Natalia Kapretti stood before me, her eyes gleaming with excitement and a hint of cruelty. Today was my lucky, or perhaps unlucky, day. I was her toilet slave, and it seemed like she had devised a new, disgusting task for me.
"Well, toilet bitch," she began, her voice cold as ice. "Today you have a happy day. Today, you will learn how to fist a slave's dirty ass full of shit." Her eyes traveled down between my legs. "And not only that," she continued, her lips curling into a wicked smile. "But you will also learn how to get the shit out of his ass on your own to feed yourself."
My stomach churned with revulsion at the thought, but I knew better than to refuse her. I nodded my head slowly, my mouth feeling dry and tasting like ash. "I'm ready, Mistress," I whispered, my voice trembling slightly.
"Good," she purred, her fingers running over my chin roughly. She took a step back and gestured to the slave lying naked on the floor, his ass raised in the air, dark stains marring his pale skin.
"Dive your face into his dirty ass," she commanded, her voice taking on a harsher tone. "Lick the shit out of there."
I closed my eyes, trying to block out the sight of my own hands going into that revolting orifice. Trembling with fear and disgust, I obeyed, my tongue making slow, careful strokes against the coarse flesh. I could feel the warmth of his body against my cheek and the unmistakable taste of shit on my tongue.
"Now," Natalia hissed. "Smear his cock in shit and suck."
With trembling hands, I reached between the slave's legs and coated his throbbing cock in the thick, viscous mess. Then, with a groan of disgust, I took him into my mouth, tasting the bitter, salty tang of semen mixed with feces.
Natalia watched me for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then she laughed, a cruel, mocking sound. "With shit, it tastes better," she mused. "Like a shitty lollipop. Enjoy the shit as long as I'm kind."
She left the room then, leaving me alone with the slave and my disgust, but I knew the torment was far from over. This was just the beginning of another horrifying training session designed by Natalia Kapretti, the woman who held my fate in her hands.
