As Lady Scarlet entered the dungeon, she strode towards the bound slave who was waiting for her eagerly. He introduced himself as a masochist and begged her to test his limits. Lady Scarlet smirked and ordered him to stand up on the x-cross. The whip cracked, causing pain to shoot through the slave's body. He groaned in pleasure, encouraging her to continue.
However, she soon grew tired of his pathetic display. Every complaint that escaped his lips annoyed her. How could someone who claimed to be a masochist be such a crybaby? Nervously, she kept hitting him, marking his back with red welts.
"What a jerk!" she spat, her eyes narrowing in anger. "You have no tolerance for pain!"
In retaliation, Lady Scarlet decided to put the slave in his place. She shoved him roughly onto a toilet chair and sat down on it, placing her heels in the slave's gut. His face contorted in pain as she pressed down harder. He couldn't resist anything she did.
"You're worth shit," she growled, her eyes filled with hatred. "Now you're going to eat yours."
Grabbing her ass, she forced the slave's head into her crotch, his mouth opening in shock. She smiled coldly and watched as his tongue snaked out, tasting her freshly shit. Slowly, she began to force-feed him her feces, watching as he struggled not to gag.
"Swallow it all," she commanded, her voice dripping with venom. "You're going to do exactly what I tell you."
The slave gulped down the repulsive mush, tears streaming down his face. But still, Lady Scarlet wasn't satisfied. She got off the chair and grabbed a nearby bucket, filling it with water.
"Bend over," she snarled, forcing him back onto the chair.
The slave obeyed, his face turning even paler as he braced himself for what was to come. Lady Scarlet took a deep breath, then poured the entire bucket of water over his head. He gasped and spluttered, trying to get out from under the water. But she held him there, letting him drown in her disgust before finally letting go.
Spitting on the ground, Lady Scarlet turned away from the slave, contemplating what to do with him next. He was no longer useful as a sexual plaything; he was now nothing more than a piece of shit, just like her.
