Late at night, in a massive corporate Japanese skyscraper, Mana, a busty secretary, was tired and ready to go home. She'd had a long day at work, and all she wanted to do was take a hot shower and crawl into bed. As she walked down the empty hallways to retrieve her things from her desk, she could hear someone behind her. Turning around, she saw her superior, who gave her an eerie smile and grabbed her by the arm, violently leading her into an empty room.
"Mana-chan," the woman whispered menacingly, tipping her hand, revealing handcuffs and a long, plastic tubular funnel. Mana's heart began to race as she recognized the instruments of humiliation and degradation.
"W-What are you doing?" she stammered, trying to pull away from the woman's grip. But it was no use; the woman was much stronger than she was.
"You've been a very naughty secretary, Mana-chan," the woman replied, her voice cold yet thrilled. "And now it's time for you to learn your lesson."
Before Mana could react, the woman had handcuffed her to a steel pole, gagging her mouth with a thick, white cloth. She felt vulnerable and terrified, her body trembling with fear and anticipation of what was to come next.
As the woman approached her, Mana couldn't help but notice the cold glint in her eye, a mix of pure pleasure and pure malice. And then she felt the cold end of the tubular funnel pressed against her lips. "S-stop!" she pleaded through her gag, squirming against the cold plastic invading her mouth. "Please, you don't have to do this."
But the woman didn't listen. Instead, she forced the tube deeper into Mana's mouth, pushing it past her tongue until the secretary felt like she was choking. And then, to her horror, she felt warm liquid seeping through the plastic tubing and down her throat.
It was her boss's saliva, and as she swallowed it hesitantly, a humiliating moan escaped from beneath her gag. The woman watched with a wicked smile as she slowly regained control, before grabbing a canister filled with a Creamy Brown sauce and positioning herself over Mana.
"Open wide, my little shit eater," she commanded, and Mana did as she was told, opening her mouth as wide as she could. With a grin, the woman tipped the canister over, and a thick, putrid liquid flowed down the tube and into Mana's mouth.
It tasted worse than she could have imagined — like shit and decay mixed into one nauseating flavor. She tried her best to chug the repulsive liquid down, but it was too much. Half of it spilled out of her mouth, dribbling down her chin and onto the floor. Her cheeks hollowed as she struggled to swallow the rest, tears streaming down her face.
As she lay there, sobbing and gagging, the woman knelt down beside her and picked up the tubing, lapping up the remnants of her feces-filled breeze block pudding coating off her lips. A look of pure bliss crossed her face, and she let out a satisfied sigh.
"Look at you, Mana-chan," she purred, smoothing the disgusting brown gunk onto their bodies. "You're my scat slut for life."
And that was when it hit Mana; she realized she was lost in this twisted world of filth and degradation. There was no going back now.
