The nervous lady stood in front of me, her eyes fixed on the ground as she slowly inched towards my personal quarters. She was in her mid-forties and still wore the same shameful expression from years ago, when we were all innocent children. Yet, here she was now, practically selling her soul to me. Her once vibrant and youthful face had now been replaced by one of servitude and fear. As she reached my doorstep, she finally mustered the courage to meet my gaze and then hesitated for a moment before taking a deep breath.
Grabbing the hem of her panties, she pulled them down, revealing soft, loose saggy folds of skin covering her aging womanhood. A faint odor of stale urine wafted through the air, emanating from the panties that had been clinging to her body for far too long. It wasn't surprising; considering our scat-filled society, this was simply another day at the office for me. However, there was something about this particular lady that made me curious. Could it be that time had taken its toll on her, or was there something more sinister at play?
Her asshole - round and pulsating, full with undigested food and undoubtedly holding onto a mountain of feces within its depths. I couldn't shake the feeling that this would be an especially satisfying session. I patiently waited for her to release the treasure trove of waste hidden within her bowels, eager to taste the sweet nectar of her bunged-up anus.
Suddenly, like a volcano erupting after years of dormancy, her ass exploded with an intense force. Out poured a grotesque glob of fetid shit, splattering against my face in a warm, viscous mess. It stank of spoiled meat, rotten eggs, and a hint of vinegar - the telltale sign of a bowel full of shame. As the convulsions subsided and the turd hit the floor with a wet splat, I began to enjoy myself. Taking large pieces between my fingers, I held them up to the light, admiring their sheer enormity before slowly bringing them towards my mouth.
The taste of my new slave's anal filth was indeed delectable; it coated my tongue like molten lava, leaving a rich, earthy flavor behind. I groaned in pleasure as I swallowed another mouthful. This woman's ass held promise, and I was eager to sample more of its treasures. Her bunged-up asshole had effectively been turned into a toilet for my pleasure.
"Please, master," she begged me pathetically, her voice barely audible over the squishy noises of her fecal matter on the floor. "Can I finally be free?"
But alas, she was unaware that freedom was not part of our twisted society's equation. No, she was here to serve - as a living toilet for my enjoyment. As she continued to let loose an endless stream of waste from her asshole, I couldn't help but feel a stab of sadism creeping into my heart. It was wrong, certainly, but knowing that this once proud woman now found herself in such a disgusting position - so stripped of dignity - filled me with a sense of power I could never replicate elsewhere.
The scent of shit and fear hung heavy in the air as I continued to consume her every offering, savoring each morsel like it was the last meal I'd ever eat. Her asshole slowly began to shrink, signaling that her ordeal was almost over. But even then, the thought of what would become of her once she was 'cleansed' sent shivers down my spine. It was a sobering thought, but one that also served to remind me of my own place in this world.
