Princess Thalia sat on her luxurious throne, bedecked in royal robes and a regal crown, watching her new invention change the lives of her servants. The Scat-Princess Rule had been established long ago as a way to maintain control over their subordinates, and now, it seemed that technology would enhance this power.
A young male servant was brought before her, trembling with fear. He was already accustomed to their unconventional rules; he had witnessed many of his fellow slaves being subjected to humiliating and degrading acts. But this time, he felt it deep in his gut—literally.
As he knelt before his mistress, he could feel a hard object pressing against his lips, between his teeth. It was the newly invented machine that forced opened wide the mouths of anyone unfortunate enough to be its target. With a flick of her wrist, Princess Thalia activated the device, and a sudden surge of energy shot through the servant's body.
He saw stars as his jaw snapped wide open, and felt tears spring to his eyes. The machine did its job perfectly; it had managed to break his defenses and invade his personal space. He could do nothing but submit to the will of his mistress.
With a soft chuckle, she addressed him, "You know what to do, slave." She reached her hand down, palm up, signaling for him to begin. The servant hesitated for just a moment, but then he knew there was no other choice.
Slowly, he leaned forward, pressing his lips against the cool metal of the throne. As he did so, he felt something else pressing against them as well—a warm, soft mass that he recognized all too well.
With trembling fingers, he reached up and felt it himself—a pile of fresh human feces sitting on the steps leading up to her throne. His lips clenched in disgust as he realized what he must do. With a deep breath, he opened his mouth wider, feeling the machine bite into his flesh. He looked up at his mistress, pleading with his eyes for mercy, but she just smiled cruelly down at him.
Slowly, she began to lower the mass of shit toward his gaping mouth. As it approached closer, an unbearable stench assailed his nostrils, making him gag reflexively. But there was no escaping it now; either he would swallow the disgusting substance or face the wrath of his mistress.
With a final push, she shoved the entire mass into his mouth, forcing him to swallow as much as possible. He gagged and choked, feeling like he was going to vomit all over the floor. But through it all, he could hear her laughing in the background, the sound of her amusement ringing in his ears long after the horrifying act was over.
