Sangheili Gas

You've been captured by a squad of Elites after the rest of your team has been killed. Since you are a massive, submissive coward you surrendered right away. The Elites found this amusing and quickly stripped and bound you, laughing at your embarrassment. You are transported to their home base, but instead of being tossed into the holding cells the Elites bring you to what appears to be their squad barracks. The room seems quite baron, the only furnishings are strange alien beds and chairs, with the occasional holographic display. The room also reeks of Sangheili, though you can't quite put your finger on what the odor actually is. You begin to panic as the various Elites begin to approach you. You've heard of UNSC soldiers being tortured and mutilated for information before being executed and fed the the Brutes. As you shiver in fear, you are taken aback when the Elites seem to be disrobing, each one in a various state of undress. They ditch their armor plates and helmets, leaving them in just their skin-suits. Even those are soon discarded, leaving their gray flesh open to the air. You're heart almost stops beating as you see their genitals begin to twitch and become erect, almost 15 Sangheili warriors gazing down on you, their 4-mandibled mouth twisting into grins. >You suddenly realize exactly what they have planned for you. No No No! Please not this! Your captors seem to be speaking to each other, planning out their advance with an occasional chuckled here and there. After they come to an agreement, they approach you. One of the bigger looking ones grabs you by the back of your neck and lifts you straight off the ground.  You struggle in his grip, kicking your feet and scratching at his freakish Elite hand. He lets out an amused snort and delivers a swift spank to your right buttcheek. You yelp out in humiliation and pain and resign yourself to your fate. Your gaze rests on another Elite as he climbs upon one of the beds, you're slightly confused as he relaxes in a classic doggy-style position, his head turned back with a toothy grin and his fat, jiggly asscheeks glistening with sweat. You almost feel as if he wants you to fuck him, but that thought is cut short when the Sangheili carrying you instead forces you to kneel behind him, face to face with his tremendous butt. The Elites all look at you in anticipation when you hear a quiet hiss and a sickening odor assaults your nostrils. "Did he just?" The Elites all begin to cheer and laugh in unison, the one in front of you letting out a sigh of relief.

 The stench is ripe, to say the least. A mix of musk, sweat, methane, and whatever foods this Sangheili has been digesting for the past few hours. You wrinkle your nose in disgust as the gassy Elite tenses up again, this time the fart erupts with a tremendous "Pthhhhhbutttt", it's enough to make his cheeks ripple and the hot air that blows past your face leaves nothing to the imagination. The laughing and cheering grows louder as the Elite continues to unload his stinky payload straight into your unwilling face. You attempt to hold your breath but the stench lingers far too long. Each fart seems louder and longer than the last, you almost become dizzy from the funky odor surrounding you. You feel hand on the back of your head begin to push you forward, you struggle to keep it back but it's no use, eventually you find your nose buried deep between his rumpcheeks and pressed right against his purple pucker. Your screams are muffled by his giant derriere and his farts have nowhere else to go but straight into your lungs. Tears fill your eyes as the flatulence continues, caused by both the Sangheili's reeking behind and the complete and utter humiliation you are being forced to endure. Could this get any worse? >The Elite in front of you continues farting for what seems like ages, but eventually the blasts of wind die down to just small toots and puffs. You pray that they'll let you stop now, but instead the Elite in front of you simply hops off the bed, being replaced with an even larger warrior with an even larger rump. You know what's coming next, you prepare yourself for the next wave of gas when the Sangheili holding you lets go of your neck and instead grabs you by the hips. The circle of Elites begin to encroach upon you, no longer satisfied to simply watch. The one grabbing you by your flank seems to be worming something warm and slimy in between your cheeks, you can already guess what it is. The Elite in front of you hasn't let out a single toot yet, you wonder what the holdup is until the hotdogging between your buttocks stops, and instead you feel a large pole of flesh begin to spread your virgin asshole apart. Though his cock is quite slick with pre, it still hurts like a sonofabitch! You let out a pained cry when the Elites around you take action. They grab you by the back of the head and force your gaping maw right against his alien asshole.  You try with all your might to push your head back or close your mouth but it's no use, the hands on the back of your head are far too strong. The first of many farts release directly into your open mouth, working deep into your lungs before working their way out of your nose. You are drowning in their taste and smell, your eyes watering from the noxious flavor. Apparently the Sangheili know more English than they let on, as you hear a couple of soldiers in the crowd shouting out things like "Slut" and "Whore", each followed by more laughing and cheering. The Elite fucking you has been taking it slow and easy, allowing your rectum time to accommodate his impressive tool. He thrusts in about an inch at a time, before letting it sit there to be squeezed by your anal muscles. You can only imagine that the fucking will become much less friendly after he bottoms out. You are close to breaking; this is the worst possible outcome you could think of happening. Being assfucked while sucking farts out of your captor’s musky butthole. Your cheeks are in a permanent state of red, you couldn't imagine being more humiliated than you are right now. What little of your vision isn't being obscured by Sangheili rump is filled with the grabby hands and laughing faces of the rest of the crew, along with a small machine hovering near the ceiling. You think for a second what that machine might be, but your question is quickly answered when you catch a glimpse at one of the screens gracing the walls. That machine is a camera, and this whole event is being recorded, and maybe even broadcasted! You can feel your resistance slipping away, every single bit of humiliation hits you in an instant. You see your face on the holoscreen out of the corner of your eye, apple red and buried deep between the cheeks of a plump sangheili rump. You've tried ignoring the erection you've been sporting, but the stimulation is just too much. You begin to moan and buck your hips, lapping at the smelly asshole in front of you. You take long licks from the base of his ballsack all the way up to the tip of his asscrack, his gas still hissing out occasionally. The cheering around you is growing louder. The Elite behind you let's out a primal roar, hilts his cock deep inside you, and unleashes spurt after spurt of thick, viscous spunk. The stuff heats up your insides, leaving you painfully full with alien goo. The Sangheili withdraws his member, a trickle of seamen escapes from your stretched pucker as another soldier takes his place. This one doesn't seem interested in foreplay, instead ramming into you with one forceful thrust. You think you've cum about 3 times since the fucking began, but after the Sangheili fucking you flips you over your suspicions are found correct. Your belly is covered with jizz, and you are somehow already erect again.  The crowd takes the opportunity to rush you, some slapping their cocks across your cheeks, forcing you to give them a quick lick or suck; while others press their thick behinds against your head or torso, farting and rubbing their stench deep into your pores. One of the slightly smaller Elites jumps onto the bed, standing triumphantly by your chest. You question his intentions until he places his hoof-like foot directly onto your panting face. He grinds his heel into your cheeks for a bit, sometimes forcing your nose between his toes or into the smooth crevices beneath them. The stench is ungodly, nothing but sweat and funky feet stink, with the same musk you've been forced to endure for some time now.  The Elite fucking you give a particularly strong slap to your rear, causing you to yelp out in pain. This leaves just enough time for the other one to jam his toe/claw into your open mouth. He wiggles the dirty digit across your tongue, leaving you with the taste of unwashed feet and salty Elite flesh. Another orgasm, the Elite pulls out and is replaced. You can't control it anymore. You need this. You pop the toe out of your mouth and begin lapping at the foot like a man possessed. The Elites sense your willingness and take advantage, presenting you their cocks and asses for you to finger and stroke in unison. This goes on for some time. You are flipped into various positions. Fucked in every orifice and are subjected to every degrading thing the crew can think up. You have no idea how long the orgy lasts, but eventually the gangbang becomes too much to endure and you gradually black out.