In a world where submission and humiliation hold the keys to ultimate pleasure, there exists an elite tribe known as 'Shitty Trekkers'. This group of individuals is dedicated to worshipping and serving their Goddess, who demands absolute devotion in the form of ass-worship and shit-taking.
Our story revolves around a young man named David, who is new to this dark world but eager to please his Goddess. He awakens on a cold, hard floor in a dimly lit room, wearing nothing but a small collar around his neck that reads "Property of My Shit". Confused and scared, he begins to recall the events that led him here.
As he struggles to remember, a soft, warm liquid drips onto his face. He opens his eyes in horror to find himself staring at a pair of glistening, wet asscheeks. Realization dawns on him—he is surrounded by naked men, kneeling before their Goddess, waiting for the ultimate reward of being covered in her divine shit.
Trembling, David slowly raises his head and locks eyes with his Goddess. She is resplendent in golden robes, her face stern but somehow comforting. She nods slightly, indicating for him to join the others on his knees. David does as he is told, feeling the cold hardwood press into his already aching knees.
For what feels like hours, they all remain in silence, their eyes never leaving their Goddess. She walks slowly among them, caressing their faces, running her fingers through their hair and occasionally stopping to pinch a nipple or slap their asses. Her hands move down to their groins, playfully teasing their cocks and balls until they strain against her touch.
Suddenly, she speaks. "It is time," she says in a low, seductive voice. Each man's heart leaps with anticipation as they watch her walk towards the center of the room. She stops before a golden throne that rises high above them all—a symbol of her divine power and their humble submission.
One by one, she summons each man to her throne, leading them behind a velvet curtain for their private audience. As each man disappears behind the curtain, their eyes are filled with a mix of fear and excitement. David's heart races in his chest as he waits anxiously for his turn to come.
Finally, it is his turn. He is led behind the curtain, his legs feeling weak as he follows her to the foot of the throne. She smirks, leading him to understand that he won't be sitting on the throne—instead, he will serve as her human toilet.
Without further instruction, David lowers his head and parts his legs. His heart is pounding in his ears as he feels the warm liquid beginning to fill his bowels. Suddenly, she sits on his face, her golden dress covering his nose and mouth as she moans in pleasure. Then, with a sudden force, she pushes him over the edge, sending a stream of hot, viscous shit down his throat.
As he struggles to breathe through the layers of filth on his face and the overwhelming sensation of her shit filling his stomach, he realizes that this is what he has been born for. This is his purpose...his destiny. To serve and worship her, to feel her shit pouring into every orifice of his body, to know that he is fulfilling his role as a Shitty Trekker. With a newfound sense of purpose, he waits eagerly for his next opportunity to serve his Goddess.
