As Lady Scarlet walked into the room, she noticed the slave lying on the cold hard floor. His once muscular body had grown old and weak, his cock now flaccid and impotent. His only purpose in life now was to serve as a human toilet and dustbin for her highness. She walked over to him, her red stiletto heels clicking on the concrete floor.
The slave tried to move but could only manage a slight jerk of his head in her direction. His jaw ached from being used as a human ashtray and spittoon for so long. He felt nothing but humiliation and despair as he lay there, his eyes pleading for mercy.
Lady Scarlet paused for a moment, taking a drag off her cigarette. She watched as the ash fell onto the slave's wrinkled skin, marveling at how pathetic he had become. She leaned down, blowing a stream of smoke into his face as she spoke. "You know your role in society, slave?" she asked mockingly.
The slave could only manage a weak nod, his mouth full of saliva and phlegm. He had lost count of how many times he had tasted her bodily fluids over the years.
"You are nothing," she continued, "but a worthless piece of garbage that I can use whenever I please. And guess what? You're lucky you're even alive, because you serve a purpose. If it weren't for you, you'd be forgotten by this entire society."
Her words were like knives to his already bruised soul. He knew he had no other choice but to continue servicing her, even though it meant degrading himself further with each passing day.
Lady Scarlet finished her cigarette, crushing the butt under her high heel. She noticed a small puddle of saliva forming around the slave's mouth. She leaned down, her hot breath fanning his face as she whispered, "It's time for you to earn your keep."
She ordered the slave to open his mouth wide, and then she spat a wad of phlegm and saliva into it. He struggled to keep from gagging as he felt her wet globs sliding down his throat. She then proceeded to clean her ears and nose with cotton buds, which she also shoved into the slave's mouth.
She stepped back, lighting another cigarette and taking a long drag. The slave tried to catch his breath, the taste of her disgusting fluids still lingering in his mouth. He could feel the warmth of her urine trickling down his throat, and he knew there was more to come.
Lady Scarlet undid her panties, which were visibly soaked with her bodily fluids. She held them up for the slave to see, giving him a taste of his own medicine. The slave tried to turn away, but she slapped him hard across the face.
"Look at them," she commanded. "You know what they are. They're proof of my greatness, and you're lucky enough to get a whiff."
She pushed the slave's head between her legs, forcing him to inhale deeply. He could smell her arousal, the same scent that had once made him hard and eager to please her. Now, it just fuelled the shame and despair coursing through his veins.
Lady Scarlet finished her dirty deed, stepping away from the slave and lighting another cigarette. She watched as he struggled to breathe, feeling a twisted sense of pleasure from his discomfort. She kicked a small turd that had fallen on the floor towards him, giving him one last humiliating task to complete.
With tears in his eyes, the slave scooped up the turd and shoved it into his mouth, forcing himself to swallow. He knew there was no escape from his fate; he was nothing but a slave to Lady Scarlet. As he lay there, motionless and empty, he wondered how much lower he could possibly go.
