In the previous part of the Scat-Princess Mini Series, we left off with the dominant mistress tasking her reluctant and restrained slave with an incredibly humiliating and disgusting challenge: finishing seven portions of her feces. The slave, already having a large amount of excrement forced into his mouth and down his throat, found himself trembling with fear and revulsion at the thought of swallowing more. As the mistress ominously circled around him, clearly enjoying the power she held over him, he couldn't deny the anticipation coursing through his body despite his terror.
Now, trapped in the kitchen and unable to resist or escape, the slave watched helplessly as his mistress leaned down next to him. She grabbed a fresh helping of her steaming feces between two chopsticks and held it close to his face. His nostrils were immediately filled with the nauseating stench as she teased him, her crooked smile showing clear amusement at his predicament.
"Open wide," she commanded coldly, her eyes glinting with sadistic glee. The slave did as he was told, his mouth opening reluctantly as he prepared for another round of being forced to consume her excrement. But instead of placing the chopsticks in his mouth as expected, she used them to prod at something around his neck – the string tying his restraints.
The slave gasped as he felt the tension on the ropes suddenly loosen. His eyes widened in realization; she was giving him a chance! But even as this thought crossed his mind, she quickly retorted, "But that would be too easy for you, wouldn't it?" She laughed darkly before roughly pulling the toilet paper roll from the slave's pants and yanking them down around his ankles.
The next moment, he felt the familiar coolness of the porcelain toilet seat against his ass cheeks as she forced him into a seated position on the edge of the kitchen counter, arms still pinned behind him. She positioned herself between his legs, her body hovering over him, her cold breath washing over his exposed cock as she ran a questing tongue along its length.
"Now," she whispered menacingly, "look at what we have here..." She held up her two chopsticks full of her feces once more, this time dripping some onto the tip of his nose. "If you want your cock to be free, you'll take all seven portions, won't you?" Her voice was like ice water in his ears, chilling him to the bone. He couldn't refuse – not if he wanted any chance at all of escaping this horrific ordeal.
So, with a resigned groan, he leaned forward and opened his mouth, his tongue darting out to meet the ropes tying his wrists as he tried to untie them while still keeping his mouth open for her filthy offering. The taste was even worse than before – bitter and repulsive – but there was no alternative now. He must swallow every last morsel if he hoped to escape this fate.
Again and again, he swallowed her feces, feeling the revolting taste spreading throughout his mouth and down his throat. With each swallow, he felt the tension on the ropes loosen slightly more. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity but was likely only a few minutes, he could move his wrists again. He tore at the remaining ropes until they fell away entirely, and he collapsed onto the floor in a heap of relief, disgust, and shame.
The mistress watched him from above, her sadistic smile never leaving her face. "You should've learned your lesson," she hissed venomously. "Never cross the Scat-Princess." With that, she turned and walked away, leaving him stuck with the memory of her disgusting abuse and the lingering taste of her feces in his mouth.
