As the night fell, the king's castle was abuzz with excitement. The new slave girl had just arrived, and she was unlike any other before her. Rumored to have unique talents, the captains of the guard brought her to the dungeon where the king's prized chamber pot awaited.
The slave girl, her eyes wide with fear but determined, stood before the chamber pot. She knew what was expected of her and was prepared to give it her all. The chamber pot was already filled to the brim with the king's golden streams, each one stronger and more potent than the last.
The guardsman nodded to her, giving her the signal to begin. She knelt down before the pot, slowly parting her lips as she lowered her head towards the glorious nectar within. With each passing moment, the tension in the room grew thicker as everyone watched with bated breath to see if she could handle what was coming.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the slave girl's lips touched the edge of the pot. Immediately, a thick stream of golden liquid poured forth, hitting her tongue and flooding her mouth with its salty sweet goodness. She gagged slightly at first but quickly adjusted, welcoming the warmth spreading through her belly.
The guardsman waited, watching intently as she worked her magic. She swallowed every last drop of the king's golden stream, savoring the power surging through her veins. As she raised her head slowly, a look of triumph filled her eyes. She had delivered on her promise and more.
But the guardsman had one final test for her. He motioned to the thrones lined up behind him, and each guard stood up, revealing their own soiled seats. The slave girl's eyes widened, realizing what was expected of her next.
She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the challenge ahead. One guard's turd was massive, covered in shit and strings of toilet paper hanging off it. The slave girl opened her mouth wider than she ever had before, taking it all into her mouth at once. She could feel it pushing against her tongue, filling up her cheeks and threatening to spill out of her mouth.
But the slave girl was not deterred. With every ounce of strength she possessed, she forced the turd deeper into her throat, swallowing it whole. She continued this process for each of the guards, her mouth filled with the stench and warmth of their excrement.
Finally, when the last turd was swallowed, the guards erupted into applause. The slave girl had proven herself worthy of the title "feeder" and would henceforth serve the king in this capacity. As she stood up, the chamber pot once again filled with the golden stream, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride wash over her. This was her purpose, her calling. And she was ready to serve.
