Natasha Brunette looked down at her slaves, Eli and Vivi, who kneeled before her with their mouths agape in anticipation. She held a freshly voided log of her own feces in her hand, still warm to the touch. Natasha grinned devilishly as she held it over their bowed heads.
"Open wide, my little slaves," she commanded in a deceptively soft voice. "This is what you've been waiting for, isn't it?"
Both slaves eagerly obeyed, their tongues darting out to lick their lips nervously. Natasha loved the taste of her own feces, but she knew it would be an entirely new experience for them. She slowly lowered the log into Eli's gaping mouth, relishing the way he gagged around it.
"Oh, Eli," she purred, "I can tell you really want this, don't you?"
Eli couldn't find the words to respond, his mouth full of Natasha's putrid scat. She watched with amusement as he struggled to swallow it down, grunting and gagging as he did so. When he was finally able to take another breath, she pushed the log further into his throat, making him gag again.
Natasha then turned her attention to Vivi, who also eagerly opened her mouth to receive the disgusting treat. This time, Natasha casually rubbed Vivi's face in the log before pushing it into her mouth. Vivi choked and gagged as the warm scat ran down her throat, but she didn't try to resist.
As Natasha watched her slaves suffer through their humiliation, she felt a strange rush of power course through her veins. It was exhilarating to know that these two people would do anything she asked, no matter how degrading. She pushed them both to their limits, forcing more and more of her excrement into their mouths until they were both retching and gagging uncontrollably.
When she was finally satisfied, Natasha stood up and stretched lazily. She looked down at the pathetic creatures before her and smiled cruelly.
"Remember, slaves," she said, her voice cold and empty. "This is what you are now. My playthings. My toys. You exist only to please me, and to consume my filth."
As an afterthought, she added, "Oh, and don't forget to thank me for letting you live another day as my loyal slaves."
Eli and Vivi both looked up at her with tear-filled eyes, but they knew better than to defy their mistress. With trembling voices, they muttered their gratitude between pants and coughs. Satisfied with their obedience, Natasha turned around and left them there, alone with their shame and their feces-filled bellies.
