Part 2: Your planet is fucked up...
Lady Bardot glared down at slave Bodo, her expression dark and menacing. She had taken a seat on top of her plush velvet chair, one leg casually crossed over the other as she surveyed the pathetic figure before her. Bodo knelt naked at her feet, head bowed in submission, his eyes fixed on the floor.
"You know what I do to pathetic losers like you, don't you?" she hissed, leaning in close enough for her warm breath to tickle his ear.
"Yes, Mistress Bardot," he whispered, trembling with fear.
"Then let's get started," she growled, reaching down between her legs and pulling out a large turd. It was still warm and glistening with her own juices, and Bodo couldn't help but flinch when he saw it.
Without another word, she lifted her dress and climbed onto his back, straddling him so that his face was level with her ass. She slapped it hard, sending shockwaves of pain through him, and then lowered herself slowly until their faces were only inches apart.
"Serve your purpose, slave," she commanded, her voice lingering between a whisper and a sneer.
Bodo's trembling hand reached up to his mouth, and he took the enormous turd between his lips. It felt thick and disgusting, but he couldn't deny the strange sense of submission that washed over him as he tasted her feces.
Lady Bardot slowly began to ride him, grinding her hips against his face as she enjoyed the depth of his humiliation. She slapped him harder with each passing moment, alternating between cheeks until she was satisfied that she'd left her mark on him.
"For a planet as bizarre as this one," she panted, her breath hot against his ear, "I guess being a slave to my shit isn't so bad."
She leaned forward, her breasts looming over his face as she reached down and began to slowly stroke her clit. The feel of her warm, wet flesh against his skin sent electric shocks through his body, and he barely registered the sting of her sporadic slaps.
"You're such a loser, but you serve me well," she purred, her eyes closed in pure ecstasy.
Before he knew it, she was coming hard, her body shaking violently as she rode the waves of pleasure. As she fell back onto the chair, panting heavily, Bodo looked up at her with pleading eyes. She grinned wickedly down at him before grabbing a whip from the nearby table and bringing it down hard across his back.
"You will never forget this, slave," she hissed, her voice laced with anticipation. "You are my personal toilet, and you will never forget the taste of my shit."
