The evil deity watched as the voluptuous young woman entered the room, her luscious ass swaying enticingly in the tight black dress she wore. He loved the way her plump thighs rubbed together beneath the fabric, make barely a sound. The pantyhose she wore was just as alluring, the sheer black material hugging every curve on her thighs and buttocks. She wore no panties underneath, just for him. He nodded approvingly as she approached him on her bare feet - such delicate soles, so perfect for digging into the soft black leather of his throne.
As the woman knelt before him, her eyes locked onto his, she felt a familiar warmth growing in her lower belly. She'd accepted this task willingly, knowing it was wrong, but also knowing that she would enjoy it. After all, she was only doing what he desired – and the thought of pleasing him in such a depraved way aroused her greatly.
A syringe of warm, viscous liquid sat on the table beside her. It was time to begin. She gingerly picked up the syringe, her trembling hands barely managing to keep it steady. Slowly, she pulled up her dress, revealing the plump, glistening orbs of her ass. Her pussy lips split open, glistening with anticipation. The scent of her arousal mingled with the smell of the enema solution, creating a heady aroma that filled the room.
Carefully, she inserted the needle into her asshole, feeling the cold steel bite into her flesh. She winced, but forced herself to push the plunger, feeling the warm liquid fill her bowels. As she pulled the needle out, she marveled at the bulge that had formed in her gut – the anticipation of what was to come was almost more than she could bear.
Standing up, she clattered her heels nervously on the floor, feeling the tension building inside her. She knew that she had to poop soon – that was the whole point of this sick game. But the thought of doing so in her panties, with her pantyhose still in place, was exhilarating beyond words.
She moved her hips, grinding her ass against the wall in an effort to relieve the pressure. The material of her pantyhose rubbed against her clit, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. Sweat broke out on her forehead as she tried to contain herself, knowing that once she let go, there would be no turning back.
Finally, she couldn't take it any longer. With a primal scream, she unwittingly released a torrent of fetid shit into her panties. The smell was overwhelming – even to her. She winced, knowing that this was what he wanted. She had done it – she had given him what he desired. As she stood there, panting heavily, the smell of her own feces assailing her nostrils, she felt a strange sense of satisfaction wash over her.
"Fuck, that was amazing," she heard him say from behind the camera. She turned to face him, wondering what he would ask of her next. Whatever it was, she knew she would do it – because she was addicted to his twisted attention, and there was no denying it.
