Adison, a busty brunette with an enchanting smile, adjusted her red lace lingerie and hovered over the pathetic slave on the filthy floor. She'd captured him yesterday, a common sight in these parts. Tearing off his clothes and dragging him into her dungeon, she'd proceeded to transform him into her personal toilet.
Now, as she straddled him and lowered her pale, rounded ass onto his face, she couldn't help but laugh at the way he struggled against his bonds. His face reddened from embarrassment under her crushing weight. The slave was expected to attend to her daily needs, regardless of his own comfort or desires.
"Mmmm..." Adison moaned, feeling herself slide down onto his tongue. The warm, slimy sensation didn't bother her as she grinded against his face. "You're so good at this, my sweet toilet. Let's see if you can handle more."
Slowly, she leaned forward and released a torrent of diarrhea onto his face and into his open mouth. He gagged and choked, trying to block out the disgusting taste, but she simply grinned and increased the pace, their fluid rhythm unbroken.
"I can't... I can't take any more," he protested weakly, his voice muffled by her ass. "Please, princess, I need a break."
But she ignored him, increasing her speed until he was forced to swallow or choke on his own vomit. Moaning in pleasure, she felt her insides emptying out onto his face, the warmth spreading over her body.
When she finally pulled away, she leaned down and whispered in his ear. "You're such a good boy, aren't you? Always doing as you're told. Now, why don't you go and clean up this mess before I change my mind?"
As he groaned and struggled to his feet, Adison couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness for him. She'd promised him a life of luxury and service, but it would never truly be enough for him. He was merely a pawn in her twisted game, a toy for her amusement.
But then again, that was just the way things worked in this kingdom. The strong ruled over the weak, and those who rebelled were dealt with quickly and without mercy. And if that meant turning her subjects into living toilets, then so be it.
Adison smiled to herself as she watched him clean up the mess she'd left behind, and wondered what new diabolical task she'd set for him next...
