Gebonden en mond gesnoerd: stinkende adem en kont scheten overheersing door een godin met een gigantische kont

You've been a very bad boy, and now it's time to pay the price. I've got you tied up and weak, and I'm not going to hold back on the punishment. You see, I haven't brushed my teeth in weeks, and my breath is a potent weapon. I take a deep breath, feeling the stench build up, and then I let it all out right in your face. You can feel the stink wafting up, making your eyes water and your nose curl. But that's not enough, is it? You're still not broken, so I need to take it to the next level. I hike up my yoga pants, revealing my gigantic ass, and then I let loose with a series of wet, stinky farts right in your face. You're trapped, unable to move or escape the onslaught of smell. You're begging for help, but I'm not done yet. I'm going to keep farting until you're begging for mercy. And when I finally stop, you'd better be grateful. Because if you act up again, I'll put you right back down there, and next time it won't be just my farts you'll have to deal with. You've been warned.