Natalia Kapretti's eyes sparkled with delight as she looked down at her newest acquisition. The "Latrine" - as she referred to him - was already proving to be a valuable addition to her household. It had only been a day since she had purchased him, and yet here he was, lucky enough to have a large meal prepared for him.
A smile crept across her lips as she imagined the source of this meal. Her own personal slave girl, who had been complaining about stomach pains all day, had made her way to Natalia's chamber. Her heart raced with anticipation as she watched the girl struggle to maintain her composure, knowing full well what was about to happen.
"Good girl. You've worked hard today," Natalia murmured softly, her voice like sweet poison to the slave's ears. She could feel the girl's body tense up in fear and shame, but also in anticipation of the act that she both loved and loathed.
Without further ado, Natalia stepped forward and placed a hand on the slave girl's chest, pushing her roughly against the bathroom wall. The girl let out a whimper as she felt her mistress's cold fingers brush against her stomach, feeling for the evidence of her distress.
And there it was: a strong, unmistakable scent wafting up from between her legs. Natalia's lips curled into a wicked grin as she realized that her slave girl was dreading what was about to happen, but also unable to resist it. It was the ultimate power trip for Natalia - to break someone down so completely that they would beg for their own degradation.
"You're going to be a good girl and eat your own diarrhea, aren't you?" she purred, her voice dripping with menace. The slave girl whimpered again, her head bowed in submission.
Natalia reached down between the girl's legs, her fingers finding their way into the gapping hole that was her slave's anus. She began to probe gently, feeling for the telltale signs that the girl was ready to release her load. It wasn't long before she found it - a hot, squirming mass of fecal matter beginning to make its way out of her slave's body.
With a wicked grin, Natalia leaned in close and whispered into the girl's ear, "Open your mouth soon, now you will have to swallow a lot of shit faster and faster. The truth is delicious shit from my slave girl."
The slave girl did as she was told, opening her mouth wide as her master prepared to unload the stinking mess into her dirtied maw. Natalia smiled cruelly as she watched the fear and disgust play across the girl's features, knowing full well that she would soon be overcome by the perverse pleasure that only came from devouring her own waste.
And so it began. With each passing moment, Natalia pushed more and more of the warm, slimy mess into the girl's mouth, watching as her lower lip began to bulge grotesquely with the thick lump of shit. The sound of sloshing and gagging filled the room, but neither seemed to bother Natalia in the slightest.
Finally, sated for the time being, Natalia stepped back and admired her handiwork. The slave girl was doubling over in pain, her stomach churning with the weight of the filth she had just consumed. But even as she writhed in discomfort, there was an undeniable trace of shameful excitement on her face - a telling sign that she was already beginning to crave more of her mistress's brutal attentions.
"Well, done," Natalia purred, patting the girl on the head. "I want to shit again, for the second time in a day. You did a good job, I feed you big shit today."
With one final glance of satisfaction, Natalia turned and made her way out of the room, leaving the slave girl to writhe in misery and anticipation. As she walked, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swelling up within her - her Latrine was learning quickly, and she was certain that soon he would be begging for more of her vile filth.
