Part 4: Christine
Christine, the tallest and most voluptuous Girl of the group, took her seat on the new toilet chair. Her ample ass cradled comfortably against the grooves designed to hold her weight securely. She couldn't help but feel a small thrill as she surveyed the scene before her - the eager and terrified expression on the slave's face, the anticipation in the air as each Girl took their turn on this unique piece of furniture.
With a smirk, Christine gripped the thick handlebar in front of her and leaned forward, presenting herself to the slave. As he tentatively reached out to support her weight, another wave of excitement washed over her. His trembling hands were all over her, as if he couldn't decide where to touch first.
Slowly, Christine let out a low moan, signaling for the slave to begin. He hesitated for a moment, looking up at her in confusion, unsure of what she wanted him to do. But when he saw the invitation in her eyes, he knew he had no choice.
With shaking hands, he undid the button and zipper on her jeans. As he reached inside, Christine closed her eyes, savoring the moment. She felt the cold metal of his hands against her warm skin, sending shivers down her spine. And then, finally, she felt the cool air as he pulled down her pants and underwear, exposing her plump, round ass to him.
The slave's trembling fingers traced the lines of her asshole, circling it gently before pressing against the tight entrance. Christine let out a long, low moan, encouraging him to explore. He pressed his middle finger deep inside her ass, eliciting another moan from her throat.
As he began to finger her ass in a slow, steady rhythm, Christine leaned back against the chair, giving him better access. She couldn't believe how good this felt - the combination of his fingers inside her and the power she held over him was exhilarating.
"Oh yeah, that's it," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just keep going like that."
The slave obeyed, his fingers thrusting harder and faster inside her ass with each passing moment. And then, without warning, he pulled his hand away. Christine opened her eyes, confused and slightly disappointed. But then she saw what he was holding: a soft, round turd, freshly squeezed from her ass.
His trembling hand held the turd out to her, and for a moment, she stared at it in disbelief. But then, overcome with a rush of lust and dominance, she scooped it up and brought it to her mouth. With a smile of satisfaction, she leaned forward and shoved the turd into the slave's trembling mouth, feeling it slide down his throat as he gagged and coughed around it.
As she watched him swallow every last bit of her shit, Christine let out a contented sigh. This was bliss - the feeling of power and the satisfaction of seeing someone obey her every command. And as the slave sat there, looking up at her with a mixture of awe and fear, she realized that this was only the beginning.
