Natalia Kapretti - Chew shit, eat, now Ill feed you my shit more often

Natalia Kapretti sat on her throne with her back straight and legs crossed. She wore a sleek gold dress that hugged her body tightly, accentuating every curve. Her long brown hair was piled messily on top of her head, revealing a pair of innocent green eyes that stared ahead blankly.

Her toilet slave, clad only in a collar and a cage around his neck, knelt before her underwear-clad ass. He looked up at her with adoration and anticipation, his chin trembling slightly. A disgusting mixture of vomit and saliva coated his lips, testament to the many times he had submissively cleaned Natalia's filth from her beautiful mouth. A small contraption was attached to his chest, which vibrated erratically in time with his eager breaths.

"Mmm," Natalia purred. "My little toilet slave is eager to please me today. Do you want more of my delicious shit?" She teased, grinning wickedly.

The slave couldn't speak. He simply dipped his head down towards her ass in silent agreement. Natalia smiled cruelly and leaned back slightly, splaying her legs open. With a loud sigh of satisfaction, she released a large, steaming turd into his waiting mouth. The slave's eyes rolled back in his head, and he began to moan as the warm, putrid glob coated his taste buds.

Natalia watched with detached satisfaction as her toilet slave gagged and spat out every last bite of the the fresh shit that she had just produced. After a few minutes, he lapped up the remaining juices from his palms and started to clean her ass with his tongue. He licked and sucked on her asshole, relishing the taste of his own vomit mixed with her feces.

Satisfied with his efforts, she removed the turd from his mouth and inspected it carefully. "Not bad, not bad at all," she purred, running her fingers along the log's length. She then looked down at him once more. "But it seems that my schmuck isn't quite as eager as you are. Chew shit, eat, and now I'll feed you my shit more often." She instructed primly, before smacking her ass and releasing another enormous turd into his waiting mouth.

The slave's tongue dissolved into a frenzy as he began to pleasure his Mistress once again. He didn't need to be told twice - he loved every second of being her disgusting little toilet slave. In the haze of pleasure and filth, it never occurred to him that there might be an escape from this twisted life of shitting and being shat on.

As Natalia watched her slave feast on her shit, she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She was in complete control, and everything she did was revolting yet arousing at the same time. She smiled to herself, knowing that this was just the beginning of their odious relationship. There would be many more rounds of shitting and eating, and she couldn't wait to see how far her little slut was willing to go to please her.

"I'm so glad you're enjoying my shit," she purred softly, running a hand through her messy hair. "Now let's see how much more you can take." She leaned forward slightly, gripping the edge of the porcelain throne. "Open up wide," she commanded, raising her other leg and releasing a fresh log of diarrhea straight down into the slave's gaping mouth. The slave choked and gagged on the overwhelming taste of her feces, but he didn't protest; he knew that this was his only purpose in life – to serve his Mistress, Natalia Kapretti, no matter how disgusting or degrading the task may be.

The room was silent except for the sounds of retching and slurping. Natalia watched with detached interest as her toilet slave struggled to swallow all of her shit. She couldn't help but feel a touch of pride in her creation – he was the perfect vessel for her filth, and she intended to keep him that way.

Finally, the slave managed to swallow all of the shit in his mouth. He looked up at her, tears streaming down his face from the excruciating pain in his stomach. Natalia smiled cruelly and stroked his hair gently. "That's my good little slut," she cooed, reaching down to grab another fistful of his hair. "Now let's see how you like some real hardcore shitting on." And with that, she lowered her ass once more and released a torrent of liquid shit straight into his gaping mouth.

The slave struggled to keep up, his body beginning to convulse from the overwhelming sensation of fullness and nausea. But he couldn't stop – he was addicted to the filth, both in giving and receiving pleasure from it. There was no escape for him now. He was trapped in this twisted world of shit and perversion, doomed to spend the rest of his life as Natalia Kapretti's faithful toilet slave.

As the day wore on, Natalia continued to use her slave as a sewer for her excrement. She changed positions frequently, always finding new and inventive ways to force-feed him her putrid waste. Her voice became hoarse from the constant screams of excitement she couldn't contain when she felt him vomit up bile or urinate blood from the strain on his system.

Finally, after hours upon hours of unending filth and degradation, Natalia decided to give her slave a small break. She pulled him off of her naked ass and stood up slowly, stretching her long legs and arching her back. "You've been such a good little toilet slave today," she purred, running a gentle hand through his matted hair. "I can tell you're getting really good at this."

The slave looked up at her, tears streaming down his face from the sheer exhaustion and pain. He wanted nothing more than to curl up in a ball and die, but the thought of disappointing his Mistress kept him going. "T-thank you, Mistress," he stammered, his voice barely audible above the sound of his own sobs. "I-I'll do better next time."

Natalia grinned wickedly, her eyes gleaming with perverse pleasure. "I know you will," she said softly, leaning down to kiss him gently on the forehead. "Now go and clean yourself up. Tomorrow, we start all over again." She chuckled darkly as she left the room, leaving behind a trail of filth and human degradation.

The slave collapsed onto the cold floor, his body shaking with exhaustion and pain. But even as he lay there, sobbing and gasping for breath, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in what he had just accomplished – he had survived another day as Natalia Kapretti's loyal toilet slave. And despite the constant torment and humiliation, he knew that he would be back tomorrow, ready to take whatever she could dish out.

The lights in the room flickered once, and then went out completely, leaving him in darkness. In the silence of the night, he could hear the echoes of his Mistress's voice ringing in his ears: "Chew shit, eat, and now I'll feed you my shit more often." And with that thought comforting him, he finally surrendered to the oblivion of sleep, dreaming of the delicious filth that awaited him tomorrow.