A feverish, shameless craving overtook her as she stared down at the pathetic little slave sprawled before her. His beautiful, hungry eyes begged to be fed, and she knew exactly what fueled this insatiable need. It was the same twisted desire that burned deep within her own belly - the raw, unadulterated lust for scat and piss.
Her lips curved into a sick, satisfied smile. "You want it, don't you, slave? You want my filth, you want to taste my shit. Well, come on then...it's time for your fix."
With a cold, cruel grin, she leaned forward and dropped a huge, steaming turd onto his trembling tongue. His eyes rolled back in his head as he struggled not to gag on its putrid taste, but even through his revulsion, he couldn't deny the dark pleasure it brought him.
"That's it, slave," she purred, her voice like silk poisoned by evil. "Suck it up and enjoy every last bit of it. Because when I'm done with this load," she added, her finger tracing the outline of another massive log in her anus, "I'm going to shit straight down your stupid little throat until you're choking on my piss too."
Her dark laugh echoed through the room as she leaned back and allowed her aroma to wash over him once more. He could hardly breathe through the intense stench of her ass-reek, but somehow he found the energy to bob his head in eager anticipation.
As she sank her bare bottom slowly onto his face, she felt the hot breath of his nostrils against her tight sphincter. It sent shivers of ecstasy down her spine to know that he wanted this so badly - that he would willingly submit himself not only to her feces but also to her fully exposed ass and pussy.
"Mmmm," she moaned, her hips grinding against his face. "Do you like the way I smell, slave? Do you love the way my shit fills your mouth?"
His attempts to form words were futile beneath her weight; all he could do was nod and gulp down more of her foul nectar. She smiled in cruel delight, feeling his eager swallows deep in her bowels.
"Maybe you can have more than just my shit," she mused, her fingers toying with the lips of her pussy. "Perhaps you'd like a taste of my dirty, cum-filled pussy too."
Without warning, she slammed her pussy down onto his face, grinding her clitoris against his lips as she ground her ass onto his nose. His eyes rolled back again as he took in another huge gulp of her piss and shit, his tongue mapping out the contours of her rotten cunt flesh.
"Yes, slave," she hissed, her hips pistoning back and forth in a furious rhythm. "Drink it all in - my piss, my shit, my filth. Because that's all you're worth to me, isn't it?"
A chill ran down his spine at her words, but he couldn't deny the truth of them. He was hers - body and soul - and he would do anything she asked, no matter how depraved or humiliating. As she finally pulled free, he wobbled where he knelt, dazed and confused but desperate for more.
"That's a good slave," she purred, reaching over to grab a fat, juicy shit turd from a nearby bucket. "Now open wide and say 'ahhh'."
Obeying without question, he stretched his mouth as wide as it could go, waiting with bated breath for her next command. She grinned wickedly before pushing the steaming log of shit right into his mouth, forcing him to taste every last inch of its foulness.
"Now swallow," she commanded, her hand moving to her ass as she began to rub at her anus again. "Swallow every drop of my shit, slave. Because you're not worthy of anything else."
And so he swallowed, over and over again, until he felt his stomach churning with the putrid mix of her excrement and piss. But even then, he couldn't stop. Because in that dark, twisted place where depravity reigned supreme, it was the only kind of love he knew.
