As the Captain of the Love to Shit Girls, Athena reigned supreme over her ship and her crew. She was known for her immense body, her flawless physique accentuated by her shimmering, black battle armor. Standing at an intimidating 6'2", she towered over even the tallest of her crew members. It was no surprise that they obeyed her every command without question. Today, however, she sought something more from them - something deeper than their blind allegiance.
She made her way through the ship's narrow corridors until she arrived at the dungeon where her favorite slave was being held. He was a pathetic figure, curled up in the corner of his cell, trembling like a leaf. His once-proud body had been reduced to skin and bones by weeks of hard labor and constant torment. He cowered before her, his eyes filled with fear and desperation.
"Look at me, slave," she commanded, her voice echoing through the dungeon. He trembled even more, trying to avoid her gaze. She stepped closer, looming over him, until he could no longer avoid looking up at her. Their eyes met for a moment before he diverted his gaze once more.
"I want you to beg for more of my shit," she said slowly, softly. "Beg like you've never begged before."
She saw the confusion in his eyes. Beg for more? This was a new order. But he was well aware of the consequences of disobeying her. He began to shake uncontrollably as he tried to form the words.
"Please, Mistress Athena," he stammered out. "Please, may I have another dose of your immense, incredible shit? I can't help but crave it. I will do anything to please you, just give me another taste of your divine excrement."
Athena's eyes flashed with amusement at his desperate pleas. She approached him slowly, deliberately, her stride purposeful and powerful. She lowered herself to his level, towering over him the same way he did before. And then, she leaned down and whispered in his ear.
"Beg for it, slave," she said softly, her breath hot against his skin. "Admit how much you want my shit. Tell me how much you've missed it."
His face turned beet red as he struggled to form the words again. But this time, they came out much stronger and more desperate.
"I beg you, Mistress Athena," he pleaded. "I miss your shit more than anything. It's all I think about. Please, I need another dose. I will do anything to earn it."
She smiled down at him, her lips curling into a wicked smile. He had no idea what she was planning, but he knew it wouldn't be pleasant. Still, he'd gladly take whatever she gave him if it meant another taste of her divine excrement.
As she stood up straight again, she gazed down at him one last time before turning and leaving the dungeon, leaving him alone with his thoughts - and his desires.
