Anna squints her eyes and shakes her head, her red hair bouncing around her shoulders as she looks at you with disgust. You grin nervously, knowing that you've done something wrong again. The air between you feels charged with anticipation and apprehension.
"What is it with you?" Anna demands, folding her arms across her chest. You shrink back a little but manage to mutter out an apology, not daring to meet her gaze. She huffs and walks over to a nearby table, picking up a small plastic container with a disgusted look on her face.
"Well, since you insist," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I guess I should oblige." She walks over to the toilet and sits down on the cold, hard seat. "Open your mouth nice and wide," she commands. You do as you're told, lifting your chin up to expose your throat and sticking out your tongue like a kid about to get his tray slammed.
Anna rolls her eyes and pours a thick, grayish-brown liquid from the container onto your tongue. It's hot and slimy, and the smell of shit is overwhelming. You gag and cough, trying to get rid of the disgusting taste.
"Swallow," Anna growls. You obediently swallow, feeling the thick liquid slide down your throat and into your stomach. The taste lingers, making your eyes water and your stomach churn. But you're also getting a strange sense of satisfaction from this sickening act.
"Now get on your knees," Anna says, standing up. You drop to your knees in front of her, eyes locked on the toilet bowl. She humors you with a smirk before pulling down her panties and sitting down on the toilet, her pale ass pointing towards you.
"Is this what you want?" she asks, laughing. "You pathetic little shit-eating loser." But despite her words, there's a glint in her eye that tells you she's enjoying this twisted power trip as much as you are.
With trembling hands, you reach out to touch her ass, your fingers press up against the smooth skin. You lean in closer, waiting for the moment when you can finally taste her shit. But then she stands up suddenly, sending you reeling back with a start.
"Not yet," she says, teasing you with a smile. She walks over to a vanity and picks up a makeup brush, carefully applying it to her lips before dipping it in the toilet bowl. You watch in horror as she pulls it out, the brush coated with a thick layer of her own feces. And then she's pressing it against your mouth, waiting for you to open wide.
You can feel the coolness of the brush against your hot, dry tongue before it disappears down your throat, filling your mouth with the taste of shit once again. You cough and gag, but you don't resist this time. Instead, you lean in closer, eager for more of her disgusting offering.
And so the evening continues, a twisted dance between you and Anna, where she taunts and teases while you beg and clean up after her. It's a relationship that's strange even by human standards, but you know it's all you deserve from a Goddess like her. And so you'll continue to crawl and beg, always eager for just one more taste of her shit
