Natalia Kapretti - Shit in panties slave girl and expelled

As my slave girl, Natalia Kapretti, knelt before me, her eyes locked on mine in submission, she couldn't help but tremble with anticipation of what was to come. Her tight little asshole was puckered, waiting for me to claim it once more with my massive cock, but I had other plans in store for her. I was going to take her to the deepest, darkest depths of her desires and drag her back up to the surface, leaving her gasping for breath and covered in shame. With a wicked grin, I turned her around and pulled down her silky black panties, exposing her plump, round ass to the cool air. She knew this was coming, she'd been warned before, but the thought of me shitting in her panties somehow made her even wetter. She couldn't help herself; her legs trembled and her breath quickened as she heard the familiar sound of my thick turds hitting the ceramic of the toilet bowl. I watched as her eyes grew wide with horror and excitement when I pulled my cock out, slick with her own juices, and pressed it against her tight little anus. I groaned in pleasure as I felt her warmth envelop me, the muscles of her asshole clamping down on my shaft, pulling and tugging at my sensitive flesh. She was so fucking tight, it was driving me wild. I began to plunge my cock into her ass, inch by inch, filling her up with each thrust. She moaned and whispered filthy words of encouragement between quick, sharp breaths. Her body was trembling with desire, begging for release, while at the same time dreading what was about to happen next. She knew that I would make her feel unclean, but there was no stopping now. With a final thrust that made her cry out in pleasure, I emptied my heavy load into her bowels. I could feel the thick, hot semen filling up her tight little asshole, pushing against her insides with each pulse of my shaft. Her mouth was open in a silent scream, her eyes wide with shock and awe. She was mine, completely and utterly. I pulled out of her, leaving her temporarily empty but aching with need. Then, with a wicked grin, I grabbed a handful of her shit-covered panties and yanked them up her legs. "Now," I said, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her head back to meet my eyes again, "you're going to wear these into town and wait on your subway station. You're going to smell like shit, look like shit, and feel like the disgusting piece of filth you are." Natalia whimpered and tried to pull away, but I held her in place with my gaze. "You belong to me, remember that. Everyone will know that you've been fucked and used by your master. They'll see the stains on your panties, the dirt trailing down your legs. They'll smell it on you when you walk by. This is going to be a lesson you'll never forget." With that, I pushed her away from me and watched as she stumbled to her feet, still clutching her ruined panties. She turned and walked out of the room, her heart heavy with shame and desire. I knew she would obey my every command; after all, she was my slave girl, and she loved every filthy, degrading moment of it.