Dirty Priest hardcore domination - Feed the slave with shit

Come on old freak, drink my piss and eat my shit! And if you eat badly, Ill shove it into you with a dildo. Just when you thought things couldn't get any worse, he speared you on the end of his cock and fucked you with it, pushing your rotten asshole and gaping mouth wide open to pour in streams of his warm, stinky diarrhea. Your face was caked in shit, your eyes were watering from the disgusting taste in your mouth, but you knew better than to complain. You had been warned about disobeying him - he was the Dirty Priest, after all. His collar was embedded deep within your dirty neck, and you were his to command. His domain was one of filth and degradation, and you were his willing slave.

You mewled pathetically as he pulled his thick, throbbing cock out of your soiled asshole and let it drip onto the tangled mess of blankets below you. You felt the hot, sticky glob of his cum splatter against your thigh, and you couldn't help but whimper. It was a painful, humiliating reminder of your place in this twisted world. He was in control, and you were his plaything. His dirty priest.

He laughed darkly. "You're such a pathetic creature," he growled. "But you know what they say - give a shit what he likes. And you know what else they say? If at first you don't succeed, try try again. So let's give this another round." He smirked cruelly as he reached down between your legs and roughly fingered your clit, making you moan in spite of yourself. "That's it," he said. "Show me how much you love this filthy life."

And so it began again. You found yourself begging for his piss, eagerly lapping it up like a dog begging for scraps. And when he pulled his clothes up over his head and bent you over once more, you felt a quiver of excitement mixed with the fear that always coursed through your veins when he was near. You knew what was coming, and you couldn't wait for it happen. His hot, steaming load hitting your face, filling your mouth, coating your skin in a disgusting layer of his sick, twisted pleasure. It was all part of the ritual now.

Your body shook with each powerful thrust, and you could feel the walls of your insides stretching to accommodate his thick cock. You were so full of him, so dirty and used up, that you couldn't help but feel a perverse sense of accomplishment. This was your purpose in life - to be his dirty little whore, to take his filth and come back begging for more. And somehow, in this fucked-up world, you couldn't imagine wanting anything else.