Jenna awoke with a start, feeling a strange pressure in her lower abdomen. She sat up, rubbing her eyes in confusion, and looked around her luxurious bedroom. It took her a moment to realize what was happening—she needed to take a shit.
With a sigh, she swung her legs out of bed and padded over to the en suite bathroom. As she sat down on the cold, hard toilet seat, she let out a small groan, wishing she could have her special ass toilet back home. But alas, her father had sold it to help pay off his debts.
She couldn't help but let out a small laugh at the irony—here she was, a real-life princess, reduced to using a regular toilet like a commoner. But she supposed it didn't matter; after all, she was about to produce something quite precious.
Jenna pushed gently at her rectum, feeling the firm glob of feces pressing against her anus. It felt good to finally relieve herself, so she pushed a little harder against her own sphincter, allowing the first blob of shit to slide out of her body and onto the water in the toilet bowl.
As she continued to push and grunt with each passing poop, Jenna couldn't help but imagine what her slaves would think if they could see her now. It made her smile—she loved to surprise them every now and then, just to show them who was really in charge.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Jenna was done. She flushed the toilet with a satisfied smile, proud of the large pile of warm, squishy turd floating in the water below. Standing up, she stretched her arms above her head, feeling the soft fabric of her silk nightgown brush against her body.
She couldn't help but feel a twinge of desire as she thought about her new invention—the Scat-Princess Engineers had recently come out with a new machine that forced slaves to consume their own feces, simply by pushing a button. It was a cruel and twisted idea, but Jenna couldn't help but love it.
With a wicked grin on her face, Jenna made her way out of the bathroom, eager to test out her new toy on one of her unsuspecting slaves. As she padded down the corridor, she couldn't help but wonder whose lucky (or unlucky, depending on how you looked at it) turn it was going to be today.
