If the disgust factor goes up, or the submission factor goes down, things could get ugly very, very fast. Like waking up in bed with her dead body ugl...." Lucy shuddered at the image."Secondly," Steve continued, "You need to realize that taking a slave is a lot like adopting a teenager. They're mostly capable of taking care of their own needs, but they don't want to. That's your job. If you decide you're 'done' with her, and toss her aside, it could get ugly. Yes, that ugly."Steve looked down at. As I kissed Samantha's butthole, her farts became more frequent, and more potent.After a few minutes, Samantha pushed me onto my back, and sat on my face. She rubbed her butthole against my nose and farted a couple of times, then sat hard on my mouth. "Open your mouth." She demanded. I opened my mouth, and Samantha farted into it. At this point, Jessica began to make fun of me, "First you smell our stinky feet, then you kiss them, and lick them clean. Then, you scratch Samantha's asshole with. I don’t know you. Stop, or I’m gonna scream.” I wriggled my hips in an attempt to get away from his wandering fingers that felt more like octopus tentacles. “Oh, you’re gonna cream?” “I said scream, bastard. Get your hands off me,” I firmly but quietly urged through gritted teeth. The nameless one pressed his fingers into my oozing and continued speaking in a hushed, non-threatening tone. “No, I won’t... and you won’t object. Let me tell you what I know for sure. You want to get it on this. You start to cry a little with the pain and humiliation, knowing I love that, and I pull out and put more lube onto the tip of my cockhead, then slide back inside my sweet bitch's butt. You clench your cheeks in resistance, heightening the friction and pleasure, and I punish you by slapping your face lightly, not enough to leave a mark or hurt too much. Your pupils are wide open with excitement as your mouth says, "Oh, please don't," but your hips are calling you a liar, wiggling and bucking.