Lady Scarlet - LADY SCARLET - USELESS AS A SHIT (mobile)

Lady Scarlet looked down at her pathetic slave, chained to the X-cross in front of her. He whimpered and wriggled as though he were in excruciating pain, but she knew it was all an act. "How pathetic," she murmured, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You call yourself a masochist, but you can't even handle a little pain?" She raised her whip and brought it down on his back, leaving a red mark in its wake. The slave cried out, calling her names and begging her to stop, but she ignored him, letting the cruel lashes fall where they would. After a while, she relented, her boredom with the game overcoming her amusement. The slave slumped against the cross, panting and trembling. "What a crybaby," she scoffed, turning her back on him. "You're worth less than shit. It's a good thing I have other uses for you." Her heels clicked on the marble floor as she approached the ornate golden throne that stood in the center of her chamber. Smirking, she settled herself on the throne and gestured for the slave to approach. With a groan, he struggled to his feet and limped over to her, his gaze fixed on the toilet she had placed nearby. "Oh, no," he moaned, instinctively understanding her intent. "Please, mistress, I beg you—" But she silenced him with a quick slap, her eyes flashing with anger at his insubordination. "You're useless as a shit," she hissed, spitting out the words. "And that's exactly what you're going to be from now on." She waved her hand in a dismissive gesture, and suddenly he was kneeling between her spread legs, her scent filling his nostrils. Without further ado, she pointed to the toilet. "Go ahead," she commanded, her voice low and menacing. "Eat it all. Every last bit of shit. You're worthless, remember? And that's exactly what you'll become." The slave's eyes widened in horror, but he knew better than to defy her. Slowly, trembling, he leaned forward and opened his mouth. Lady Scarlet grinned, watching eagerly as he lowered his face closer and closer to the toilet bowl, until finally he hesitantly touched his tongue to the cool surface. He hesitated for a moment, then gagged as the putrid taste flooded his mouth. But she was relentless. "Eat it," she ordered, her voice hardening. "Taste the shit that you are." With a groan, the slave closed his eyes and began to chew, pushing the slimy mass farther into his mouth. Lady Scarlet watched with a mixture of disgust and satisfaction as he swallowed, lapping up every drop of her waste. And when he was finally finished, she nodded, satisfied. "Good boy," she purred, running her fingers through his hair. "Now get up and greet your new mistress." The slave stood, trembling, and bowed his head in submission. "My Lady Scarlet," he murmured, his voice shaking with fear. He raised his eyes to meet hers, and for a moment they locked gazes. In that instant, he saw the truth: he was nothing but her plaything, to be used and abused at her whim. And he knew that there would be no escape. Lady Scarlet smiled, her eyes glinting with cruel amusement. "That's right," she whispered, her breath hot against his cheek. "You're useless as a shit."