Skunk Girl
by Lightswitch

I was excited as I got off the bus. Another summer at camp! The
activities, the new people ... it was all so much fun. Well,
that’s mostly how I viewed it. Last year had been mostly great,
but I had had an encounter about which I wasn’t certain how I
felt.

Last season, I had found myself rooming with a tall, buxom blonde
girl named Tiffany. I had two other roommates but, for the life
of me, I couldn’t remember their names.

Three weeks into the season, Tiffany had seduced me.

She came on to me in the public showers when the two of us were
alone. The beautiful blonde had been so ... so dominant ... so
commanding! I had found myself following her orders without
question, soaping her back and rubbing her full, pale breasts.
For the remainder of the season, she used me as her personal sex
toy. I found myself nestling between her long legs every night to
lick her moist blonde snatch, as our other two roommates slept
nearby in blissful ignorance. The sex had been decidedly
one-sided: Once I had gotten her off, she’d kick me out of her
sleeping bag and I’d go back to my own bedroll, to sob softly as
I diddled myself to climax, reliving the taste of her pussy and
the scent of her aroused cunt as she climaxed.

Would Tiffany be at camp again this season? Would she seek me
out? Would I find myself in a situation like last year?

And if I did, how would I feel about it?

I was conflicted. Part of me was disgusted at the memory and
humiliated at the way I’d let myself be used by the beautiful,
popular girl. But part of me was aroused by the memories and
yearned to be subjugated again.

I tried to banish the thoughts from my mind as I went to the main
camp hall to get my cabin assignment.

“Cabin H,” I read off the paper the counselor had given me. Last
year I had been in Cabin D.

“With so many cabins,” I laughed, “what are the odds I’d be
assigned to the same one as Tiffany, assuming she even came back
this year?”

* * * * * *

Better than average, it turned out.

As I stepped through the door of Cabin H, I froze. Already making
herself at home in an overstuffed dark-brown leather chair was a
tall, gorgeous blonde wearing a short white skirt and a
lime-green blouse that was tied in the front, rather than
buttoned.

“Tiffany!” I gasped, feeling my knees go weak and my pussy become
slick.

She smiled, one of those bright, beaming smiles that can turn
your legs to jelly and your mind to mush.

“Hey baby,” she said, slowly lifting her skirt to reveal an
expanse of milky white thigh. “Been a long bus ride. You ready
to pick up where we left off last season?” She hiked her short
skirt higher, revealing her lovingly trimmed blonde snatch.

My mouth went dry and I could feel myself shaking as I struggled
to decide what to do.

“We can’t, Tiffany,” I gasped weakly. “No more ...”

She glided up from the chair, never losing her smile.

“Oh, but I think we can,” she purred, letting her skirt drop to
the floor and stepping out of it. My breath caught in my throat
as I watched her shapely pale hips swivel as she walked up to me.
“I’ve missed that sweet, talented tongue of yours.” Slowly, she
drew me into an embrace and gave me an open-mouthed kiss that
made my head spin.

“No,” I whispered, as she broke the kiss and gently pushed me to
my knees. “Tiffany, please! I just can’t ... !”

Her beautiful blonde pussy was right in front of me. I could see
her puckered cuntlips, moist and quivering, peeking out at me.
The scent of her arousal filled my nostrils and I found myself
letting her guide my head into her hot, wanting crotch.

“It’s happening again,” I thought, feeling tears of shame trickle
down my face as I slowly began lapping at her dripping pussy. “I
just can’t resist her. She’s so ... dominant.”

Within a few minutes, I had licked her to a shuddering climax.

She caressed my face and patted my head, as if I were a dog,
before retrieving her skirt and flouncing back in her chair. As
usual, my needs never occurred to her.

Tears of humiliation burning in my eyes, I started to my feet,
intent on washing her hateful juices from my face.

“Is this the slut you were telling me about?” a voice asked.

We weren’t alone! Someone else was already here, too. My face
went crimson at the thought of someone having watched as I had
submissively gone down on the arrogant blonde.

Turning to face the speaker, I saw a petite Asian girl, maybe
5’2” or so, smirking at me. She was gorgeous, but had an ugly
expression on her face as she regarded me.

“So you’re Tiff’s camp cunt-girl,” she sneered. “Debbie, right?”
she asked, obviously not really interested in the answer.

“Donna,” I corrected her weakly.

“Whatever,” the beautiful Asian girl said, waving a hand
dismissively as she shucked off her kahki shorts. “I’m surprised,
Tiff ... I didn’t think you had a thing for brunettes – unless
they were Asian. This white girl is a bit mousey. Debbie here
must really know how to eat pussy!”

“Donna,” I corrected, automatically, watching in bewilderment as
the pretty Asian girl stripped naked.

“She does, Su Li” the lovely blonde replied languidly, laying her
head on the armchair and closing her eyes as her post-orgasmic
stupor overtook her. “she’s got a great tongue and really gets
off on eating cunt. Maybe it’s the blue eyes. Whatever, there’s
just something about this little bitch that makes me love topping
her.”

The pretty little Asian massaged her pert little tits as she eyed
me hungrily.

“I know what you mean,” she said, her voice thick with lust.
“Some people were made to serve. Some were made to be served.
This one ... she was made to serve!” I had never made it off my
knees, when I had eaten Tiffany’s pussy, and now the attractive
Asian girl was standing in front of me, hands expectantly on her
hips.

“Do me,” she ordered.

I looked at her in disbelief.

“Are you crazy?!?” I shouted. “Don’t think just because ...”

The girl Tiffany had identified as Su Li grabbed my head and
forced my face into her hot, damp crotch.

I struggled to free myself, but she held my head firmly and
rubbed her sex against my face, coating it with her juices and
forcing some up my nose. Her taste was on my lips. Her scent deep
up my nostrils.

Slowly, I succumbed to the dominant little she-bitch and found
myself weeping piteously as I grudgingly ate her delectable
little dark-furred pussy.

“Oh yeeeah!” Su Li moaned, thrusting herself faster against my
face. “Oh Tiff, you were right, this little slut is the perfect
little fuck toy!” Her breathing became ragged as she humped
herself against my mouth. She’d clenched a handful of my hair in
each fist and pulled painfully. But just before she achieved her
release, she stopped and released me.

“What the fuck do YOU want?” I heard her demand.

Wiping the pretty Asian’s pussy juice from my eyes with the back
of my hand, I looked up to see someone else had entered the
cabin.

“Oh great!” I thought, wanting to curl up and die. “Someone else
to witness my degradation. At this rate, I’ll become the camp
slut and end up tongue-fucking every girl here!”

Flushed with shame, I took a peek to see who had entered the
room.

It was an attractive black girl, with long black hair that hung
down to her shapely ass. I sucked in my breath; this girl was
absolutely gorgeous! Full-figured with a slender waist, a
beautiful face, and a warm deep-brown complexion, she had to have
been one of the loveliest girls at camp!

She was also the only black girl I could recall being here.

She looked at us in confusion and I blushed in shame, quickly
getting to my feet to finish unpacking my things.

“I’m your fourth roommate,” the beautiful black girl said, trying
to act as if she hadn’t seen anything unusual. “My name is ...”

“... unimportant,” Tiffany interrupted her. “The only thing you
need to know is that *I* make the rules here and my friend Su Li
is second-in-command. Debbie here is *our* slut, so keep your
hands off her.”

“Donna,” I murmured. “And I’m not your ...”

The pretty Asian wrinkled her cute nose in disgust.

“What the hell was that?!?” she demanded, sniffing the air in
revulsion. I sniffed and caught the unmistakable smell of fart.

“Debbie, did you let one rip?!?” Su Li snarled.

A hot flush washed over my face.

“No!” I snapped, indignantly, “Of course not! And my name is ...”

The beautiful black girl interrupted, apologetically.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I’m afraid that was me. You see, I
have a medical condition that causes me to suffer from excess
gas. I ...”

“YOU farted?” Tiffany cut in, arching an eyebrow at the newcomer.
“We don’t allow that sort of thing inside. I’m afraid that you’ll
have to stay outside, from now on.”

The black girl blushed prettily.

“I’m so sorry,” she said. “I have no control over it. It’s just
that all my life ...”

The diminutive Asian girl grabbed the much taller black girl by
her elbow and unceremoniously walked her to the door.

“No talking,” she told her, forcing the mortified black girl out
and latching the hook on the screen door. “You’re not welcome
here, Skunk Girl.”

Tiffany fell back in her chair, shaking with laughter.

“Skunk Girl!” she gasped, trying to catch her breath. “Oh that is
TOO perfect! From now on, our farty dark roommate will be known
as Skunk Girl!”

The dejected black girl slunk away, the laughter of our two mean
roommates no doubt still ringing in her ears. Su Li, still
chuckling at her own joke, forced me on my back and sat on my
face, demanding I finish pleasing her.

Hating myself for being so weak, I tongued the dominant little
Asian to orgasm.

* * * * * *

I believe that teens everywhere have a tendency to be mean and
girls especially so. Within less than a week, everyone had found
out about our fourth roommate’s unfortunate medical condition and
the label “Skunk Girl” had stuck.

Skunk Girl became reclusive, avoiding activities and events.
Tiffany and Su Li refused her entry into the cabin, so she spent
the nights on the porch, in her sleeping bag, crying.

As for me, I became the private fuck-toy of Tiffany and Su Li.

The haughty blonde wasn’t so bad: She liked to lean back in a
chair, her ass hanging over the edge, and have me on my knees
servicing her. Su Liu wasn’t so easy: She liked to have me on my
back so she could ride my face like a saddle horse. It was hard
to breathe in this position and if I passed out before the pretty
Asian climaxed, she’d beat me with a belt and make me start over.

She also was rarely satisfied with just one climax.

The beautiful, but afflicted black girl appeared to be completely
inoffensive (well, with the exception of being unable to control
an almost constant supply of intestinal gas), but for some
reason, Tiffany and Su Li loathed her. My two dominant roommates
seemed to live for two things: To force me to tongue them to
orgasm at least once a night and to make Skunk Girl’s life
miserable.

Things came to a head about six weeks into the season.

* * * * * *

It was late at night and everyone was asleep. Or so I thought.
No matter how I scrubbed my face, I couldn’t get rid of the
mingled scent of Tiffany’s and Su Li’s sex juices. It was as if,
after so many nights of marinating my face in their steamy
snatches, their juices had seeped into my pores. The aroma was
driving me crazy with lust and I was waiting until everyone was
asleep so I could masturbate like a monkey.

I sensed movement in the darkness and cursed; my relief would
have to wait. Two shapes, silhouetted in the moonlight, flitted
to the screen door.

“Shhh!” hissed the taller one. “Quiet! You’ll wake someone.”

The shorter one chuckled.

“Oh don’t worry, Tiff. Once we’re outside, the noise from
crickets and night critters will mask our movements. And Debbie
...”

“Donna,” I thought angrily, remaining still.

“... that little slut cums every time she licks my pussy. She’s
probably unconscious, after tonight’s performance.”

Anger boiled up in me. “Su Li, you arrogant little bitch,” I
thought. “Thinking your cunt is so great that just licking it
makes me cum! I never cum when I lick pussy.” I cut off the
thought before I could finish it: I always have to frig myself
afterwards, reliving the event, to achieve an orgasm.

The two shadowy figures let themselves out the door, but didn’t
go far. I could hear them giggling and stifling laughter for at
least 15 minutes. I had no idea what they were doing out there.

Until the next day.

* * * * * *

“Hey Tiff! Debbie!” Su Li called, slinging a towel over her
shoulder. “Let’s head on down to the showers.”

“Donna,” I sighed, grabbing my towel. I assumed the horny Asian
dominatrix wanted a change of scenery for face sitting today. But
I had long ago given up any dreams of resistance and resigned
myself to being their sex slave while the season lasted. In my
honest moments, I acknowledged to myself that I was a submissive
lesbian and part of me enjoyed the subjugation.

The three of us headed to the public facilities. To my surprise,
we began picking up a crowd as we went. More and more girls
joined us as we proceeded until it seemed the entire camp had
gathered.

Naively, I assumed it was a coincidence, rather than a
well-orchestrated plan by my two roommates.

The crowd milled into the shower area and I stopped in my tracks.

Skunk Girl was already here, showering. Since I hardly ever saw
her, and I was one of the few that didn’t go out of their way to
torment her, I almost forgot she was our fourth roommate, most
days.

Skunk Girl really was beautiful. Under the spray of the water,
her dark nude figure made my mouth water. She was taller than
Tiffany and would have been the apple to Tiffany’s orange if
someone had ried to decide who was the most attractive girl at
camp.

Any other day, I’d have covertly enjoyed the view of this
beautiful black teen showering and then gone back to my cabin to
quietly masturbate at the memory. But today, something else
immediately caught my eye.

Down the middle of the beautiful black girl’s long dark hair was
a thick white stripe!

Realization hit.

That’s what Tiffany and Su Li had been doing last night! They
had snuck out and bleached a stripe down the middle of the lovely
black girl’s hair, making her look like her namesake!

The sight was just too much and to my shame, I was the first one
to break the silence.

“Skunk Girl!” I guffawed, pointing at the bewildered black teen
as she turned to look at us in confusion. Her eyes fell on me and
I could see her disappointment that I had fell in with her
tormenters. Guilt and shame filled me and I resented her for
making me feel that way.

“Skunk Girl! Skunk Girl!” I shouted, pointing and laughing as I
joined the mocking chorus.

The beautiful black girl remained tightly composed as she grabbed
up her towel and made her way to the lockers.

On the way, she passed a mirror.

She stopped, horror-struck as she gazed at her reflection. She
reached back and brought a sheaf of her thick dark hair around to
examine, eyes widening as she saw how she’d been branded with
bleach.

“Skunk Girl! Skunk Girl!” the crowd of girls shouted in glee.

Broken, the black girl let out a wail of dismay and fled, naked
and crying, into the woods.

Tiffany and Su Li accepted the cheers and congratulations of
their peers and I admit I reveled in the reflected glory. Part
of me did feel bad for Skunk Girl, but ... it was nice that
someone other than me was being degraded, for a change. Today, I
was (sort of) being accepted.

* * * * * * *

Humiliating Skunk Girl had gotten my two dominant roommates
really worked up. The normal sexual servicing wouldn’t be enough,
tonight.

The usually demure Tiffany threw me on the ground and sat on my
face, grinding her beautiful blonde snatch down hard until she
came with a loud cry.

Su Li was rougher than usual, mauling my tits and roughly
fondling my pussy as she ground out orgasm after orgasm on my
raw, gasping face.

Finally, mercifully, they finished and dropped down on their
respective sleeping bags, on the floor. I flopped down onto mine
and surreptitiously fingered my throbbing puss, waiting for them
to drop off so I could really apply myself.

Tiffany had sleep apnea. Every night, after sex, she put a clear
plastic mask over her nose and mouth. This mask was attached to a
small machine by a length of flexible plastic hose. The machine
would chug quietly, blowing air through the tube and into the
mask, ensuring the blondes’ airways were open all night.

I listened to the rhythmic chug of the little machine, its little
blue on/off light gently illuminating the cabin interior.

Several hours passed and I judged it safe.

Slowly, I slid my fingers down, slithering them between the
sensitive wet folds of my aroused pussy. In my mind, I replayed
how my two roommates had dominated and used me earlier. Soon, I
was rolling towards what promised to be a very satisfying orgasm.

Unfortunately, I was distracted by the creak of the screen door
opening.

I froze. There were probably enough shadows that no one would
see that I had three fingers buried knuckle-deep in my throbbing
pussy. Hopefully they’d think I was asleep, if I stayed still.

In the blue light of Tiffany’s little machine, I saw a dark
figure glide into the room.

It was Skunk Girl!

Surprisingly, the beautiful black girl was still nude.

I grinned. Obviously she had snuck back in to exact vengeance on
my two bitchy roommates! I decided to watch and enjoy.

Skunk Girl crept slowly over towards the sleeping Su Li. Pulling
slowly, the black girl zipped the sleeping bag around the
slumbering Asian girl. These sleeping bags, when fully closed,
were completely sealed except for a round hole for a person’s
face to peek out.

Skunk Girl straddled the pretty Asian, facing the girl’s feet,
being careful not to sit directly on her. Then she slowly zipped
the sleeping bag so that it encircled the black girl’s waist
while fully containing the smaller girl.

With a look of grim satisfaction, Skunk Girl settled down. I
assumed she had her ass pressed against Su Li’s chin and was
pinning the little Asian girl’s arms with her legs.

The figure trapped inside the sleeping bag stirred, then stopped.
I heard a muffled wail of protest and then the entrapped figure
began thrashing wildly.

Skunk Girl smiled vindictively and continued to sit on her
victim. Su Li’s outraged protests were muffled by the sleeping
bag and further lost amid the night noises of crickets, frogs,
and Tiffany’s sleep apnea machine.

Skunk Girl was raised up as the girl in the sleeping bag arched
sharply in an effort to dislodge her opponent. The black girl
had a strained look on her face, but then relaxed.

“Oh my God!” I whispered, as realization hit. “Skunk Girl is
*farting* on her!”

Wrapped inside that sleeping bag, Skunk Girl must be using her
‘natural weaponry,’ subjecting the bitchy little Asian girl to
the mother of all ‘Dutch Ovens,’ as her farts continued,
unabated. I watched as the trapped figure struggled wildly to
escape the noxious gassing.

The thrashing went on for several minutes before weakening
noticeably. The legs of the figure trapped in the sleeping bag
beat futilely against the hardwood floor and I could hear faint,
muffled sobs from inside the sleeping bag. But Skunk Girl was
relentless and smothered her prey until it stopped moving
altogether. I could only imagine Su Li in there, the big black
girl sitting on her, pointing that ass like a lethal weapon at
the petite Asian girl’s face.

“Breathing Skunk Girl’s farts,” I whispered, furiously fingering
my dripping pussy. “The humiliation ... !”

Skunk Girl sat on the unmoving Asian girls for almost 15 minutes
before finally rising. I could see Su Li’s pretty face revealed,
pale and damp. Her eyes were closed and from where I was, I
couldn’t tell if she was breathing.

“Has she killed her?” I wondered, the sheer perversion of the
thought sending a powerful orgasm through me. “Had Skunk Girl
gassed Su Li to death with her farts?”

The vindictive black girl crept over to the sleeping blonde,
analyzing the sleep apnea apparatus carefully.

Finally satisfied, she reached over and jerked the machines’
power cord, pulling the plug out of the wall. Before the groggy
blonde could awaken enough to realize what was happening, Skunk
Girl had used the cord to bind the white girls’ wrists behind her
back.

“What ...?!?” Tiffany gasped, still groggy from sleep, struggled
to figure out what was happening. She worked her arms, but was
unable to get her wrists free. Finally looking up, her eyes
widened in shock as she saw Skunk Girl, squatting near her head
and regarding the bound white girl with amusement.

Skunk Girl pulled the plastic tube from the machine and gave it
an appraising look. Finally nodding in approval, she inserted
one end of the tube into her asshole! Tiffany would now be
getting her air supply from Skunk Girl’s ass, rather than the
sleep apnea machine.

Still squatting near Tiffany, she bent over and pushed the
surprised blonde’s shoulders down, pinning her.

The effect on Tiffany was explosive.

The blonde’s pretty blue eyes widened in horror as the first of
Skunk Girl’s farts made its way through the tube and into the
tightly-fitted mask. Even from where I lay, I could see
condensation form inside the clear plastic as Skunk Girl’s nasty
ass-gas made its way through the tube and into the breathing
mask.

The white girl thrashed about wildly, trying to escape the
noxious fumes, but the black girl calmly kept her prey pinned.

Tiffany’s pleading eyes met mine and I had another explosive
orgasm that threatened to suck my thrusting fingers deep into my
quivering quim as I watched the bitchy dominatrix humbled, forced
to breathe the farts of her most hated nemesis.

The white girl’s body began trembling and I watched her pretty
blue eyes roll back into her head as she started to succumb to
the toxic gas from the black girl’s ass. The bound blonde’s
heels struck a staccato beat against the floor as her thrashing
body slowly weakened.

Still, Skunk Girl squatted near the white girl, clenching the
tube in her asshole while she kept the mask clamped tightly
against the white girl’s lower face. From where I lay, I had a
perfect view of Skunk Girl’s gorgeous brown ass, the tube jutting
out from it, and Tiffany’s chalk-white face as she was forced to
inhale the only air supply she had available.

The indignant blonde’s eyes lost focus and her struggles degraded
to ineffective quivering as Skunk Girl’s gas seeped through the
white girl’s body.

Finally, she lay still, except for an occasional tremor.

Skunk Girl smiled and finally pulled the tube from her ass before
removing the mask from the unmoving blonde’s face.

Had she killed another? I felt another perverted orgasm
building.

“And that leaves one,” the lovely black girl murmured, turning to
look at me.

I froze in mid-stroke, suddenly terrified. I looked at her as she
approached, feeling empathy for the mouse who sees a hungry skunk
in the wild.

“Me?” I bleated, pulling my sticky fingers from my wet pussy.
“Why me? I haven’t done anything to you! It was all Tiffany and
Su Li!”

Skunk Girl smiled at me.

It wasn’t a pleasant smile.

“I thought you were different, Donna,” she murmured, kneeling
over me as she pushed me on my back. “I thought you were above
all of the teasing and name-calling.” Her expression hardened.

“But you weren’t. You’re just a stupid little bitch like the rest
of them. Worse, you let yourself become a trophy for dominant
bitches to use and flaunt.”

A mean smile spread across her lovely dark face.

“Well, now *I* am the dominant bitch,” she whispered huskily,
laying her dark, nude on top of me. “Now you’ll be *my* trophy.”

“Please,” I begged, frightened and excited at the same time.
“Don’t do this to me! I’m not like that! I’ve always liked and
respected you.” From the corner of my eye, I could see the
apparently lifeless bodies of my other two roommates, lying on
the floor. I was scared spitless that I’d soon be joining them.

“Really?” Skunk Girl asked, mockingly. “You’re not like them?
You’ve always respected me ... ‘Skunk Girl?’” My face burned
with shame, remembering how I had been the one to initiate the
taunting, earlier today.

“I’ll give you a chance to prove it,” she told me. “If you can
answer one question, which proves you have respected me and
regarded me as a person, I’ll let you go.”

A reprieve?!? I swallowed hard.

“If not,” she continued, licking her lips and giving me a
predatory look, “you become mine for the rest of the season – my
personal trophy to flaunt to the other girls.”

What choice did I have?

I nodded my agreement and she positioned herself so she was
squatting near my head, facing my feet, pinning my wrists with
her hands.

“OK,” she smiled, “here is the question ...”

“What is my name?”

I stared at her dumbly, a cold sweat of fear creeping over me.

“Your ... what?” I stammered, mind racing to recall if I had ever
heard anyone call her any name other than ‘Skunk Girl.’

“I asked you, Donna,” she repeated, a malicious smile on her
face, “To tell me what my name is.”

I could smell the heavy musk of her arousal.

She knew.

She knew I didn’t know. And my expression of hopelessness gave me
away.

“That’s what I thought,” she said, pinning my arms with her legs
as she sat on my face, facing my feet. Her sex pressed wetly
against my lips and, hating myself for being so weak, I began
wantonly tonguing her dark, wet slit.

She moaned and rocked above me, sliding her slick pussy lips over
my face as I ate her. Her hot, dry asshole pressed against my
nostrils.

And opened.

A hot, silent stream of gas hissed out and went directly up my
nose.

The room spun and I felt light-headed. Skunk Girl was talking,
but I couldn’t process the words. Her asshole continued to gape
and I could feel the hot rush of her non-stop fart as it forced
its way up my nose and into my brain. I was dimly aware of music
coming from somewhere ...

Killing me softly with her farts,
killing me softly ...
with her farts ...
ending my whole life,
with her ass,
killing me softly,
with her faaaarts ...

I realized the music was coming from inside my head. I was
hallucinating.

There was no music.

Desperately, I tried to hold my breath. Sensing this, Skunk Girl
sat back firmly, wedging my face deep in her dusky ass cheeks.

And she farted again.

But this wasn’t the usual silent, dry hiss of gas that seemed to
come out of the lovely black girl at every moment. This was one
she *forced* out.

Loudly.

The noise was deafening. I felt her dark ass cheeks flutter
against my pale face cheeks and felt the noxious ass-gas force
its way up my nose, down my throat, and into my lungs. I choked
and wanted to wretch, but couldn’t. I tried to block the flow,
but it kept forcing its way in, making me feel like a balloon
being inflated against its will.

My vision darkened and I felt dizzy.

“This is it,” I realized. “I’m dying. Skunk Girl is killing me
with her lovely ass and her deadly farts.”

Hot tears filled my eyes.

“What a humiliating way to go,” I sobbed to myself.

I felt her fingers slide along my throbbing, aching slit and
pinch my swollen clit.

I came.

Hard.

And immediately passed out.

Whether it was from the fondling, the erotic asphyxiation, the
humiliation, or some combination, I wasn’t sure, but I completely
lost consciousness as I orgasmed, which, strangely, made the
climax seem to last an eternity. All I know is that my pussy
overloaded and blew my consciousness right out of my body.

* * * * * *

When I slowly came to, I looked around and could see no sign of
Tiffany or Su Li. I assume they woke up and left the camp,
unable to face the aftermath of their humiliation. The perverted
part of me wonders if Skunk Girl didn’t dispose of their
asphyxiated bodies, but since no one seemed to investigate in the
ensuing months, I suspect that is just my own dark fantasy.

I saw Skunk Girl sitting in what used to be Tiffany’s chair, her
lovely dark ass hanging just off the edge of the cushion.

Like the submissive slut I now realize I was, I crawled over and
began to lovingly tongue my new mistress’ receptive pussy. Skunk
Girl (she insists I continue to call her that) kept me as her pet
for the rest of the season. In fact, she now insists everyone
call her that. She wears the name as a badge of honor. She also
grew to love the white stripe in her hair and re-bleached
regularly as her hair grew, to maintain it.

Whether it was word getting out about her revenge on Tiffany and
Su Li or the fact she now paraded me as her sex-trophy, the
attitudes of the other girls changed and Skunk Girl quickly
became the most popular girl in camp.

Unlike Tiffany and Su Li, Skunk Girl treats me well. Perversely,
I have become hooked on her farts and now have trouble reaching
climax without their smell and mind-dizzying effect. I’m sure
I’ve become somewhat brain-damaged as a result of constantly
being subjected to her ass-gas, but I don’t care; I now live only
to please my dusky, fragrant mistress: Skunk Girl.