Salem
by AddisonsReed

Characters:

Salem: Salem is a 24-year-old social media influencer. Her style is gothic and dominant. She always presented a tough exterior, especially towards Nylah, masking a deep-seated insecurity and a longing for connection. Beneath the teasing and playful cruelty, Salem harbors a secret attraction to her stepsister, which she struggles to suppress. She's a striking woman with dark, almost black hair and piercing yellow eyes, often adorned with bold, unconventional black goth makeup.

Nylah: Nylah is a 22-year-old aspiring musician who's recently fallen on hard times. Losing her job and apartment has forced her to swallow her pride and reach out to Salem, the stepsister who always seemed to delight in making her life difficult. Nylah is kind, creative, and resilient, but years of Salem's teasing have left her with a vulnerable heart and a low sense of self-worth. She's a beautiful woman with fair skin, a dyed pink straight hair, naturally she has brown eyes but wears pink contacts, and a gentle, expressive face. Despite her hardships, she still maintains a sense of optimism.

Chapter 1: A Time of Need

The night was a slick, black canvas as Nylah trudged through the rain, her pink hair darkened and heavy against her skull. Her skinny jeans are tight against her skin. Each step toward Salem’s door felt like a surrender, the damp chill of her crop top and skirt clinging to her skin like a shame she couldn’t shake. It was humiliating, knowing she had to ask for shelter from the one person who’d always savored her discomfort. She braced herself for the inevitable teasing, the sharp words designed to make her feel small. With a trembling hand, she knocked on the door, the sound swallowed by the downpour.

The door swung open to reveal Salem, a silhouette of sharp angles and velvet shadows, her yellow eyes gleaming in the dim light. "Look what the rain dragged in," she said, her voice a low purr that dripped with amusement. Nylah’s suitcase felt impossibly light, a testament to how little she had left. Water pooled around her boots on the expensive rug, a silent invasion. "I suppose you’d better come in," Salem added, not moving an inch, forcing Nylah to stand in the deluge.

"So, what do you want?" Salem asked, her voice cutting through the drumming rain. Nylah’s shoulders slumped as she whispered, "I lost my job. My apartment." She made a move to step past the threshold, seeking refuge from the downpour. But Salem shifted, a solid wall of black velvet and defiance, blocking her path. "Yeah," Salem said, her yellow eyes glinting, "and what do you want me to do about it?"

Nylah’s grip tightened on the handle of her suitcase, her knuckles bleaching white. She stared at the water darkening the pristine rug beneath her feet, a map of her own ruin. "Can I… could I just stay with you for a while?" The rain hissed its agreement against the pavement behind her. A slow, cruel smile spread across Salem’s painted lips. "What would I get in return?"

Nylah’s voice was a thin, frayed thread. "I'll pay you back. As soon as I get a job, I swear." Salem’s laugh was a soft, dismissive puff of air. "I don’t need your money." She finally stepped back, a silent, mocking invitation into the shadowy interior. "You can stay," she said, her yellow eyes locking onto Nylah’s, "but you do anything I ask."

A beat of silence, broken only by the ticking clock. "Fine," Nylah whispered. Salem slammed the door, the sound final. She stepped close, crowding Nylah against the wall. Her hand shot out, tangling in the damp pink hair, forcing Nylah's head back. "I am serious," Salem said, her breath hot against Nylah's ear. "Anything I say."

Nylah held Salem's gaze, her pink eyes steady. "Thank you, Salem." The words tasted like defeat, but she meant them; she was grateful, despite the humiliation.

"You shouldn't be thanking me, sis," Salem said, her voice a low growl. "I'm only doing this because I can." She leaned in, her breath ghosting over Nylah's lips. "Don't get used to it."

Despite the harsh words, Nylah felt a strange warmth spread through her at the closeness, the intimacy of their shared breath.

Nylah took a step forward, preparing to walk inside, but Salem held up a hand, stopping her.

"Not so fast," Salem said, her voice a low command. She reached out, grabbing Nylah's suitcase, and tossed it inside the house with a casual ease that made Nylah's heart pound. Then, to her surprise, Salem stepped out, closing the door behind her.

"Your first task is to drive me to the mall," Salem said. Nylah stared, the rain pelting her face, her mind scrambling to process the unexpected turn.

"What? Why?" Nylah's confusion was palpable, her pink eyes wide with disbelief. Shaking her head, she stepped back, the rain soaking her further.

"But I don't have a car," Nylah protested.

Salem rolled her eyes, her hand diving into her pocket. She pulled out a keyring, cold metal glinting even in the gloom. "Here," she said, flipping it to Nylah. "Now, shut up, dummy, just drive me to the mall." Her yellow eyes flashed, the command clear.

"Yes, okay," Nylah whispered, a deep breath steadying her.

"Yes, what?" Salem raised an eyebrow.

"Yes... sis," Nylah corrected herself.

Salem’s lips curled into a smirk. "Better," she said, her voice low. She held out the keyring again. "The car is in the driveway. Don't drive like a grandma."

Nylah reached out, her fingers brushing against Salem's as she took the keys. A small shock ran through her, a hot flash of awareness.

She turned, stepping toward the black SUV parked in the driveway, the rain now a steady patter against her back. Salem followed, her footsteps echoing Nylah's own, the click of her heels a metronome in the night. They reached the car, and Nylah slid into the driver's seat, the leather cool and smooth against her skin. She adjusted the rearview mirror, catching a glimpse of Salem settling into the passenger seat, her dark hair a stark contrast against the beige interior.

Salem threw her purse on the floor, crossing her legs in her black mini skirt, and resting her arm on the window ledge. She looked out, her yellow eyes scanning the darkness, her lips curled in a slight smile.

“And not a single scratch on the car, Nylah,” she commanded, her voice a low purr. “I expect it back in one piece.”

Nylah’s hands tightened around the steering wheel, her grip so tight her knuckles turned white. “I won’t scratch it,” she promised, her voice barely above a whisper. The engine roared to life, the headlights piercing the night as she slowly backed out of the driveway.

“You drive like a grandma,” Salem remarked, her head resting against the headrest, her eyes closed. “Put some pep in it.” She leaned in, turning on the radio, blasting music that filled the car with a throbbing beat.

Nylah flinched, the sudden noise jarring her. She glanced at Salem, who was tapping her fingers against the dashboard, her head bobbing to the rhythm.

The drive to the mall was short, but quiet, the only sounds the thumping of the bass and the patter of rain against the windshield. As they turned a corner, Salem looked out the window, her yellow eyes scanning the darkened streets.

"You know," she said, breaking the silence, "you're not so bad at this, sis."

Nylah rolled her eyes, a small smile playing at the corner of her mouth. "Thanks, I think," she replied, her voice steady despite the fluttering in her stomach. She pulled into the parking lot of the mall, the glow of the lights illuminating the rain-soaked pavement. She found a spot near the entrance, putting the car in park, the engine ticking softly as it cooled down. Salem reached for the door handle, pausing to look back at Nylah.

"Stay here," she said, her voice firm. "I won't be long." She slipped out of her heels, tossing them onto the back seat. Nylah watched as Salem stepped onto the wet pavement, her bare feet sinking into the puddles.

"What are you doing?" Nylah asked, her eyes wide as she watched Salem not respond and close the door.

The rain was a steady drumbeat on the roof of the car, making it seem cozy and warm inside. Nylah pulled her phone from her pocket, the screen lighting up the darkness. She had a few messages from friends, some she hadn't talked to in a while. She started to type a reply, her thumbs dancing over the keyboard, but paused. She didn't want to tell them about her current situation, the humiliation of asking Salem for help. Especially not after all the years of teasing and cruel jokes. She sighed, putting her phone back in her pocket.

The rain was coming down harder now, the windshield a beautiful sheet of water, distorting the world outside. Nylah leaned forward, her breath fogging up the glass.

The rhythmic tapping of the rain against the roof became a monotonous lullaby, the lights of the mall casting an eerie glow on the wet pavement. Time passed, the minutes turning into an hour. She saw Salem walking out of the mall, a bag swinging from her hand.

Salem’s gait was confident, almost predatory, her bare feet splashing through puddles. She was smiling, a smirk that didn’t reach her eyes, her yellow gaze fixed on the car. Nylah’s heart pounded as she unlocked the doors, the click echoing in the now-silent car. Salem slid into the passenger seat, her black skirt riding up higher on her thighs.

She dropped her shopping bag onto the floor, water dripping from her bare feet onto the car floor "Yeah, I'm all set," she said, cracking a wide smile.

Nylah's brow furrowed, her pink eyes narrowing as she looked at Salem. "Is that all you needed? To shop?" She couldn't help but feel a pang of annoyance, the rain still pounding against the roof.

Salem chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down Nylah’s spine. "I do need something," she said, leaning back in her seat, her yellow eyes glinting. "My feet got so dirty walking outside, through the mall, the girls' bathroom..." She paused, her smirk widening. "Mind if you lick them clean?"

Nylah’s eyes widened in shock, her mind struggling to process the request. "What?" she stammered, her cheeks flushing a deep pink. "Salem, that’s... that’s disgusting!" She shook her head, her hair whipping around her shoulders. "I’m not doing that." Nylah’s response was immediate, her voice firm despite the flush of embarrassment that had spread across her cheeks.

Salem laughed, a deep, throaty sound that vibrated through the car. "Come on, sis... you used to love them when we were younger. You know you've missed my feet!" She extended a bare foot, wiggling her toes suggestively, a taunting glint in her yellow eyes. "Don't be such a prude, Nylah. It's not like I'm asking you to do anything... hard."

Nylah shifted in her seat, the leather creaking softly beneath her as she turned to face Salem. "We were younger then, and it was just a game."

Nylah's voice shook, her hands clenching the steering wheel so tight her knuckles turned white. She looked at Salem, her pink eyes welling with frustration and humiliation.

Salem's yellow eyes flashed, her voice low and dangerous. "Well, either you lick them clean, or I kick you out." She lifted her dirty foot, the sole blackened with grime, the toes wiggling as she pushed it up against Nylah's face, leaving a dirty smudge against her warm reddish cheek.

"Ugh," Nylah groaned, her cheeks heating up with embarrassment and humiliation. "Okay, fine." She leaned forward, her tongue darting out hesitantly, she slowly slides her tongue against the sole of Salem's dirty foot. The taste of dirt covering her tongue and the texture rough and unpleasant.

Salem chuckled, a low, throaty sound that vibrated through the car. "That's a good girl, Nylah," she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Don't you dare spit any of that out either."

Salem's voice was firm, her yellow eyes locked onto Nylah's every movement, watching as she continued to lick her dirty foot clean. "Good sis," she purred, pulling her phone out and beginning to text.

The silence in the car was broken only by the wet sound of Nylah's tongue against Salem's sole, and the soft tapping of Salem's thumbs against the screen of her phone. Nylah's stomach churned at the taste, the grime coating her tongue and making her feel nauseous. But she knew better than to disobey, especially with Salem's foot pressed firmly against her face, her grip tightening on the steering wheel as she imagines being thrown out of her stepsister's house.

As Nylah licked, she couldn't help but steal glances at Salem, her head bent over her phone, her thumbs flying across the screen. Salem sneaks a look at Nylah. "Go ahead, sis. Swallow it down."

Salem's command was firm, her eyes flicking up from her phone to pin Nylah with a yellow-eyed glare. "Don't you dare spit it out."

INylah's cheeks burned with humiliation, her cheeks flushed a bright pink as she moved her tongue in lazy circles against Salem's sole, the grit and dirt coating her tongue. She wanted to gag, to spit the filth out, but she knew better. Instead, she reached up, her fingers trembling as she grabbed onto Salem's ankles, holding her stepsister in place.

Salem smirked, her attention returning to her phone, her thumbs flying across the screen. "Good girl," she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

"Now swallow it down, Nylah." Salem commands.

Nylah hesitated for a moment, her breath hitching as she considered the filth coating her tongue. But the weight of Salem's foot against her face, the threat of being thrown out into the cold and the cruel edge to her stepsister's voice left her no choice. She tilted her head back, the muscles in her throat working as she forced herself to swallow the gritty, disgusting mess. The taste of dirt and grime filled her mouth, and she gagged, her body convulsing with the effort of keeping it down.

Salem's smirk widened, her yellow eyes glinting with amusement as she watched Nylah struggle. "That's right, sis," she purred, her voice low and dangerous.

Nylah, her cheeks flushed and eyes watering, licked her lips before going back to licking more dirt off of her stepsister's foot. Her tongue now slid in between Salem's toes, the dirt and grime clinging to her tongue once again. The taste was gross, the texture gritty, but she knew better than to stop. Salem's foot was soft under the dirt, softer than she remembered from when they were younger. Nylah began to enjoy the soft texture that lays beneath the dirt.

"Mmm, that's it," Salem moaned, her yellow eyes locked onto Nylah's every movement. "Don't miss a spot. You know how much I hate dirty feet." She leaned back in her seat, her legs spread wider, inviting Nylah to continue.

Nylah, driven by a mix of humiliation and a desire to please, swallowed more dirt, feeling it coat her throat. She then leaned further in, using her lower teeth to gently dig at the dirt lodged beneath Salem’s toenails. The taste was vile, but she couldn't stop now.

Salem's foot pressed firmer against Nylah's face, forcing her to take more of her stepsister's force. Nylah's breaths were ragged, her tongue working frantically against Salem's sole and toes. The dirt was a constant flow of filth in her mouth, each swallow a test of her gag reflex. Salem's laughter was a harsh, throaty sound, vibrating through the car as she watched Nylah struggle to clean her feet.

"God, you look pathetic," she sneered, her yellow eyes glinting with cruel amusement. "But I suppose that's what you get for being such a doormat."

Nylah, her cheeks flushed and her eyes watering, couldn't deny the truth in Salem's words. She was on her knees in the driver's seat, her pink hair falling in her face as she continues working to clean her stepsister's dirty feet. She looked up at Salem, her pink eyes filled with a mix of humiliation and defiance.

"And what do you get?" Nylah asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Someone to clean up your mess? The joy of humiliating me?"

Salem's smirk widened, her eyes flicking down to Nylah's lips, still glistening with saliva. "Exactly," she purred, her voice low and dangerous.

"Now, drive us home, dummy." She pulled her feet away from Nylah's face, her yellow eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Don't want you to choke on that dirt!"

Nylah, her chest heaving with ragged breaths, sat back in her seat, her eyes watering from the gritty taste in her mouth. She swiped the back of her hand across her lips, trying to wipe away the remnants of dirt and saliva.

But Salem stopped her, grabbing her wrist with a firm grip. "No, don't do that," she said, her voice stern. "That is rude. Lick it... and eat it."

Salem’s grip on Nylah’s wrist tightened, her yellow eyes boring into hers with unyielding intensity. Nylah, still reeling from the humiliation and the dirty taste in her mouth, hesitated for a moment, her pink eyes wide with disbelief. But the force in Salem’s voice was clear, and Nylah knew better than to disobey. She leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lick the dirt and saliva from her own wrist, the taste just as disgusting now as it had been in her mouth. Salem watched, her lips curled in a satisfied smirk, her yellow eyes gleaming with cruel amusement.

"There you go," Salem said, her voice low and approving.

"Now, drive us home, dummy. Don't want you to choke on that dirt." She released Nylah's wrist, her yellow eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

Nylah grips the steering wheel once more. She put the car in gear, pulling out of the parking spot and merging into the slow-moving traffic. The rain had let up somewhat, the world outside the car now a murky gray rather than a sheets of water. Nylah's cheeks were still flushed, her heart still pounding with a mix of humiliation and anger. She couldn't believe what she had just done, what she had allowed herself to be forced into doing.

Her stomach churned with a mix of anger and humiliation, her hands trembling on the steering wheel as she pulled into the driveway of Salem's house. The rain had finally stopped, the moon casting a silvery glow over the darkened neighborhood. Salem looked out the window, her expression unreadable as they pulled to a stop. "Well, we're home," she announced, opening the door before Nylah could even turn off the engine. She stepped out, her bare feet splashing through puddles as she walked toward the house, leaving Nylah alone in the car.

Nylah sat for a moment, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't believe that she had just allowed Salem to treat her like that, to degrade her and humiliate her in such a way.

But she knew that she had no choice, not if she wanted to have a place to stay. She took a deep breath, preparing herself for whatever might come next, and stepped out of the car. She slammed the door behind her, the sound echoing in the quiet night.

Nylah followed Salem into the house, her footsteps echoing in the foyer. As she stepped inside, she was engulfed by the familiar scent of old books and the faint echo of a ticking clock. She shivered, her body still humming with the aftermath of what she had just done. She hesitated for a moment, her eyes scanning the darkened room.

"Come on, slowpoke," Salem called down from the stairs, her voice tinged with impatience. "Don't make me come back down there for you."

Nylah took a deep breath, her fingers trembling slightly as she gripped the handle of her suitcase. She had no choice but to follow, to see what Salem had in store for her next. Summoning her courage, she turned and began to climb the stairs, her footsteps quieter than Salem's, her eyes focused on the back of her stepsister's head.

They reached the landing, and Salem pushed open the door to her room. Nylah hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest, before stepping inside behind Salem. The room was bathed in a dim, eerie light, the moon casting long, dancing shadows across the walls. Salem's room was a reflection of her personality, dark and decadent, filled with black velvet and old books, the air thick with the scent of incense and the faint echo of a ticking clock. It was a far cry from the cheerful, colorful room she had once shared with Nylah.

Salem turned to face her, her yellow eyes gleaming in the dim light. "Close the door," she commanded, her voice low and dangerous. Nylah's heart pounded in her chest as she complied, the click of the latch sealing them off from the rest of the house.

The room seemed to close in around her, the shadows growing darker, more oppressive. Salem stood there, her yellow eyes piercing through the gloom, her hands behind her back. She pulled something out from beneath her bed, a length of rope, the coils unfurling in her hands. Nylah's breath hitched as she realized what it was.

"Now that you've somewhat proven yourself to me," Salem said, her voice low and dangerous, "you will live with me." She dropped the rope onto the bed, the coils slithering across the velvet coverlet. "But bound in my ropes," she continued, her gaze locked onto Nylah's. "Do you accept? Accept being fully owned by your stepsister?"

Nylah's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. She stared at the coils of rope, her mind racing.

She knew Salem well enough to understand what this meant, what it implied. But she also knew she had no choice, not if she wanted a roof over her head. She looked into Salem's glare, a mix of fear and resolve in her pink eyes. "Y... Yes..." she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Salem's smile was slow and predatory, her yellow eyes gleaming with triumph. "Good girl," she purred, her voice low and dangerous. "Now, strip for me."

Nylah's breath hitched, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and humiliation. She hesitated for a moment, her eyes flicking from the rope to Salem and back again. "S-strip?" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Salem's smile widened, her yellow eyes gleaming with cruel amusement.

"Yes, strip," she repeated, her voice low and dangerous. "Everything. I want to see every inch of your pale skin."

Nylah hesitated for a moment, her eyes flicking to the coils of rope on the bed, then back to Salem. She knew better than to disobey, but the thought of baring herself completely to her stepsister filled her with a deep sense of humiliation and fear.

"Come on, sis," Salem urged, her voice a low purr. "Don't make me come over there and do it for you."

Nylah took a deep breath, her cheeks flushing a deep pink as she reached for the hem of her shirt. She pulled it over her head, her body trembling slightly as she tossed it aside. Her bra followed, the clasp unfastened with clumsy fingers, her breasts exposed to the cool air of the room.

Salem watched, her yellow eyes darkening with lust as Nylah's body was revealed. "Good girl," she murmured, her voice a low rumble. "Now the rest." Nylah's hands trembled as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her jeans, shimmying them down her hips and thighs. She stepped out of them, her pink hair brushing against her skin, her pink briefs the last remaining barrier between her and Salem's gaze.

Salem's eyes narrowed, her stare intent as Nylah's fingers hooked into the waistband of her underwear. She pushed them down, her pussy exposed to the cool air of the room, her trimmed pink hair glinting in the moonlight streaming through the window. She stood there, her breath coming in short gasps, her cheeks flushed with humiliation and fear.

Salem, arms behind her back, strolled towards her, the coils of rope still dangling from her hands. She circled Nylah like a predator, her yellow eyes never leaving her stepsister's body.

"You're trembling, Nylah," Salem cooed, her voice a low purr. "Is it the thought of being mine that has you so scared?" She reached out, her fingers tracing lazy patterns along Nylah's arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"You're mine now, Nylah," Salem whispered, her voice a low purr. "Every inch of you, every part of you."

"Y... yes, sis." Nylah replies.

Salem chuckles. "I love that I own you."

Salem's fingers trailed down Nylah's spine, lightly scratching her skin. She pushed her stepsister towards the bed, a dark smirk playing on her lips. "Now, lie down."

Nylah complied, her heart pounding as she lowered herself onto the velvet coverlet. Salem stood at the edge of the bed, her yellow eyes raking over Nylah's naked body. She reached down, her fingers gripping the hem of her skirt. With a swift, fluid motion, she pulled it up and over her head, tossing it aside. She stood before Nylah, her body clad only in a black lace bra and matching thong, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders.

"You look so delicious, Nylah," she purred, her voice low and dangerous.

"But I think you need to be more... constrained." Salem turned, grabbing a pair of dirty socks from the corner of the room. She pulled them on. She turned back to Nylah, a sly grin on her face. "Now, you wanted to be mine, right?"

Salem approached the bed, the coils of rope still in her hands. She grasped one of Nylah's ankles, her yellow eyes never leaving her stepsister's face. "Let's make that official then," she said, her voice a low growl as she began to wrap the rope around Nylah's ankle, securing her tightly to the bedpost. "You belong to me now, Nylah."

Salem climbed onto the bed, her weight shifting the mattress as she sat, her butt near Nylah's face. The rope around Nylah's ankle creaked in protest, the knot digging into her skin. Nylah gasped, her cheeks flushing a deeper pink as she looked up at her stepsister. The scent of old books and incense filled her nostrils, mingling with the smell of dirty socks. Salem leaned forward, her yellow eyes gleaming with a predatory intensity as she grabbed another length of rope from the bed.

"Let's make sure of that," Salem purred, her voice a low growl. She looped the rope around Nylah's wrists, the coarse material biting into her skin as she pulled it tight.

Salem tied a firm knot, securing her stepsister's hands to her Salem's ankles, leaving Nylah helpless and exposed. She squirmed, trying to escape, but the rope held fast, digging into her flesh. "Salem, please..." she begged, her voice filled with desperation.

Salem smirked, her yellow eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. "Please what, Nylah?" she taunted, her voice low and dangerous. "Please tie me tighter?" She shifted her weight, her butt settling more firmly on Nylah's face, the scent of dirty socks filling her nostrils.

"Salem!" Nylah cried out, her voice muffled by her stepsister's body, her nose pressed against her stepsister's asshole. The sudden pressure and the humiliating scent made her struggle anew, her hips bucking against the ropes that held her in place.

"Yes, yes, it's me, sis," Salem cooed, her voice a low purr as she ground herself against Nylah's face. "And this is what you wanted, isn't it? To belong to me?" She reached down, her fingers digging into Nylah's hair, her knuckles pressing against her scalp as she held her stepsister's head in place. She rocked her hips, the feeling of the rope digging into her skin a thrilling sensation. "You wanted to be mine, Nylah.

Here's a little bit of an appetizer for you, sis." Salem grinned, her yellow eyes gleaming with malice as she let out a resounding fart

BRRRRRAAAAAAAAPPPPTTTT-PFFFFFTTTT!!

The smell strong and pungent as it pushed it's way out if Salem's asshole. Nylah's nose was pressed tight against Salem's asshole, the scent overwhelming and nauseating. She gagged, her eyes watering as she struggled against the ropes, trying to escape the noxious cloud.

Salem chuckled, her grin widening as she saw her stepsister's discomfort. "God, you're pathetic," she sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. "You wanted this, remember? You wanted to be mine." She ground herself harder against Nylah's face, her asscheeks clenching as she farted again, the smell even worse than before.

"Remember when I would make you eat these farts when we were younger? You would squirm and cry, but I knew you loved it!" Salem laughed.

Nylah's struggles grew more frantic, her body writhing against the ropes that held her in place. Her nose was pressed tightly against Salem's asshole, the scent overwhelming and nauseating. She gagged, her eyes watering as she tried desperately to get away from the noxious cloud. She shook her head, her pink hair whipping against the sheets, trying to deny Salem's words. "No, no, I hated it!" she gasped, her voice muffled by her stepsister's body.

Salem grinned, her fingers tightening in Nylah's hair, her knuckles pressing against her scalp.

"Open wide, dummy," she commanded, her voice a harsh, low growl. "You're going to take everything I give you."

Nylah's eyes widened, her panicked struggles growing more desperate as she tried to escape the ropes that held her in place. "Salem, no... please..." she begged, her voice muffled and frantic. The smell of her stepsister's fart's lingering in her nostrils.

Salem sneered, her yellow eyes gleaming with cruel amusement as she watched her stepsister squirm. "Let's play a game... if you can guess what I ate for lunch earlier, I will stop, deal?"

Salem smirked, her eyes glinting with amusement as she watched Nylah squirm. She waited for a moment, her stepsister's struggles ceasing as she considered the offer. Nylah nodded in agreement, opening her mouth, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and resignation. Salem chuckled, her fingers tightening in Nylah's hair.

"Okay then, here's your first clue," With that, she clenched her butt cheeks together, trapping Nylah's nose and mouth between them.

BRAAAAPPPPTTTTTTT-PFFFFFFTTTTT!!!

A loud, wet fart erupted from her asshole, the sound resonating through the room like a trumpet blast.

Nylah's eyes widened in shock as the fart filled her mouth, her cheeks puffing out like a chipmunk's. She struggled to breathe, her lungs burning as she desperately tried to expel the noxious gas from her mouth. Her struggles only served to force more of the fart into her mouth, her cheeks growing rounder and fuller with each passing second. Nylah forces herself to relax, and taste the gas.

GULP!

Nylah forced the gas down her throat, her body convulsing as it filled her lungs. She coughed and spluttered, her eyes watering as she struggled to catch her breath. Salem laughed, her yellow eyes wide with amusement as she watched her stepsister's struggles.

"Fuck! I have missed listening to my farts fill your mouth!" she crowed, her voice filled with delight. She ground her ass harder against Nylah's face, her body shaking with laughter. "You've always been such a good little dummy, Nylah!" She gagged and choked, the scent of Salem's farts filling her nostrils and her lungs, the taste bitter and acrid.

Nylah's eyes watered, her face red and contorted in a grimace as she fought to breathe. Salem lifted her butt up slightly. "Well, what do you think I ate?" she asked, her voice a taunting purr.

Nylah sputtered and coughed, her body writhing in discomfort as she tried to catch her breath. She looked up at Salem, her pink eyes filled with a mix of fear and disgust. "I... I don't know," she gasped, her voice hoarse and ragged. Salem chuckled, her fingers tightening in Nylah's hair, her knuckles pressing against her scalp. "Think, dummy," she sneered, her yellow eyes bored into her stepsister's.

Nylah, desperate and choking, reached up slightly, her tongue flicking out to lick the taste of Salem's ass, trying to gain more clues from the lingering taste. She swallowed hard, her gag reflex kicking in as she tasted her stepsister’s ass, the bitter flavor coating her mouth.

Salem threw her head back and laughed, the sound echoing through the room. "Did you have a salad?" Nylah guessed, her voice a hoarse whisper, her tongue darting out once more to capture the taste.

Salem let out a loud, harsh laugh, her body shaking with amusement. "Wrong!" she shouts. "Open wide again, sis!"

Nylah's eyes widened in terror as she realized what her stepsister intended. She shook her head, her hair whipping against the sheets beneath her, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps.

"No, please," she begged, her voice a hoarse whisper. "I can't, I can't take anymore!"

Salem sneered, her yellow eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. "You can and you will," she snapped, her fingers tightening in Nylah's hair, the knuckles pressing painfully against her scalp. "Remember what I said? You're mine now, Nylah. Every inch of you, every part of you. And that includes your mouth."

Nylah's struggles grew more desperate, her body bucking against the ropes that held her in place. Nylah then opens her mouth.

Salem, with a wicked grin, sits back down, repositioning her asshole over her stepsister's mouth. She leans back, her hands resting behind her, her body claiming her dominant position. Nylah, her eyes watering from the putrid taste in her mouth, frantically tries to escape the suffocating pressure of her stepsister's body. Her struggles are futile, her movements only serving to push her face further into Salem's ass.

Salem's grin widens, "Yes, that's it," she purrs, her voice a low, dangerous growl. "Relax, and let me fill you up." She grinds her hips, the sensation of her asshole pressing against Nylah's lips and tongue sending a thrill of power through her.

BRAPPPPPTTTTTTTTT-PFFFFFFFFTTTTTT!!

The bitter taste hit Nylah's tongue, more pungent and acrid than before. She gagged, her body convulsing as she tried to expel the noxious gas. But Salem's grip on her hair was unyielding, her ass grinding against Nylah's face, forcing more and more of the putrid air into her mouth and down her throat. Nylah's eyes watered, her vision blurring as she struggled to breathe. The taste was overwhelming, filling her mouth and her lungs, leaving no room for anything else. She could feel her cheeks puffing out, her body fighting to contain the gas that Salem was forcing into her. Her struggles grew more frantic, her hands pulling at the ropes that held her in place, her nails clawing at the sheets beneath her.

Salem lifted up again, her asscheeks sliding against Nylah's nose and mouth, leaving a trail of wetness. "What's your guess this time?" she demanded, her voice a harsh, impatient bark.

"Cheesy," Nylah gasped, her voice hoarse and raw. "You ate a grilled cheese?"

Salem chuckles, her yellow eyes flashing with amusement. "Wrong again, dummy. You're going to have to do better than that." She shifted her weight, her ass grinding against Nylah's face once more. "I ate some brie cheese. You know, the fancy stuff. The kind your little musician hands couldn't afford." She grinned, her fingers tightening in Nylah's hair, her knuckles pressing against her scalp. "You need to guess the full meal! You guess it, you'll get to go to sleep in my closet!"

Nylah sighed, her body limp and defeated as she realized the futility of her struggles. She opened her mouth once again, her tongue protruding slightly as she prepared to receive her stepsister's next offering.

Salem chuckled, her yellow eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. "You're such a good little dummy, Nylah," she cooed, her voice a low, dangerous purr. She shifted her weight, her asscheeks sliding against Nylah's face, leaving a trail of wetness. "Now, let's see..." Salem begins pushing.

BRAPT-PFFT-BRAPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTT-PFFFFTTTTT!!!

Salem let out a massive fart into Nylah's open mouth, the force of it nearly pushing Nylah's head back. Her eyes widening.

Nylah's body convulsed as the bitter taste of the fart pushed and forced its way down her throat, inflating her lungs. The force of the gas was overwhelming, filling her completely with its acrid scent and taste. She gasped, her body arching against the ropes as she struggled to expel the noxious gas, her lungs burning with each ragged breath. The pressure built in her chest, her belly swelling as she inhaled more and more of the foul air. Her vision swam, her head spinning as the lack of oxygen began to take its toll. She tried to cry out, but Salem's ass was clamped firmly over her mouth and nose, muffling any sound she might make.

Salem chuckled, her eyes gleaming with malice as she watched her stepsister squirm.

She lifted herself up, her ass cheeks sliding against Nylah's face once again. "Okay, guess, dummy!" she taunted, her voice a harsh, low growl.

Nylah, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps, struggled to catch her breath. She looked up at Salem, her pink eyes narrowing as she tried to think. "A cheeseburger... with brie cheese," she guessed, her voice hoarse and raw.

"Close enough," Salem conceded, her voice a low growl. "You're learning, pet." She shifted her weight, her ass lifting from Nylah's face. "Let's see if you can take one more before bed, shall we?" She sits back down began to push again, but this time, her movements were slower, more deliberate.

BRAPPPPTTTTTTTTT-PFFFFFFFFTTTTTT!!

Nylah's body convulsed as the bitter taste hit her tongue, her lungs filling with the putrid air. But this time, Salem's grip on her hair was looser, her hold less severe. She shifted her weight, the pressure on Nylah's face finally lifting.

Nylah gasped, her lungs desperately sucking in air, her vision swimming as the sudden influx of oxygen hit her system. Salem reached down, her fingers deftly untying the rope that bound Nylah's wrists to Salem's own ankles. "There you go, sis," she purred, her voice low and satisfied. "You did well tonight." She stood up, her body towering over Nylah, her dark hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of ink.

Nylah lay there, her body shaking with residual tremors, her lungs still burning from the assault of Salem's farts. Her hands tingled as the blood flow returned, the sensation annoying and uncomfortable. She looked up at her stepsister, her pink eyes filled with a mix of dread and resignation.

Salem reached down, her fingers gripping the rope bound. She pulled it taut, wrapping it around Nylah's wrists and securing it tightly behind her back in an intricate knot. Nylah winced, her shoulders drawing together as the rope bit into her skin. "There, that's better," Salem purred, her voice a low, dangerous growl. "Now, up you get, dummy. I'm done with you tonight."

Nylah's eyes widened in surprise, her body still trembling from the effects of the noxious gas. She looked up at Salem, her pink eyes filled with a mix of fear and disbelief. "Salem, please," she begged, her voice hoarse and raw. "I can't take anymore." Nylah whimpered, her voice barely audible as she lay on the bed, her body still trembling from the effects of Salem's farts.

Salem, standing above her, smirked, her yellow eyes cold and unyielding. "Well, you'll have to learn to." She paused, her eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. "But not tonight. Tonight, you'll sleep in my closet." She reached down, her fingers wrapping around Nylah's arm, pulling her up with surprising strength. Nylah's body protested, her muscles sore and aching as she was pulled to her feet. Salem pushed her towards the closet.

"In you go, sis," she commanded, her voice firm and unyielding. Nylah stumbled into the dark space, her hands still bound behind her back. The door swung shut behind her, plunging her into darkness. Salem locks the door. She could hear Salem's footsteps receding, her voice echoing through the closet. "Good night, sis," she called out. "Enjoy the taste of my farts in your mouth!" She let out a harsh laugh, the sound fading as she walked away, leaving Nylah alone in the dark, the scent of her stepsister's farts lingering in her nostrils and her lungs.

Nylah slumped into the closet, her body still trembling from the effects of Salem's gaseous assault. She pushed herself away from the door, her hands groping in the darkness until she found the cold, hard floor of the closet. She sank down onto it, her bound hands pulling painfully against the rope behind her back. She gritted her teeth, trying to ignore the discomfort, her mind racing with the events of the night.

Salem's laugh still echoed in her mind, cruel and taunting, as she lay there in the darkness, her body aching and her lungs burning. She could still taste the bitter scent of her stepsister's farts, the taste lingering on her tongue and in her throat.