Divine Kitra and her stunning companion, Miss Medea, lay back on plush sofas in their opulent chambers. The air was thick with anticipation as they awaited the arrival of their slave. When he finally stepped into the room, he trembled with excitement and fear. He knelt before them, hands clasped together in supplication.
"Today," Kitra purred, her voice like velvet, "we have a special treat for you." She glanced over at Medea, who nodded in agreement. "You see," Kitra continued, "I love filling male mouths with my shit. But there is something even more gratifying about doing it with friends."
The slave's eyes widened in anticipation as he realized what was about to happen. Despite his trepidation, a deep sense of joy coursed through his veins. He had longed for this moment since the first time he had seen these divine goddesses.
Slowly, deliberately, Kitra pulled her slender fingers apart to reveal two plump turds. She presented them to the slave, who eagerly knelt before her. With trembling hands, he reached out and took the gifts from her. His eyes shone with reverence as he brought the excrement closer to his mouth.
"Wait," Medea said, her voice regal. She too produced two turds from her perfect, round ass. With a nod of agreement, they handed one each to the slave. He took them gratefully, his heart overflowing with gratitude and desire.
For a moment, neither goddess spoke. They watched as the slave held the two pieces of shit, one in each hand. Then, with slow deliberation, he placed them together between his teeth. His lips closed around the warm, soft mass as he began to chew.
"Mmmm," Kitra moaned appreciatively. "You are such a good slave, aren't you?"
The slave could only nod in agreement, his mouth full of goddess shit. As he chewed, he felt it slide down his throat, filling him up with the powerful essence of their divine bodies. He groaned with pleasure, scraps of shit falling from his lips to the floor.
'This is everything I could ever want,' he thought. 'To be filled with the beauty and power of these amazing goddesses.'
Medea too watched with rapt attention as the slave devoured their offerings. She felt a surge of power course through her veins, knowing that she held the fate of this pathetic creature in her hands.
Together, they watched as the slave finished both pieces of shit, swallowing them down with eager enthusiasm. His eyes were filled with love and gratitude as he looked up at his mistresses, ready for whatever they might demand of him next.
"Oh, you are such a pleasure to watch," Kitra whispered, leaning forward to plant a tender kiss on his forehead. "Someday, my sweet slave, maybe you will even taste your mistress's mouth."
The slave shivered with delight at the thought. He knew that such an honor would be beyond his wildest dreams, but he also knew that he would stop at nothing to please these divine goddesses.
As they continued to watch, Kitra and Medea felt a deep sense of satisfaction coursing through their veins. They had created this pathetic creature, molded him into the perfect servant. And now, they reveled in his undying devotion and extreme obedience.
