In a secluded part of the forest, Nicole, a stunningly beautiful and passionate Scat-Princess, ordered her loyal slave, Daniel, to kneel before her. She wore a barely-there black leather thong that outlined her impossibly round ass with perfection. Her long legs were adorned in tight, shimmering latex leggings that hugged them possessively. Her chest heaved with anticipation as she gazed down at Daniel, knowing what was about to unfold.
She smiled wickedly and commanded him, "Bring me to the spot where I buried you last time, slave." Daniel trembled beneath her gaze but did as he was told, leading her through the dense forest until they reached a small clearing. In the center of it stood a large, rectangular dirt mound that concealed a dark cavity beneath it.
"Open it up, slave," Nicole instructed, her voice dripping with authority as she stepped aside to allow him access. Daniel hesitantly knelt beside the mound and began scratching away at the dirt with shaking hands. Soon enough, he uncovered the top of the cavity and pried it open with trembling hands, revealing the small entrance beneath it.
"Go on, slave, crawl inside."
With a heavy heart and a knot of fear in his stomach, Daniel obediently crawled into the small space, feeling the soft dirt enveloping him as he got deeper inside. It was pitch black and stale-smelling, but he knew this was his mistress's will. Once he was entirely inside, Nicole placed the specially-designed "mouth-opener" device over his face, locking it into place with a cold, metallic click.
"You know what to do," she purred, her voice echoing in the enclosed space as she slowly began to take off her latex pants, revealing her perfect ass. Slowly, teasingly, she lowered herself onto Daniel's face, grinding her hips against his nose and mouth.
"MMM, that's it, slave," she moaned as he felt the soft heat of her ass pressing against his lips. "Start licking."
And so he did. As she began to takedump after dump into the makeshift toilet bowl that was his face, filling it up with her warm, soft feces, Daniel's mouth watered uncontrollably. He sucked eagerly at the scent of her ass, savoring the taste of her essence. The more he worked, the more eager she became, eventually reaching a crescendo of moans and gasps as she emptied herself completely onto his willing face.
When she finally pulled away with a contented sigh, the room was silent save for their combined breathing. Nicole chuckled softly, admiring the mess she'd made of her slave before pushing him back into the cavity and burying him up to his neck. "Don't move, slave," she said, her voice muffled by the dirt as she patted it down around him. "I'll be back for you in due time."
And with that, she left him there, alone to stew in his own waste and anticipation. Hours passed before he felt the soft dirt beneath him shift again, signaling her return. She demanded more filth as she lowered herself onto him once more, this time covering him completely in the warm, sticky mass of her shit until he was nothing but a cumulating pile of filth beneath her.
Finally, satisfied with her game, Nicole pulled him out of the cavity and ordered Daniel to clean up. Using only his tongue and the scant supplies she'd provided him with, Daniel cleared away the dirt and waste from his mouth, face, and body, scrubbing until he was spotless once more. And then he waited for her next command, his heartbeat thundering in his ears as he anticipated what would come next.
