In a dark, damp cell, a filthy, starved slave lay chained in a cage. It was nearing the end of his shift, and his stomach grumbled with hunger. He could hardly remember the last time he had eaten something substantial. He watched helplessly as his sadistic masters strolled into the room, their heavy boots echoing on the cold stone floor.
The slave begged his masters for mercy and pleaded for food. To his astonishment, one of them threw him a piece of meat, but it landed just out of his reach. Desperate, he tried to stretch his emaciated arm, only to fall back in despair as he missed the food once again. A cruel laugh rang out, followed by the thud of a pointy heel crushing the meat underfoot.
The slaves yelped in fear as they heard their masters discussing amongst themselves, debating whether or not to give him any sustenance. Finally, they decided to use him for their own sick amusement. Spitting on the ground, they dragged the starving man out of his cage and down a long corridor.
They arrived at a large room with a raised platform in its center. The slave was placed underneath a toilet seat, his pathetic gaze fixed on the spot where his soon-to-be meal would be delivered from. With trembling hands, he watched as one of his masters squeezed her asshole, releasing a sweet, thick brown fluid onto his forehead and chin. It was chocolate sauce, mixed with chunks of half-melted chocolate. The slave tried to scoop up the warm, fragrant sauce, desperate for any nourishment he could get.
But his meal was short-lived. The other masters, who had been observing his plight with amused detachment, began shoving handfuls of the remaining shit-sauce into the starving man's mouth. Their cruel fingers plunged and twisted, forcing him to swallow every last morsel. Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, he was pulled back to his feet, face streaming with repulsive goo, and dragged back to his cage.
With a sense of abject despair, the slave realized that there would be no escape from his brutal existence. He lay in his filthy cell, staring up at the ceiling and trying to ignore the hunger gnawing at his insides. Suddenly, there was a commotion outside his door. A female voice rang out, demanding that the slave be brought forth.
With a sense of dread, he was once again yanked from his cage and brought before the commanding figure of one of his masters. She stood over him, her enormous pussy dripping onto the floor. With a wicked grin, she lifted her heavy tray of golden urine, raised her arm, and began peeing onto the pathetic slave's face.
"Drink," she hissed, her breath hot against his ear.
With his mouth open and his eyes wide, the slave took in every last drop of the clear, steaming piss. It was like drinking pure liquid gold. Strangely enough, it gave him a sense of calm, of contentment. For a moment, he forgot about his hunger.
But the moment was short-lived. Another day had ended, and the slave was once again alone in his cage, staring up at the uncaring stars and waiting for the next round of torture to begin.
