This choice: She decide to tell you about your fate. • Go Back... The latina woman takes great pleasure in staring at your wide, fearful eyes as she slowly walks towards your exposed head.
"So dear, I guess you might have some questions."
"What is thi.....!!!!"
She interrupts, "Please, I know your scared but I will be doing the talking; nod if you understand this."
The slave head merely stares at the woman, scans the room; looks as if he's about to cry.
"Listen, you are new; I'll be understanding but you are my property, you will do as I say when I say it. Do you understand?" She says, leaning down to grab his face forcefully.
His head shakes in fright but he nods, softly.
"Good." The woman removes her pants, drops her tiny panties; they sit on the floor near the slave, the smell so powerful and potent that he gags audibly.
The woman laughs, "Oh sweetie, it's going to get much worse." She sits on the ground and the wraps her legs around the slave's head, pulling herself close until his face is buried somewhere between in her untamed pussy and horrid, dank asshole.
The slave screamed and cried out, fighting but having no where to go.
"Easy, easy; I know it's bad but you'll get used to it, just breathe, slow, deep...take it in nice. This is just the beginning hun," she says, stroking the boys hair lovingly as he chokes on the woman's sour crevices. "I hope you can understand me; I want to tell you your purpose here, what I want you to do."
The toilet's head still struggled but the fight was clearly diminished, the mucus-filled, tortured sucks of air grew as complacent as they were horrid.
"Sweetie, I'll be blunt; you are to become my toilet."
The head screams, his face still buried in folds of latina woman.
"I know, it's a big job hun but you can do it; look how easy this was for you to get used to."
The woman raises herself a little, creating a little cave near the toilet's nose and her asshole; she scrunches her face grotesquely and blasts an eight second, flapping fart into her new toilet's face.
He flopped and fought like a fish on the hook but he was trapped deep within her ass; deep within sucking on horrid, beany farts that stung with heat and clung to skin like resin and staining just the same.
When his labored breathing finally lessened, "See, that's not so bad, is it?"
The woman curled up; allowing the slave toilet to emerge and passionately suck in some medium of fresh air. The woman held her legs, her asshole pointed like a cannon to her slave's face. She held herself as best she could.
Her stomach groaned out and then she fired a deep, almost visible fart right into the slave's face and buried his head back in her asshole to endure the remainder eeking slowly from her butt.
"Was that one a little wet? Might be time to give you your first real test; you'd like that wouldn't you?"
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