Marina brings herself out of her embarrassment to try to have a normal conversation, but she is interrupted by a faint sniffing coming from her rear. She turn around and to see a small, chunky, leather-clad hyena girl giving her the stink eye. “What are you looking at bitch?” She stated rudely, proceeding to walk away while scratching her ass. Marina paused and thought to herself (Seriously, that’s how you greet someone, sniff their ass and tell them to fuck off? You’re the bitch, bitch) but let it slide as she continued to enjoy the meet and greet. Just before it ended, she noticed the hyena girl was talking to someone in the shadows, then would be a good time for her to get an apology out of her. After she finished talking, Marina approached her, and gave her the most menacing, no bullshit look she could pull. “Listen you, I saw you sniff my ass, what’s your problem?” Marina stated plainly, wanting an honest answer from the leather-clad scavenger. The hyena just looked at her, barely convinced that she was talking to her. Marina attempted to ask her again but was seemingly unable to, as she was slowly losing consciousness.
When Marina regained consciousness, she found herself in a leather mask with a hose attached, her body perspiring due to nervousness and leather around her neck, arms, legs, and flabby belly. Very interesting looking suit, but she couldn’t move her arms. She struggled a few more times before she heard footsteps and a familiar voice. “Consider this our first date you fat fuck. The name’s Beatriz, but from now on, I’m queen or mistress, are we clear tubby?” the voice responded. It was the butch hyena from earlier, no ones else she knew was that rude. She began to speak, but was interrupted by this alluring smell coming from the hose. Beatriz touched the mask on Marina’s face and she could finally see around her. She was outside, and it was dark. The only reason she could see was a fire nearby. She then looked to see the end of the hose was stuck down a leather boot, breathing stinky foot fumes as her only source of air. “I bet you like that, you slobby fuck, walking into a meet and greet wearing trash. I’ll treat you like trash since you wanna wear it so bad.” Beatriz ranted, showing herself to Marina. She was wearing a leather choker, a leather bikers vest, leather gloves, leather assless chaps, and one leather boot (the other being the one stuck to the end of Marina’s hose). “Sniff it up slave, if you behave, I may let you lick my pussy.” Beatriz commanded, cracking a whip. Marina was melting over the smell inside this hyena’s boot, there should be no way it should smell like it does. Beatriz went out of Marina’s sight to go sit on a leather throne, watching Marina inhale the smell of her boot. Watching Marina’s exposed pussy quiver made Beatriz start to rub at her clit and fondle her breasts. After a few minutes Beatriz got up, removed the hose from the boot, and put it to her ass, blowing a long, wet fart into Marina’s snout. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you? Sniffing my ass juice like a good little slave.” Beatriz said, belittling Marina. Marina just sat there, sniffing the fumes coming from the hose, trying to reach her pussy to cum. Beatriz noticed and cracked a whip at her. “Ah, ah, ahhh, you don’t cum until I let you, slave.” Beatriz said, removing the leather face mask from her. “You’ve been good so far, I’ll reward your good behavior.” she said, presenting her hairy, musky pussy to Marina, who began to sniff at it. Not wanting to be whipped again, Marina licked at the smelly pussy, not wanting to seem disobedient. She went from tongue-teasing, to licking, to slurping, the smell keeping her stimulated enough to edge her. Beatriz stopped her, looking at Marina’s teary-feed face, “You really want to cum, don’t you?” Beatriz questioned in a seemingly ignorant tone. She flicked and rubbed Marina’s clit and she was gone, sending waves of pleasure and causing her to gush onto the ground. Beatriz whipped her, causing her to yelp, but failing to stop her from cumming. “Bad slave, you disobedient rat! I told you not to make a mess. Now you get punishment.” Beatriz scolded her, ending with an evil smirk. She fisted herself to reach into her ass and pulled out her anal beads slowly, causing her to squirt and splash all over Marina. She disconnected the hose and forced Marina’s mouth open, putting the beads down her throat and securing the leather mask back on her. “Let’s see if we can get you to get rid of that gag reflex.” Beatriz scoffed, fastening the mask to her. Marina thought she was gonna black out, the beads went deep into her windpipe. This chick was sadistic, and loved seeing people suffer for no good reason. She tried to say something, but words failed her as she choked on the beads. Soon, she passed out, stuck in a leather mask with anal beads forced down her throat.
When Marina woke up, she found herself in a different leather outfit, one where she could move her arms freely, and one that felt more comfortable on her. She got up and realized she was in a room, on a bed, not tied, chained, or bonded in any way. She walked over to the mirror to look at herself. She was clad in leather, but a little lighter than usual, around 400lbs, with long, free-flowing hair, and piercings in her ears and nose. As she walked away from the mirror, she saw her previous tormentor walking out of the bathroom...