The grand throne room echoed with the familiar sound of hideous squelching and gurgling noises, emanating from the wrought iron cage that contained the pathetic creature enslaved to Mystress T. A cursed knight once, now nothing more than a disgusting worm writhing in the filth beneath her feet.
She strode forward, her typically armored form concealed by flowing, crimson robes that revealed tantalizing glimpses of her voluptuous curves. Her long, jet-black hair flowed like a river of darkness down her back and cascaded over her ample bosom, reaching halfway to the floor.
As she reached the cage, Mystress T removed a leash from her belt and snapped it onto a thick metal ring affixed to the floor. With a sinister grin stretching across her blood-stained lips, she gave it a firm tug, pulling the cage closer until it rested beneath her cunt.
Sitting down forcefully, she felt the cool metal press against the warmth between her thighs and lowered herself further until her swollen, engorged clit brushed against his lower lip. He whimpered weakly, his eyes pleading for mercy as she slowly rocked back and forth, teasing him with the promise of pleasure that would never come.
Now it was time for the main event – feeding time. She reached into a pile of filth on the floor beside her, producing two small speakers, each no bigger than a human fist. She held them up for his perusal; he could imagine what they had once been used for before becoming nothing more than an abominable toy in Mystress T's twisted realm.
Without further ado, she grabbed one speaker in each hand, positioning them so they aimed directly at his gaping maw, splayed wide in anticipation. His tongue darted out unbidden, tasting the air as she lowered herself onto all fours, straddling the cage with her hulking, muscular thighs.
Slowly, agonizingly slowly, she lowered herself until her stretched ass crack was inches from his face. His tongue flicked out again, tasting the metallic tang mixed with the musky scent of her arousal. She moaned softly, her hips starting to grind up and down in a slow, hypnotic rhythm.
Finally, with a guttural groan that echoed through the chamber, she released her foul-smelling payload. A stream of hot, stinking diarrhea cascading out of her gaping anus, spilling over the cage and onto his face. His cheeks bulged as he was forced to open his mouth as wide as possible, taking in every last drop.
His eyes rolled back in his head, tears streaming from them as he tried not to gag on the vile taste and acrid scent that invaded his senses. Mystress T chuckled darkly, her amused gaze fixed on his suffering form. "Do you like it?" she purred, her voice dripping with malice.
His nod was barely perceptible, his mouth full of feces and saliva. She smiled cruelly, slapping the side of the cage with a resounding clang. With a deep, satisfying sigh, she stood up and discarded the speakers, dripping shit falling to the floor with sickening plops.
As if directing his thoughts, she leaned in close to the cage and whispered softly, her hot breath tickling his ear. "Don't you wish you could take his place?" She sneered, straightening up to reveal her massive cock swinging lazily between her legs. Its head glistening with pre-cum, ready for whatever sickening act she had planned next. "Would you like that?"
