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Feeding Freedom WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS THE AMERICAN WONTON USUAL. READER DISCRETION ADVISED! The boy awoke to a familiar pair of Amazon buttcheeks. Lightly tanned and large as a dresser they sunk him deep into the depth of her asscrack. Natasha, the Amazon alpha-female, held him easily between her grasp. BBBBBLLLUUFFFOOOTT! The soft morning fart rushed out like a geyser of raw beef and dead animals-but the boy remain relaxed. Relatively, as such a fierce fart from such a fierce creature brought tears to his eyes. Not to mention her thighs beginning to squeeze around his neck and her 400 pounds of booty meat heavying on his face. PPPRRRRRRROOBBTT! FFFRRRRRRLLLLTTTT! BBBBBBLLLRRRBBTTT! The boy panicked. These were no playful farts. Amazon's talked plenty, whether to insult the boy’s penis size or entice them to orgasm. BBBBTTUUUUSSSSSLLLLRRR! That one was aggressively smelly, aggressively savage to the taste. The boy got no words in as any attempt at breathing fresh air was met by asshole and fart. He could only kick his legs as Natasha stroked his head barely poking out. Maybe he heard her shush him, or perhaps it was the sound of her asshole delivering another deadly silent fart. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Amazons had done this before. When the boys got too rowdy to be chained up for a march, sometimes Natasha would order a “silent persuasion”. In the threshold of the morning the boys were suffocated into a coma, ready to be dragged to their true stinky fate. The sleep would be the best part of the ideal. With Quimba, it could only get worse from there. The boy awoke to screaming and cries for help. Around them was a steel cage, curling in upward to keep them in. He saw boys climb along the edges still, while others hung around the front gate. They shook the front gates trying to escape. On the other end of the fence were Amazons. Some were taunting them. Others smushed their cheeks against the metal enclosure, their devoted fart boys gulping down every last goodbye fart. Natasha was at the boy’s end; he could smell her musky scent before he heard the fence crinkle against the might of her booty. “I’m sorry it has to be like this, boy.” she whispered, readjusting her cheeks to fully spread her asshole. FFFLLLLOOOOOTTRRTT! “Ahhhh. It’s not like I didn’t enjoy our time together. This is just how it has to be.” The boy watched her tight brown butthole siphon in and out...it looked so delicate from last morning. He looked up to see her jubilant strong face in a smile. “If you’re careful you can stick your willy through the fence. I don’t think you’ll be able to penetrate to my asshole...ha, when could you to be honest?” BBBBTTLLRROOUUPPTT! The boy managed to crack a smile-Amazons were so morbidly humorous. He sighed and ran his fingers along those soft mush of asscheeks. PPLLLOORRRRRSSSSS! Despite the horrid stench he nuzzled between the steel to meet her sweaty asshole with his nose. He’d remember every breakfast fart in his last moments. Right as he reached to stroke his cock, Natasha pulled away. The footsteps. They all heard it. “Clear out, NOW!” Natasha called to her sisters. With a few more jesterly farts the Amazons said their goodbye to their fart boys. Natasha gave the boy a nod, then disappeared with her sisters. The boys were left with no one but themselves. And soon, Quimba. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The boy was the only one of the new group of captees to experience the raw power of Quiba the Giantess. He was somberly frightened but the rest of the boys who’ve only heard the horrible tales from deviant Amazons...they were gripped with panic. Quimba arrived, carrying her thunderous footsteps which shook the ground like miniature earthquakes. As beauteous as she was, her size struck in real terror...not to mention her smell. She lumped stomach first in front of the cage. Her booty was twice as wide and twice as tall as the enclosure. She turned, exposing the true power in their direction. “Hello tinies!” she bellowed. And with a grunt, unleashed hell. BBBTTWWWOOPPPLLLLLLRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTT! The cage shook furiously and boys were knocked to their feet as the fart bellowed out for 10 seconds of pure methane hell. They all scurried for cover while Quimba laughed. “No like poo poo sound? Too bad! Quimba hungry!” FFLLLTTRRRTT! Her small fart still caused the crowd of boys to go wild. Leading from a nest of pubic hairs was her asscrack, where a sea of caked brown shit led to a gaping pink anus the size of house door. She pinched it in and out, waiting for the next buildup to torture them with. Quimba watched as the boys scurried like ants-one tried to climb the fence. “Ohhh, you like big buns? You big buns boy?” said Quimba, slapping her asscheek with a sound that pierced the boy’s ears. FFFFLLLLLOOOOOOOOPPRRRRTTTT! Her asshole was directed right at the climber and he fell almost 10 feet. Under the roar of the fart the boys could hear him yelp in pain, clutching his broken leg. Quimba’s fingers delved into the cage after the boy. The rest could only watch as he was carried screaming by his broken leg. The Giantess held him over her asscrack: PPPRRLLLOOOOSSSSSS! The boy gagged at the horrid silent fart-as did the other boys as it carried into the cage. Then Quimba dropped him, making sure to turn to let the other boys watch the display. Headfirst her anus swallowed him, then with an iron grip, suckered him in further. “Mmmm, tasty!” Quimba cried. “Who next?!” PPPPPPRRRRRRLLLBBTTT! Chaos ensued again as her fingers dived inward. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- One by one, they came and went. When Quimba got really excited, they went two by two. “Ooohhh, these two big boys!” Quimba said excitedly. She turned, showcasing the two boys trapped side by side in her anus. BBBBLLLRRRRBBTTT! Past the fart haze, those enclosed watched as their disgusted shouting face disappeared beneath the shitty pink mess. “Oohh, two squiggly wigglies makes me tingle! Like dancin!” PPLLLLLOOOBBBPPPRRTTT! The boys watched as her anus expanding, pushing only one of the boys, gagging to the surface. “Fart boy! Who is squiggly wiggly too in cage? Hmmm? This one, or this one?” PPBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOTTT! The boy could only puke as her sour fart ran past his face with the strength of a thousand herds of elephants. “Ooohh, you no help!” Quimba cried. FFFFFFLLLLUURRRRBBBTTT! With one forceful, debilitated fart, he succumbed easily to the depths of her ass. Quimba let out a gleeful shriek, looking at one boy leaned up against the fence. He looked especially exhausted after the ordeal, panting and groaning. But this boy wasn’t huddled against the back end with the rest of the boys, desperately avoiding every toot thrown their way. He was masturbating, as fast as his arms would allow him. Quimba saw it appropriate to pick him up and give him a closer look. “You like my fart noise, fart boy?” Quimba asked softly. The boy gagged as she drew him closer, closer, till his body touched her butthole. He had stopped masturbating, the sight of her beautiful ass too real and too viscous at this range. “Yes...yes…” he managed to get out. Perhaps he was just fed up with the system of torture. BBTTTTUUUUOOSSSHHHHHH! A bubbly fart turned soft, the perfect concoction of cheesy fart to subdue him. Quimba held him up to find his eyes drooped. “He sleepy!” she called, showing the other boys. “Tell what, me sleepy too. Fartboys, be quiet. Me and sleepyboy spend good sleepy time together!” BBWWAAAAPPRRLLFFFTTTTT! Quimba sighed, turning to expose her asshole to the boys. The “sleepy boy” was gently shoved into her vaginal walls. He made slight gurgling sounds as she masturbated with his body...after a few good, deep shoves, there was silence. Yet she masturbated with his corpse. A few ashamed captives desperately played with themselves… they came to a realization of enjoyment after so much pain. Night came and Quimba rested. The boys had no such luck. PPPPPTTRRRLLLBBBTTTTT! Quimbas butt pressed right against the cage, her asshole unfurling to mush into the steel. The boys huddled together, discovering their mass of bodies could block some of the smell. PPRRRSSSSSHHHHLLLRRRSSSTTTTT! Until one slimy, wet fart announced Quimba’s bowel movement. The hot acrid fart brought forth a river of sludge running inside the enclosure. Quimba moaned incessantly loud as the sharts rained into the enclosure. BBLLLLLRRRSSSHHHOOOTTT! PPLLLLAAAABBBBRRRTTSSTTTT! In her sleep Quimba released thousands of gallons of black shit thousands that burned the boys nostrils and scorched their skin in the sticky heat. They puked, they begged for mercy. Some tried climbing again. FFFFFFFFTTOOSSSHHHTTTTTT! One airy fart announced the last of the onslaught-one of the digested boy’s legs gently dropped, caught in her asshole meat. Quimba relaxed again with a sigh. One boy screamed, unable to take the pressure of torture. He sprinted towards their aggressor, banging against Quimba’s asscheeks, angrily demanding release. BBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRTTT! PPLLLLLLLLLAAABBBBTTT! Quimba knocked him down into the shit time and time again. After another half hour, he began to sob. The boys watched him trudge through the drying shit towards her asscrack. There he stood. PPPLLLOOOOOOORRRSSSSSSS! Almost all knowing, her asshole pressed forth to kiss the cage with a deadly silent fart. The boy coughed, but stood steadfast. His head drooped against the cage as she let out more deadly shit-farts. BBLLLLLLAAPPRRBBUUUTTT! One knocked him to the ground, where he drunkenly walked to commit suicide again. The other boys watched, wondering if they should do the same. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The darkest hour for Natasha’s slave actually came at the break of dawn. He was the only one huddled against the far side of the fence, desperately trying to maintain his sanity against the oppressive stench. The rest were succumbing to their fate. BBBLLLLLLLOOORRRRRPPTTT! A few boys grumbled as Quimba’s asshole pushed them down once more. A few stayed down. With any luck they’d all be dead before re-living their friends fate, struggling in the depths of her anus. PPPRRROOOOOFFFFFF! The boy on the end smelled the silent fart from here and spat as he tasted the egginess. “Again, again, please…” the other boys chanted. They were transfixed by the might of her booty, past the point of no return. The boy on the edge tasted her scent on his tounge with every intake. His lungs burned. When the sun rose, it barely glinted over the horizon of white bubbled cheeks. She was even powerful enough to block the sunlight, creating a misty, light green fart haze. BBBLLLLLLLOOOOOOOTTTTT! The boy on the edge rose, at least. Quimba would be waking soon. He didn’t want to endure the dark, tight hell of her asshole-again. He took his first step when Quimba started to yawn. PPPLLLLRRRRMMMPPPTTT! The boy watched in horror as the fart started with her asscheeks rolling forward. The fence groaned and creaked-the boys beneath it sprung to life all too late. Quimba’s mighty booty easily crushed the fence, a steel trap of flesh and booty crunching the boys beneath her. BBBRRRRAAAAAAAAAARRTTTTT! A deathly ripe fart signaled outward, as if their fate wasn’t sealed already. The boy froze, trying his hardest not to cough...her booty was a mere inches from his face. Hand covering his nose he backed away, but there was nowhere to back up. Quimba was inside the enclosure and she had him surrounded. Except, down by her legs… The boy saw the opening just as Quimba began to stir. He gathered all his strength and sprinted towards her feet. FFFFFFFLLLLLRRRRROOOOOTT! The hot morning fart gusted him into the shit-mud. He puked and hurriedly stumbled to his feet, the nasty fart air dragging on his back. He heard Quimba yawned as he stumbled over the broken steel. The horizon was ahead, the real horizon spread out against a green jungle. The boy sprinted towards freedom, his footsteps hurrying with each thundering fart in the distance. |
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