, your check is in the mail, yadda yadda… you ready for your next assignment? We got a busy week ahead of us.” Mambra sighed, bending to her side to enjoy a wet, flappy shower fart she couldn’t resist sharing with her boss. BBBLLLLPPPPPPUUUURRPPPUUTTTTTTTT! For 10 seconds, Staymund watched her brown speckled asshole shoot fart particles and water like a river statue. Emara looked at him and winked. “Fair enough. Check your phone for details.” he said, leaving her to her own devices. Emara sighed, alone with her thoughts. My, that prince was cute, for a spoiled brat. She grabbed a nearby shampoo bottle and spritzed half the bottle across her asscrack. FFFHHSSSOOBBBPPPTTT! With a lubed up anus, she began strengthening her booties powers for the betterment of the Agency. |
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