Under the scorching sun of a southern summer day, Madam Tulpan strolled leisurely through her vast plantation. She owned hundreds of acres of lush land dotted with towering trees and rolling hills. Her wealth came from harvesting sugarcane, but she found a darker pleasure in exercising her dominance over those who worked the fields under her command.
Madam Tulpan was renowned in these parts for her brutal treatment of slaves. She didn't just see them as workers, but as toys to be played with and humiliated at her whim. Today, she had decided to indulge in one of her favorite pastimes: bare food domination.
Her first target was an older male slave who'd had the nerve to shirk his duties earlier that morning. He trembled before her, knowing what was coming. With a sneer, Madam Tulpan walked over to him and shoved a large plate of raw meat into his chest.
"Eat," she commanded, her voice dripping with contempt. The slave hesitated for only a moment before cramming the food into his mouth like a starving animal. As he chewed, Madam Tulpan circled him, enjoying the sight of his bare chest covered in sweat and grime.
Next up was a young female slave who had caught her eye earlier. This one was newer to the plantation and therefore less resistant to her commands. Madam Tulpan approached her with a terrifying grin spread across her face, holding out a bowl of what appeared to be soup.
"Drink," she commanded, and the slave obediently bent down to take a sip. The moment the warm liquid touched her lips, she recoiled in horror as she realized it was urine. The disgusting taste of piss filled her mouth, and she tried her best not to gag as she forced herself to swallow every last drop.
Finally, Madam Tulpan turned her attention back to the male slave. She stomped over to him, her high heels digging into the dirt as she approached. She grabbed his head roughly, opening his mouth wide before cramming her filthy fingers into his mouth. He tried to choke on the foul stench of her feces, but he couldn't escape it. Then she pulled out her fingers, revealing a shiny peanut hanging from them.
"Eat this," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. With shaking hands, the slave took the peanut between his fingers and brought it to his lips. He hesitated for only a second before forcing it into his mouth and swallowing, hoping he could wash the taste of feces away with it.
By now, Madam Tulpan was in high spirits. She strutted around the field, her high heels leaving behind a trail of dirt and the scent of fresh shit. She stopped beside the young female slave and grabbed her chin roughly, forcing her to look up at her.
"I see you've enjoyed your urine drink," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now it's time for the main course."
With that, she turned around, bent over, and pulled apart her buttocks. A thick stream of diarrhea shot out, landing with a splat on the ground between them. The sickly sweet smell of feces filled the air as the female slave recoiled in horror.
"Drink it," Madam Tulpan commanded, and the slave trembled. She knew what was coming and yet she couldn't resist. Her mouth opened wide, and Madam Tulpan shoved her face into the pile of shit. The slave gagged and choked as she tried to breathe through her nose while filtering out the vile stench. But Madam Tulpan was demanding obedience, and so she complied.
After a few moments, Madam Tulpan pulled the slave's face away, revealing a thick layer of feces covering her lips and chin. She smeared it around with her fingers before taking her heel and pushing it into the slave's mouth. The slave gagged on the putrid taste and feeling of shit in her mouth as she tried her best not to choke.
As Madam Tulpan watched the female slave struggling under her heel, she felt a rush of power course through her veins. This was one of the many pleasures she derived from wielding control over those beneath her. And knowing that she could break them down so completely only served to make her heart race faster.
"Enough for today," she finally declared, pulling her heel out of the slave's mouth. She stood up, the sun glinting off her pink satin blouse and the lacy bottoms of her dark green leggings. Before walking away, she turned back one last time.
"Remember," she called out, her voice carrying across the field, "I own you."
