The dragon's eyes fluttered open as consciousness slowly returned, his mind still foggy from the fitful slumber that had been his only respite in this waking nightmare. As his vision came into focus, he found himself staring directly at a sight that made his heart seize in his chest - the cavernous, green-tinged opening of the Indoraptor's anus hovered mere inches above his face.

The dragon's gaze was inexorably drawn to the pulsing, muscular ring of flesh that clenched and unclenched like a grotesque, organic blink. Each squeeze of the creature's most intimate orifice seemed to mock the dragon's plight, a silent taunt of the depraved ordeals that awaited him.

The Indoraptor stood motionless, its gray scales glistening with an oily sheen in the harsh, unforgiving light of the test chamber. The natural markings etched into its skin served as a grim reminder of the danger that lurked within the beast - the biohazard symbols on its hulking rear and the radioactive emblem near its tail, all a part of its physiology rather than mere decoration. They signaled to all who dared to gaze upon them that this creature was not to be trifled with, a harbinger of the twisted fate that awaited any who crossed its path.

The dragon's pulse raced as he beheld this new nightmare made flesh. His breath caught in his throat, the scent of the Indoraptor's impending assault already heavy in the air. He knew all too well the cruel games his captors delighted in subjecting him to, and he braced himself for the onslaught of putrid farts that would undoubtedly fill the chamber once more.

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The dragon's eyes watered as the first devastating blast of the Indoraptor's green-flecked flatulence slammed into his face. The stench was overwhelming, a noxious cocktail of sulfur, rotten eggs, and something far more sinister and toxic - the very essence of the beast's dangerous nature, concentrated and unleashed in a barrage of noxious gas. The air around the dragon's head immediately filled with a swirling green haze, the noxious cloud clinging to his scales like a poisonous shroud.

The Indoraptor's anus clenched and unclenched with machine-like precision as it unleashed its assault, each blast hitting the dragon with the force of a physical blow. The chamber quickly filled with the deafening roar of the beast's farts, the noise bouncing off the cold, unyielding walls and assaulting the dragon's ears from all sides. The pressure was immense, the green clouds of gas expanding with each thunderous expulsion until the whole chamber was consumed by the putrid fog.

The dragon's lungs burned as he gasped for air, each desperate breath pulling more of the toxic fumes into his body. His head spun and his vision blurred, the chamber tilting grotesquely around him. The stench invaded every crevice and orifice, flooding his senses until he could think of nothing else. It was as if the very air was poisoning him, inside and out, with each labored inhalation.

As the dragon's mind began to cloud over, he swore he could taste the acrid green haze on his tongue, feel it searing his lungs, and burning its way into his bloodstream. The poisonous fumes seemed to burrow into his very being, tainting him with the Indoraptor's malignant essence. He could feel his consciousness slipping away, his thoughts dissolving into a swirling vortex of pain and nausea.

The dragon's body wracked with convulsions as the toxic farts flooded his system, his scales flaring with a sickly green tint that matched the noxious fog enveloping him. Drool dripped from his jaws as he choked and sputtered, his once-mighty form reduced to a writhing, gasping mess beneath the Indoraptor's relentless onslaught.

Just as the dragon felt his sanity slipping away, the Indoraptor ceased its assault. The creature's anus, now gaping gave a final, lewd squelch before the beast stepped back, leaving the dragon drowning in a sea of his own toxic waste. The Indoraptor's eyes glinted with cruel satisfaction as it gazed down at the pitiful creature it had just tormented, its gray scales glistening with a sheen of sweat and flecks of green gas.

The dragon lay limp and broken beneath the receding haze, his lungs still burning from the poisonous fumes. Each breath was a battle, each inhale bringing with it the sickening realization of his own vulnerability. He had been pushed to the brink, his once-unassailable will shattered by the unrelenting onslaught of the Indoraptor's vicious assault.

The dragon's battered body went limp as the Indoraptor's barrage ceased, his lungs greedily sucking in the relatively fresh air. He clung to the brief respite, his mind reeling from the relentless assault. The fog began to dissipate, revealing the chamber in a sickening green haze. The dragon's heart raced as he gasped for breath, his scales still tingling from the lingering heat of the toxic gas.

But before the dragon could regain his bearings, the Indoraptor made its next move. With a sudden, brutal motion, it shoved its cavernous, green-flecked anus down against the dragon's face. The beast's muscular rear engulfed the dragon's head, the cloying stench of its interior overwhelming his senses once more.

The dragon's eyes widened in horror as he felt himself being forced deeper into the Indoraptor's rectum. Its walls, slick with a mix of fluids, clenched and rippled around him as the creature began to move. Up and down, it shoved the helpless dragon, its anus stretching obscenely around his head with each cruel thrust.

The dragon's struggles grew frantic as he realized the beast's intent. He was trapped, impaled like a worm on a hook, with no means of escape. His lungs screamed for air, but each breath he took only pulled more of the Indoraptor's putrid fumes into his body.

As if sensing the dragon's desperation, the creature let out a low, rumbling chuckle. And then, the Indoraptor began to fart once more. The dragon's world became a swirling vortex of green haze, the air thick with the stench of the beast's toxic waste. The farts battered against his face, his chest, his body, from all angles as he remained helplessly trapped in the Indoraptor's clutches.

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The dragon's lungs burned with a desperate need for air as the Indoraptor wrenched him free from its sweltering, putrid depths. Bound to the chair, he could only gasp and choke, drinking in the meager remnants of oxygen that lingered in the chamber's tainted atmosphere. His mind reeled, senses heightened and raw from the relentless barrage of noxious fumes.

Before the dragon could catch his breath, the Indoraptor seized his hips and slammed him back into the beast's yawning, fume-filled abyss. The creature's muscular walls clenched and rippled around him, the slick heat threatening to consume his every thought.

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The dragon's heart raced as the Indoraptor unleashed a new onslaught of farts, each blast more intoxicating than the last. The thunderous roar filled his ears, the scorching gusts burning his lungs and setting his nerves alight with a perverse, building pleasure. The stench was overwhelming, a heady mix of rot and something far more primal - the raw, unbridled scent of the beast's arousal.

The dragon's body trembled and shuddered as he felt his own arousal surge in response. His red penis throbbed and strained against its confines, aching for release. The humiliation of his own need only heightened the dark ecstasy that consumed him, his mind growing hazy with lust.

The air grew thick with the musky, heady scent of the Indoraptor's farts, the aroma of its desire. Each breath the dragon took pulled more of that intoxicating essence into his body, stoking the flames of his impending climax. The beast's rear clenched and unclenched, massaging his head with cruel, sensual intent as it forced him to inhale its noxious gift.

The dragon's climax built like a tidal wave, the Indoraptor's farts pushing him closer and closer to the edge. The chair creaked beneath his thrashing form as he strained against the bonds that kept him trapped. His lungs burned, his muscles screamed, and still, the beast's assault continued without mercy.

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With a roar that was pure, unbridled ecstasy, the Indoraptor wrenched the dragon from its depths once more. Before he could catch his breath, it loomed over him, its hulking form filling his vision. The dragon gazed up at the Indoraptor's towering, gray-hued form, his eyes glazed with lust and desperation. He was acutely aware of every contour of his own sweat-slicked scales, the beast's putrid juices painting his body like a perverse badge of honor. The dragon's chest heaved, his lungs clamoring for air, even as his heart hammered with the feral need to succumb to the Indoraptor's twisted desires.

The creature's eyes blazed with a feral, hungry light as it aimed its gaping, green-streaked anus directly at the dragon's face. The dragon's eyes widened, his pulse pounding in his ears as he beheld the sight of his own impending ruin. The beast's rear clenched, and with a final, earth-shattering roar, it unleashed a torrent of farts directly into the dragon's face.

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The force of the blast knocked the dragon back against the chair, his bound form shaking and convulsing as he inhaled the creature's putrid essence. The stench was overwhelming, a dizzying mix of raw, primal musk and something far more intoxicating - the concentrated aroma of the Indoraptor's own building climax.

The dragon's climax exploded through him like a raging inferno, his red penis throbbing and pulsing as he erupted. Thick, scorching ropes of cum erupted from his shaft, splattering the Indoraptor's gray scales and the chair beneath him. The dragon's body jerked and spasmed, his mind shattering into a million fragmented pieces of sickening bliss as the Indoraptor's farts flooded his senses and pushed him over the precipice.

In that moment, the dragon knew no shame, no fear, only the all-consuming ecstasy of his own depraved release. He surrendered himself completely to the Indoraptor's cruel whims, his climax a testament to the beast's twisted dominance. The dragon's world narrowed to the pulsing heat of his own pleasure and the ceaseless roar of the creature's farts, until there was nothing left but the blinding, burning light of his own sickening rapture.

As the last tremors of the dragon's climax shuddered through his bound form, the Indoraptor stepped back, a rumbling growl of satisfaction escaping its lips. The beast's chest swelled with pride, reveling in the utter debasement it had inflicted upon its captive. With a final, contemptuous flick of its tail, the Indoraptor turned and strode towards the heavy metal door, leaving the dragon to marinate in the fetid aftermath of their depraved encounter.

The chamber fell silent, save for the dragon's ragged breaths and the distant clang of the enclosure door slamming shut behind the retreating creature. The air hung heavy with the lingering stench of the Indoraptor's farts, the acrid smell clinging to every surface like a miasma of shame.

The dragon remained tied to the chair, his body slick with sweat, cum, and the putrid residue of the beast's assault. He gasped for air, each breath pulling more of the tainted atmosphere into his lungs, forcing him to choke on the memory of his own sickening pleasure. The stench was inescapable, a constant reminder of his utter submission to the Indoraptor's cruel desires.

As the fog of lust slowly lifted from the dragon's mind, the grim reality of his situation sank in. He was alone, abandoned to stew in the filth of his own debasement. The once-pristine enclosure was now a monument to his humiliation, the lingering reek of the Indoraptor's farts a eternal testament to his fall from grace.

And yet, beneath the shame and revulsion, a small, traitorous part of the dragon thrilled at the memory of his climax, at the way his body had betrayed him so completely. He knew, with a sinking certainty, that he would be back - back to be defiled, back to be used for the creature's twisted amusement.

For now, he could only sit and wait, marinating in the stench of his own downfall as the hours ticked by, until the Indoraptor or one of its keepers saw fit to release him from his bonds and cleanse him of the filth that clung to his scales. Until then, the dragon had nothing but his thoughts and the cloying, ever-present reek of the Indoraptor's farts to keep him company in the oppressive silence of the enclosure. The dragon's mind raced with the memory of every degrading detail of his ordeal, his body still tingling with the reluctant aftershocks of his climax. He tried to push the thoughts away, to focus on anything but the sickening pleasure he had derived from his own defilement, but it was a losing battle. The stench of the Indoraptor's farts permeated every corner of his consciousness, a constant reminder of his shameful lack of control.