Once upon a time, in the freezing lands of Slavodia, there lived a woman named Natalia Kapretti. She was known for her cold demeanor and icy gaze that could freeze any man to the bone. Natalia was the queen of the realm, feared by many and loved by few. Despite her harsh rule, she possessed an unusual fondness for the upcoming spring season.
As the snow fell heavily outside her castle walls, Natalia sat in her throne room, surrounded by a crackling fireplace that provided little warmth. In front of her stood ten young men, each bearing an expression of fear mixed with anticipation. They were her slaves, and they knew what spring meant for them. Winter was ending, and soon they would have to cleanse their mistress' mouth.
With a smile that did nothing to alleviate their anxiety, Natalia addressed them. "I congratulate everyone on coming of spring," she said, her voice cold as ice. "I've been waiting for it to get warmer, for the snow to melt, so I can finally play outside again. Shit in mouth of slaves, walk, and relax." Her eyes swept over the trembling men before her, their hearts sinking into their stomachs.
"Good mood to all," Natalia continued, her voice taking on a mocking tone. She stood up from her throne, towering over the group. One by one, she approached each man, eyes blazing with excitement. As she got closer, they could smell the bitter taste of her last meal on her breath. It was their turn to receive her royal gift - a mouthful of her excrement.
The first slave opened his mouth, his eyes brimming with tears. Natalia grinned wickedly and plunged her hand into his mouth, her fist filled with human waste. She smeared it across his tongue, making sure he tasted every inch of her filth. He gagged and choked, struggling to break free from her grip.
One by one, she made her way through the group, forcing each man to taste the foulness in her mouth. Some refused, shaking their heads violently, but she would not be denied. When she was finished, she stepped back, surveying her slaves with a look of satisfaction. They cowered before her, their faces stained with tears and snot.
"Now go," she commanded, her voice ringing through the throne room. "Tell everyone that spring has come, and with it, my blessing. And remember," she added with a menacing smile, "the taste of my feces will remain in your mouths until you've spread my message."
The slaves scurried away, tears streaming down their faces. Outside, the sun began to peek out from behind the clouds, casting its warm rays over the frozen land. And in the distance, they could hear the faint cry of Natalia Kapretti's slaves, their voices carrying the queen's message to all who were prepared to hear it. Welcome, spring.
