Pam licks Olga's asshole

Somehow, Olga’s command filled Pam with a primal terror unlike any she’d ever felt, and she was compelled to obey. She sheepishly forced her tongue from between her squished silk lips and reluctantly began licking Olga’s huge asshole. It tasted hideous, of course, but Pam had never felt so thoroughly dominated.

While she was licking, Pam felt Olga’s asshole convulse against her tongue, and this time, the very wet fart was pumped directly into her mouth, causing her cheeks to puff outward as her insides were filled with ass gas. No, Pam thought helplessly, tense with revulsion and overwhelmed by the repugnant foulness of the flatulence that had inflated her. Why did I decide to come here? What have I done?

“Ooh,” she barely heard Olga coo, and her ass began squirming around on the sofa, smashing and grinding poor Pam’s face into the jiggling walls of her endlessly deep ass crack. All of the showers in the world would never make her feel clean again, but Pam’s fear of Olga’s wrath was so overpowering that she continued to lick Olga’s asshole throughout the experience. “You are doing so well, little pillow!”

Somehow, even in her current position, being referred to as “little pillow” made Pam feel even more debased, but she barely had time to think about it before another convulsion of Olga’s sphincter pumped yet another noxious chili fart into Pam’s helpless mouth. She smelled it, tasted it, heard it, and felt it. She suspected that the fart was wet enough that she would’ve even been able to see it if any light whatsoever could penetrate into Olga’s bottomless ass crevasse. Pam began to weep, but still she continued to lick her master’s increasingly vile asshole.

Occasionally, Pam would attempt to scream to Olga for mercy, but with every attempt, she found that Olga’s ass cheeks were squeezing her face too hard for her to move her weak, silken pillow lips, and Olga’s immense weight prevented Pam from inhaling.

If Olga was aware of Pam’s desperate terror, Pam could detect no sign of it. Of course, Pam was aware of very little outside of the motions of Olga’s butt. Even the tiniest adjustments and fidgets of The Butt outweighed anything else that might happen in the rest of the universe. The Butt was Pam’s entire world. For what must have been hours, if not days, Pam was unwillingly subjected to The Butt’s every twitch. She could no longer count how many of The Butt’s stinky, meaty farts she had been forced to swallow. All the while she continued to lick The Butt’s twitching sphincter, fearing Olga’s wrath if she should stop.

Finally, she heard Olga speak. “Mmm… This movie is much less interesting than your tongue. How’re you doing down there, my love? Have you enjoyed your first fifteen minutes of quality time with my magnificent jiggle butt?”

No! That can’t be, Pam thought, shell-shocked. There was no way it had only been fifteen minutes, was there? Pam had been sure that she’d spent days underneath The Butt.  She began to weep, but she was cut short when The Butt's sphincter twitched, pumping the foulest fart yet directly into Pam's mouth, inflating her insides and puffing out her cheeks.  The Butt's cheeks immediately clamped shut after filling Pam up with the ass gas, pinching her mouth and nostrils shut and preventing the gas from escaping her.

A myriad of sensations, all of them disgusting, overwhelmed the little pillow.  The enormous downward pressure The Butt was always exerting on her was pressurizing the ass gas that had filled up her insides, compelling it to escape from her even as The Butt's cheeks squeezed her face flat in an inescapable vice grip, trapping the gas inside.  Pam could smell and taste the fart inside of her, inflating her helpless little pillow body, and when The Butt adjusted itself on top of her, she could feel the great, foul bubble of gas rolling around her insides, searching for new avenues of escape and finding none.  The overwhelming smell and taste of the fart brought tears to her eyes and made her uselessly gag and wretch, but nothing the poor little pillow could do would bring her relief.

When The Butt farted again, Pam was sure the temporary loosening of The Butt's cheeks would allow the gas to escape from her insides, but The Butt's all-powerful rectum overpowered the pressurized fart already inside of her, and the little pillow found herself filled up with twice as much ass gas as before when the invincible grip of the The Butt's cheeks slammed down on her face once again.  Now the sensation was unbearable.  Pam felt as though she was going to burst at her seams.  Now I know how a balloon feels when someone sits on it, the litte pillow thought, Except even balloons don't have to be filled with ass gas!  Oh god, please, please let this gas out of me!

The Butt began to grind Pam in a circular fashion, rolling the gas bubble around inside her, taunting her with the futile hope that the ass gas may yet find some avenue of escape.  A booming, powerful voice from somewhere beyond The Butt laughed and said, "You feel like a little balloon, my love!  Are you all filled up with my delicious farts?  What a treat!"  That was when The Butt started rapidly sliding back and forth across Pam, rolling the bubble into one of her cheeks and then the other.  I'm going to pop!  Please, please stop this!

At last, The Butt relented, unclenching its enormous cheeks.  The ass gas was immediately driven out of Pam's mouth and nostrils, making a sound not unlike a whoopie cushion as it exploded out of her.  She heard the great voice from beyond The Butt laugh at this, and say, "Pyew, that stinks!"  The little pillow couldn't remember ever having felt so relieved about anything in her entire pillow life as she felt herself deflate to her normal proportions.  Finally, Pam thought, I'm not all filled up with-

The Butt's sphincter immediately pumped a new fart into the poor little pillow's mouth, and once again The Butt's cheeks immediately clamped down on her little pillow face, trapping the gas inside.  No!  Please, no!  The Butt began grinding Pam in circular motions again, sweeping the new bubble around her insides, filling every corner of her being with the foulness of its gas.  Why is this happening?

Olga was, in fact, only absent-mindedly playing this fart-balloon game with her butt as she watched her movie, the way a person might fidget with a pen or chew on fingernails.  She didn't even notice that she was doing it.

The Butt pumped a second fart into the little pillow's mouth, this one long and loud and wet, inflating Pam more than she'd been inflated before, before resuming its circular grinding.  It was like the little pillow's insides were being scrubbed in the filth of the ass gas as the huge bubble was swirled around in circles, completely saturating Pam with the stench.  She could feel the enormous, incredible pressure of the fart swelling behind her litte pillow face, desperate for release.

When its cheeks unclenched themselves once more, The Butt's enormous downward pressure again blasted the ass gas out of the little pillow's nose and mouth with a loud whoopie cushion sound.  The sensation in Pam's nostrils and lips was overwhelming as the odor exploded out of her.  Deflating once again, Pam shed tears of joy.  At last, the foolish little pillow thought, My suffering is-

Of course, The Butt once again rammed another fart into Pam's mouth, and, once she was once again inflated with flatulence, began its lazy circular grinding motions.  Pam silently wept as The Butt continued to carry out what she believed must be an elaborately designed torment.  Every nook and cranny of her insides was bathed in high-pressure foulness as the gas rolled away from The Butt in their endless dance of neverending concentric circles, The Butt lazily circling as a mindless diversion, the gas frantically searching for an exit it could not find.  She felt The Butt twitch, but instead of allowing the gas inside of her to escape, another fart was driven between the little pillow's lips before they were pinched closed again, sealing the farts inside.  Tears streamed out of Pam's eyes.  Even if the pressure blows me into pieces, she thought, I'll smell and taste The Butt's horrible gas for the rest of eternity!  Oh god, it's being scrubbed deep into every single fiber of my being!  Why, why, what did I do to deserve this?

Olga lazily watched her movie, not even noticing that she was mindlessly inflating and deflating the little pillow under her butt with her farts.  I should have made microwave popcorn, she thought, suddenly wishing she had something to snack on.  A sound like a whoopie cushion bleated when Olga unclenched her ass cheeks, and then sank back into the couch as the pillow deflated.  Maybe I'll get up and make some in a few minutes.

Meanwhile, the little pillow was cautiously celebrating finally being relieved of her horrible gassy burden when The Butt, in its infinite cruelty, simply pounded another fart, this one wetter than any that came before it, into Pam's helpless mouth.  No, she thought as The Butt began grinding her in slow circles once again, How can it be so cruel?  What did I do to The Butt to deserve this torture?  She felt as if she would soon be made out of ass gas, as if she'd be forced out of her own being and replaced by the butt gas that was inflating her, pressing her outwards in every direction.

Suddenly, The Butt's cheeks relented, and again the gas was blown out of the little pillow's orifices, making another loud farting sound.  The humiliating detail that her face sounded almost exactly like a farting asshole just occurred to her, but the relief of being deflated once again was so great that it was hard for her to feel too ashamed.  Finally, she thought, I-

Suddenly, all of The Butt's enormous downward pressure was lifted, and Pam's crinkled pillow face swiftly withdrew from The Butt's cavernous ass crack.  Darkness became blinding light, and Pam quaked in fear, completely unable to understand what was happening.  Is it the end of the world? the little pillow wondered with horror.  As her eyes adjusted, she made out the unbelievably huge, invincible goddess-monster that now towered over her.  The owner of The Butt, she managed, with great effort, to remember, The Butt is just one part of a person!

Olga looked down at the little pillow and smiled serenely.  Pam's face had picked up a few shit stains during her half-an-hour in Olga's ass crack, but that wasn't what caused Olga to smile; the worm-girl's expression was one of pure wonder and horror as she gaped up at her unquestionable master.  "Don't worry, my love," she spoke down to the broken, pathetic thing, "I'm only going to the kitchen to make a bowl of popcorn."  Pam opened her mouth slightly, as if about to speak, but instead she just continued to gape upward at her invincible dominatrix in equal parts reverence and terror.  Olga giggled and walked to the kitchen.

Pam's mind raced as she struggled to process the information.  The owner of The Butt has left me unguarded, she realized, Maybe I can escape!  Immediately, she thought of the years of punishment she'd suffered under The Butt, and trembled in terror at the thought of what The Butt would do to her if it caught her in a failed attempt to escape.  Is it worth the risk?  What should I do?

Pam will...

...attempt to escape