Nikki and Mel had a wonderful meal together, discussing their plans for the upcoming weekend. They shared laughter over shared memories and enjoyed each other's company. As they finished eating, Mel suggested they head back to their home base to check on their slave.
"I can't help but wonder how he's holding up," said Mel, her expression a mix of concern and amusement.
"Oh, he'll be fine," Nikki replied nonchalantly, "He knows the drill by now."
They walked back to their dungeon, their heels clicking on the hard floor. The smell of their meal still lingered in the air as they approached the slave who was patiently waiting for them, his eyes locked on Nikki's every move.
"Well well well," Nikki said, eyeing him up and down, "How's my little shitter doing?"
The slave remained silent, his expression fixed in fear. He knew what was coming next and couldn't help but anticipate it with dread.
"Mel, why don't you go wait in the other room?" Nikki suggested, gesturing towards the adjoining chamber.
"Are you sure, Nikki?" Mel asked, her brow furrowed in confusion. She'd never seen Nikki behave like this before; usually she was the one in control when it came to their slave's treatment.
"Yes, I'm sure," Nikki reassured her, giving her a reassuring squeeze on the arm. "I need to do this alone, okay?"
Mel nodded hesitantly, still feeling uncertain about the situation. She watched as Nikki approached the terrified man and ordered him to his knees. Without hesitation, the slave obeyed, his eyes never leaving Nikki's face.
With a sadistic grin, Nikki commanded the slave to open his mouth wide. He did as he was told, revealing his pink tongue and rotting teeth. Nikki laughed darkly, grabbing a handful of his hair and forcing his face closer to her crotch.
"Smell this," she growled, wafting the foul odor of her feces directly towards his nose. "This is what you've been waiting for, isn't it?"
The slave couldn't answer; he could barely breathe as the suffocating stench filled his nostrils. He felt Nikki's fingernails digging into his scalp as she pushed her body weight against his face, grinding herself against his open mouth.
Finally, with a sickening squelch, Nikki relieved herself into the slave's mouth. He gagged violently, trying to breathe through the overwhelming taste and smell of her shit. But he couldn't escape it; she held him there, her grip tightening around his hair.
With a final push, Nikki pulled away, leaving the slave to writhe in disgust and humiliation. He coughed and spluttered, trying desperately to cleanse his mouth of the foul taste that lingered on his tongue.
Nikki watched him with a cold, detached gaze. She was satisfied with what she'd done; it was a reminder to their slave that they held all the power over him. With one last look at the wretched man, she turned and left the room, leaving Mel to wonder what had just happened.
The slave remained where he was, eyes closed and trying to block out the images and smells that played through his horrified mind. He knew there would be no escape from their twisted game; they would come back to him when they were ready, and he would be forced to endure it all over again.
