ScatqueensBerlin - The Slave Pig Eats Shit and Puke P2

Lady Lucy strolled into the luxurious bathroom of her mansion, wearing nothing but a deep red silk robe that flowed around her legs. Her long, curly brown hair was carefully styled, accentuating her delicate features. A slave, kneeling on the cold marble floor, quickly rushed to her side and offered her a golden basin filled with warm water. Lady Lucy glanced at him casually, her emerald green eyes sparkling with amusement. "You may leave, slave," she commanded, her voice cool as ice. The slave bowed his head in submission and scurried away, terrified of her wrath if he failed to please her. As the door closed behind him, Lady Lucy began to undress, slowly revealing her flawless body beneath the silk robe. She tossed her hair back and inhaled deeply as she approached the large, oval-shaped bath carved from delicate marble. Sitting down on the edge of the bath, Lady Lucy crossed her legs demurely and casually leaned back, her plump breasts pressed against the cool surface of the marble. She reached forward and grabbed the slave's head, forcing him to look up at her. His eyes widened in fear as he saw the mischievous glint in her eyes. "Now then, slave," she purred, running her fingers through his greasy, unwashed hair. "It's time for you to do your duty." Slowly, she lowered herself into the water, ensuring that the slave's face was completely submerged in the warm, fragrant liquid. Her fingers dug into his scalp as she held his head under the water, savoring the power she held over him. As the slave began to struggle for air, Lady Lucy finally released him, allowing him to gasp for breath. She smiled coldly and leaned forward, her breasts almost touching his face. "I want you to listen very carefully, slave," she whispered menacingly, her breath hot against his skin. "I'm in the mood for something a little different tonight." Her voice trailed off as she slipped beneath the water once more, her long hair flowing around her like a blanket of darkness. The slave held his breath, fearing the worst. As Lady Lucy reemerged from the water, she pointed to a small stool in the corner of the room. "Bring that here," she commanded. The slave did as he was told, trembling with fear as he placed the stool in front of her. Lady Lucy climbed laboriously out of the bath, her body glistening with a fine sheen of water that clung to her skin like a second skin. She gracefully walked over to the stool and sat down, crossing her long legs once again. "Now, slave," she said, her voice icy but oddly hypnotic. "You are going to do exactly as I say. If you fail, I shall see to it that you are punished in the most humiliating way possible." The slave could hear the unspoken threat in her words, and he shivered with fear. Without further warning, Lady Lucy leaned forward and began to pee into the basin. The warm, tangy liquid splashed over the edges and onto the terrified slave's face. He closed his eyes, unable to bear the shame of being covered in his mistress's urine. But when he opened them again, he saw Lady Lucy leaning back with a look of satisfaction on her face. "You see, slave," she said, her voice full of condescension. "That wasn't so difficult, was it?" Without waiting for a response, she stood up and walked over to the toilet. The slave had no idea what she intended to do next, but he knew he did not want to find out. As Lady Lucy sat down on the toilet, her eyes never leaving his, the slave could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He had never been so scared in his life. But when Lady Lucy started to pee into the toilet, his worst fears were realized. The warm, bitter liquid splashed into the bowl, filling the air with its heavy scent. "Now," she said, her voice amplified by the porcelain bowl. "You will lean forward and open your mouth wide." The slave knew he had no choice but to obey, so he slowly lowered his head towards the toilet. As Lady Lucy's pee splashed into his mouth, he felt like he was drowning in a sea of shame. "Swallow," she commanded. Reluctantly, he did as he was told, feeling the warm, salty liquid slide down his throat. It was revolting, disgusting, but he couldn't refuse his mistress. As she finished, she stood up and walked back to the bath, leaving the slave alone once again. Trembling with fear, the slave crawled backwards on his hands and knees until he reached the edge of the bath. He looked up at Lady Lucy, his eyes filled with tears of humiliation. She was smirking, clearly pleased with herself. "You may clean me now," she said, her voice cold and distant. The slave nodded, tousling his hair nervously. As he knelt down, he could feel the hot mess of piss and urine that covered his body. He dug into the stained, threadbare robe that served as his only protection, and began to wipe her clean. As he worked, Lady Lucy let out a contented sigh. "You are such a disgusting creature," she muttered, almost in a daze. "But then again, I suppose that's why I love you." The slave could hardly believe his ears. Was she actually admitting to loving him after treating him so cruelly? Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Lady Lucy was clean. She stood up, reaching for a towel that lay waiting on the marble floor. As she dried herself off, the slave watched her hungrily, unable to take his eyes off of her. "Now then, slave," she said, walking over to him. "It's time for your reward." She crouched down in front of him, her knees pressing against his chest. Slowly, she bent over and began to lick the mess from his face, her tongue tracing the contours of his cheeks and jaw. The slave closed his eyes, savoring the unexpected tenderness of her touch. But before he could fully relax, Lady Lucy pulled away, her face twisted in disgust. "You're filthy," she spat, standing up and stepping back. "You belong in a cage, where you can be kept clean and out of sight." With that, she turned on her heel and strode out of the bathroom, leaving the slave alone once again. The slave stayed where he was for a long time, tears rolling down his cheeks. He couldn't understand why he loved her so much, despite her cruelty. She was his world, his everything. But even as he thought about her, he couldn't help but wonder when she would treat him again.