ScatqueensBerlin - The Shit Face P3
Hanna looked down at the large, steaming pile of shit she had just deposited onto the tray. She couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as she watched her toilet slave's eyes widen in anticipation. With a smirk, she picked up the next piece of bread and placed it delicately on top of the freshly deposited turd.
The slave's breathing was ragged as he watched Hanna approach him. He couldn't take his eyes off the smear of feces that now coated the bread. He knew what was coming next, and his stomach churned in protest.
"Open wide," Hanna commanded, her voice low and menacing. The slave hesitated for just a moment before complying, his mouth opening hesitantly around the soiled bread.
Hanna could see the revulsion on his face as he forced himself to take a bite. She couldn't help but chuckle darkly, watching as he struggled to swallow the disgusting morsel. As he did so, she reached for another piece of bread, this time coating it liberally with her shit before placing it before him.
"I can see you're having a bit of trouble there," she purred, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Maybe you need a little help getting that down." She grabbed him by the chin and forced his head back, pushing the second piece of shit-coated bread into his open mouth.
The taste was even more foul than he had anticipated, and he could feel the bile rising in his throat. With a groan of disgust, he tried to push away from her, but Hanna only tightened her grip, leaning in close so their faces were almost touching. Her breath was hot against his skin, and he couldn't help but feel aroused in spite of himself.
"That's it," she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. "You liked that, didn't you? Just remember who's in control here."
With that, she stepped back, releasing his chin but keeping a close watch on him. He could feel her eyes boring into him as he struggled to consume the second piece of shit-smothered bread. It took every ounce of willpower he had not to vomit all over her feet, but eventually he managed to force it down.
Hanna nodded in approval. "Good boy," she murmured, reaching down to caress his cheek gently with the tips of her fingers. "Now, why don't you go fetch yourself some nice, cold water to wash that down?"
The slave nodded dumbly, turning and shuffling towards the sink. He could feel Hanna's eyes on his back as he filled a glass with water, and he knew that she would be watching him as he drank. The thought both terrified and aroused him in equal measure, and he couldn't help but wonder what other depraved delights she had in store for him.
