In Miss Medea's dirty store, there was a new toilet virgin pleading for mercy. His eyes were transfixed on her, his heart beating fast at the thought of being used for scat and piss. He knelt before her, ready to do whatever she wanted.
Miss Medea enjoyed the power she held over him. She let out a sigh, pleased with her latest acquisition. With a flick of her wrist, she motioned for him to get closer. The man crawled towards her, his body trembling with anticipation and fear.
"Worship me," she commanded, her voice cold and detached. He hesitated for a moment before kneeling down in front of her feet and kissing them reverently. Miss Medea watched him with an emotionless gaze, her thoughts drifting to how she could make this man suffer even more.
After a few moments of simulated enjoyment, Miss Medea grew impatient. She looked down at the man, not bothering to hide her disgust. "You're hurting my feet," she growled. Without warning, she kicked him hard in the chest, sending him flying backward. He landed on his back, winded but still conscious.
Miss Medea approached him slowly, her eyes burning with hatred. She stood over him, her face inches from his. "Do you want more?" she asked silkily. "Because I can give you more pain than you've ever experienced."
The man shook his head vigorously, tears streaming down his face. "No, please," he whispered.
Miss Medea laughed coldly. "Too late for that," she said before pushing her foot deep into his throat. His eyes bulged as he struggled to breathe, choking on both his fear and her scent. Miss Medea pulled her foot out and kicked him hard in the face, sending him tumbling backward again.
She watched with satisfaction as he tried to crawl away, his body translucent with pain. The smell of fear emanated from him in waves, causing her to salivate uncontrollably. "No escaping," she snarled, grabbing him by the hair and dragging him back to her feet.
Miss Medea bent down and spit into his face, letting the saliva trickle down his cheeks. Then, with a malicious grin, she turned around and squatted over a toilet bowl. She pulled down her pants, revealing her glistening pussy and asshole to him. "Get ready to earn your keep," she sneered before pushing out a stream of piss that arched across the room, landing right in his open mouth.
He gagged, trying to push the stream back out but only managing to drown in it. Even when he nearly choked, Miss Medea didn't stop. She let the piss flow freely into his mouth, watching with delight as his face turned from terrified to resigned acceptance.
When she was finished, Miss Medea stood up and wiped her hands on her pants, as if washing them off of him. She turned back to the man, who was still struggling to stand up. "Well done, toilet virgin," she said with a sick smile. "Now, it's time to take your first taste of human shit."
She approached him again, her body glistening with sweat and piss. This time, there was no hesitation. She lifted up her skirt, revealing her asshole to him. "I don't want you to miss any of this," she said before bending over and smearing her feces all over his face. "Here's your reward."
He opened his mouth, starting to retch but unable to escape the foul taste. Miss Medea laughed and grabbed him by the hair, pulling him in for a deeper taste of his own humiliation. "Don't worry," she said with a crooked smile. "We all have to start somewhere."
