Part 10: Adison's Lunch and Time in the Slave's Pupil
Adison was overjoyed when she found out she would be spending the whole day with the toilet slave. She had other classes to attend in the morning but couldn't wait to get back to him. As luck would have it, she managed to get an early lunch break so she could make use of the slave's mouth sooner rather than later.
She quickly hurried over to the nurse's office where the toilet slave was being held captive and let herself in. The look on his face was one of desperation and fear, but she paid him no mind. She roughly pushed her ass towards him, feeling the coldness of the tiles against her flesh.
Without a word, she grabbed his head with both hands and forcibly pushed it towards her rear. He looked horrified as his nose made contact with her supple rectum. She gasped in pleasure as she felt him start to breathe in her sweet scent.
"That's it, slave," she said. "You are going to clean my filth from my feet and then swallow every last bit of it." His eyes widened in terror as he realized she wasn't going to let up anytime soon.
Adison lifted her leg off the ground and placed one of her size 7 feet in front of the slave's face. It was squeaky clean and captivating, with smooth skin that glistened in the fluorescent lighting. "Could you get any lower than this?" she taunted him.
The slave couldn't help but stare at her perfect foot as she pulled it closer to his face. He could feel his stomach churning with nausea and fear, but he knew he didn't have any choice in the matter. As gently as possible, he used his tongue to lick away the dirt and grime from her foot, not wanting to upset her any further.
She smiled sadistically as she watched him struggle with what she was making him do. "That's better," she said after a few minutes. "Now, open wide and taste what I've been eating for lunch."
The slave's mouth trembled as he anticipated what was coming next. He couldn't believe he was going to eat shit, but he dared not disobey her. With a loud gulp, he opened his mouth as wide as he could, expecting the worst.
Adison slowly lowered her ass towards his face until her ass cheeks were resting on his forehead. She took a deep breath and let out the most putrid stream of diarrhea imaginable. It smelled horrendous and looked like thick, chunky pea soup. But there was no escaping it—he had to swallow every last drop.
Using every ounce of strength in him, he closed his eyes and opened his mouth wider than he ever had before. He swallowed convulsively as the foul-tasting liquid slid down his throat, feeling like it was burning a hole through his chest. But he didn't stop until he felt her ass lift off of him and heard the sound of fabric rustling.
When he finally dared to open his eyes again, he saw that Adison was putting on her shoes. She smiled at him one last time before turning around and walking out of the room, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the disgusting taste in his mouth.
