Brutal Pre-Toilet Gas Mask Farts

I strap a gas mask to my slave’s head—then plug the tube straight to my ass. One rip after another, I fart pure rot, rancid, eggy farts into the tube. The stench floods the mask, hotboxed and inescapable. He gags, chokes, screams —but every breath is thick, rancid farts from my Goddess gut. No air. No escape. Just fart-filled hell .