Kitty Skatt gazed at her captive with a mix of satisfaction and anticipation. He had been perfectly positioned in the chair for days now, completely immobilized by a complex system of ropes and duct tape. She had fed him only her urine and feces, and he had grown weaker with each passing hour. His eyes were sunken, his skin pale and clammy, and he trembled with fear as he stared up at her.
She smiled cruelly, enjoying the sight of his hopelessness. Today, she decided, would be the day she gave him "the treatment." This was what she called her most extreme form of bound feed - forcing her entire fecal load down her victim's throat over the course of several hours. It was a process that left them both exhausted and satisfied, but only one of them truly enjoyed it.
Without saying a word, Kitty Skatt knelt between his spread legs and gripped his cock firmly in her hand. He groaned, unaware that she wasn't going to use it for pleasure today. Instead, she squeezed his head tightly and violently thrust his penis into her rectum. He let out a high-pitched scream as she began to take him in, stretching his throat and anus to their limits.
"There's my tight little asshole," she purred, feeling his intrusion deep inside her. "Just imagine how full you'll feel when I shove my load down your throat."
She pulled her hand free and glared down at him, daring him to protest as she grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked his head back. With a gagged cry, he felt the first wet, warm mass enter his mouth. He tried to push it back out, but it was already too late. She began pushing more of her filth into his mouth, making him choke and gag as she packed his throat full.
The process was painful and humiliating, but Kitty Skatt knew it was necessary. She needed to break him completely, reduce him to nothing more than a vessel for her depravity. And as she felt his resistance weakening, she knew that she was succeeding.
"Just take it, you worthless piece of shit," she hissed, shoving another fistful of her shit down his throat. "You'll take everything I give you, understand?"
His only response was a muffled groan as his stomach began to rumble and growl with the effort of containing her massive load. Kitty Skatt laughed Cruelly, taking pleasure in his suffering. This was what made her feel truly alive - the power to control another person's body and mind, to reduce them to nothing more than a plaything for her twisted desires.
As the hours passed, Kitty Skatt continued her brutal onslaught, relentlessly stuffing her victim full of her filth until there was no more room inside him. Finally, she stood up, panting heavily from the exertion. Her captive was a bloated, sweating mess, barely able to breathe through his own fullness.
"There," she said, eyes glowing with satisfaction. "You're mine now. Always remember who it was that treated you so poorly."
With that, she yanked the duct tape off his head and shoulders, freeing him from his bonds. He collapsed onto the floor, retching and heaving as he tried to expel the massive load from his body. But Kitty Skatt knew that he wouldn't be able to do it all at once. No, she planned on keeping him around for a long time to come, to continue his training and punishments as she saw fit. And she couldn't wait to see what new torments she could invent for this pathetic and helpless creature.
