Crouch down and take a shit on Vicky´s bed
From Create Your Own Story
There is a thrill running down your spine as you take the decision. Your anus is still buzzing with post-orgasmic pleasure and the thought of squeezing one out right now just blows your mind. Even being the fanatical and loyal follower of Satan that you are you´ve never taken your depravity this far before. You immediately begin un-strapping your strap-on to prepare yourself.
"Lay still anal-slave!" You yell at Vicky without a explanation who promptly goes limp as a dead fish. You quickly remove the dildo and throw it aside, then squat down on top of the Queen-sized bed. You´re in a hurry to squeeze one out while still high from the orgasm.
"Uhhhggg!" You grunt. "Keep those eyes fixed on my anus anal-slave! Uhhhggg!" You scream and grunt in exertion.
Vicky gasps. She must see the contorting efforts of your brown-hole. She realizes you´re squeezing something out, and you intend to do it right in front of her on her bed.
"Oh Lord!" You moan sharply as you feel the first brown turd bumps up against your wrinkly A-hole. You actually begin laughing as you feel your spiracle-muscle loosen and the excrement's start dropping out from your ass. The soft sound of the first one falling onto the bed just rocks you with excitement. It´s just as great as you´d thought it would be. Shitting on her bed while she watches is like the ultimate act of dominance.
"Ahahaha! Are you watching this anal-slave? Do you see how little your fucking life and your possessions are worth in your Mistress eyes?"
"Yes," she says and sobs, "I´m watching Mistress. It´s..." Vicky sobs loudly again, "It´s very beautiful. Your anus is very beautiful. Your shit looks exquisite Mistress."
"I can take a fucking dump right here on your bed and your opinion doesn't even matter! Hell, I might even give up on toilets all together and just turn your entire house into my own private shitting-ground!"
"Whatever you wish Mistress. Please shit all over my possessions if you desire too," the sobs are still there, but the sadness is gone in her voice. This bitch will accept any kind of rule you impose on her.
With your bowels emptied you dismount the Queen-sized bed. You grab some of the bed sheets and wipe your ass with it. "Clean this bed anal-slave. Then buy a new one! I don´t fuck my slaves in a bed that I´ve shat on, I´m not some depraved, ass-fixated slut like you are."
Having left your clothes with Karla, you grab a random dress from Vicky´s closet, not bothering with any underwear. Then you once again face Vicky.
"Tomorrow I´m going to take your daughter out to a night club and get her pussy stuffed with its first male cock. By now you know never to disobey or hinder me in any way anal-slave, but just as you know, if you even cross me again, my next shit is going to go down your mouth!"
You stroll out of there with all the confidence and self-satisfaction of a female God. In your wake you leave a mother and daughter in immense sexual gratification and subservience to your will. There is no doubt in your mind that one, or possibly both, of these women will become a perfect sacrifice for your cult.
...
The next day.
For unusualities sake you´ve decided to do something different with your hair. It´s pulled back into a tight ponytail, your long, golden and straight hair falling as a single lock down your back. On top you wear a skin-tight jet-black shirt. It perfectly encloses around your huge DD breasts as to capture their illustrious shape and form. In contrast it also hugs tightly around your stomach as to highlight your model-slim waistline. The equally black sweat-pants your wearing has the same quality of hugging your hips like a second-skin. All this is made to present your fantastic hourglass-shaped figure in all its glory.
You have a reason for all this, you´ve been summoned by your cult leader Vladimir to your cult´s headquarters. Vladimir is the man of your dreams, he is your leader, and the most desirable man you know of. You use all the tricks known to you to make yourself as attractive as possible for his pleasure.
There is a downside through - the caller. You where contacted by Natasha, Vladimir´s primary lover and bodyguard. She is a insanely beautiful half-white, half-black, former super-model whom you´ve clashed with numerous times in the past over Vladimir´s attention. Every time you´ve clashed, she has come out on top. You´re hoping this mission will finally be the tipping point where you overtake her as Vladimir´s favorite.
You do three inspection in the mirror to make sure that everything is perfect before leaving your room and heading for your cult´s headquarters.
...
You´ve arrived at the cult´s headquarters. It´s a great mansion located in the richer part of town. Just by looking at the outside you´d never guess it housed a cult of devil-worshipping, sexual predators. But blending in is what made the cult survive for all these years, and with the time of the summoning of the demon is so close, no one will be able to stop you.
You enter the doors and find yourself in a large hall. You nod at some other Satanists that you recognize, but heed them no large attention. Your steps immediately take you in the direction of Vladimir´s private chamber.
You climb the stairs, go through a corridor, take a right turn that leads straight to Vladimir´s door, and come face-to-face with Natasha.
The mulato woman smiles at you, it´s a devilish smile, a smile of utmost contempt.
You flash her a grin of distain in response, not a particularly wide grin though, Natasha is the most deadly woman you´ve ever encountered. So although you know full well that she isn´t allowed to hurt you, the danger she represents affects you even on a subconscious level. You´re simply hardwired not to push this woman to far, no matter the situation. She seems to know this.
"Sharon," she greets.
"Natasha, my dear," you reply. Both your words are as cold as a sociopathic killer.
"Vladimir has summoned you..." she seems to linger on her sentence, as if not wanting to complete it, "so I´ll give you access to his private chamber. Hurry."
You walk past her, hating the woman even more since you last meet her. How can she be so beautiful and strong at the same time? It makes your blood boil. But the hate for her is quickly overtaken for the longing of Vladimir. You´ve been given a chance to be alone with him! It´s a situation you could only dream about! With fast steps you walk up to the door and enter his chamber.
Vladimir, the center of your universe, is sitting by his desk reading reports. It´s a spacious chamber, large as a house, so you begin walking towards him. Vladimir is in his sixties, his hair is gray, but the rest of him looks half that age.
As you arrive by his desk, he looks up at you. Suddenly it´s hard to stand up straight or keep a dignified face. Vladimir is just perfect, when he looks at you, your word spins. There is no arousal to be found as the one radiating from his body.
"Sharon, It´s been seven days, give me a report."
"Yes Master!" You say and stand at attention. You do however arch your chest upwards, as to emphasize your best assets for Vladimir´s inspecting eyes, your humongous boobs.
You report your progress with the same professionalism of a Marine reporting a kill. Vladimir listens with keen eyes. You tell him about how you forcibly seduced Karla and then later that same day raped her mom anally. You tell him about the great lengths you´ve gone through to get Karla´s trust and how Vicky has fallen so far as to declare herself your anal-slave. It isn´t easy keeping a straight tone, just being this close to Vladimir is enough for your heart to pump faster and your hormones to stir up your female emotions. You end on the plans for tonight, how you intend to take Karla to a nightclub and corrupt her with sexual deviances.
"Hmm, interesting Sharon. You do have talent for breaking peoples mind."
Before you can have a chance to react to his words two arms wraps around your body.
"Wha..." you exclaim before being quickly interrupted by Vladimir.
"Keep your hands at your sides Sharon! Look me straight in the eyes!"
It´s a nervous situation, the hands came out of nowhere, you never heard them coming. But meeting Vladimir´s dark gaze makes your icy-blue irises melt in desire. "Y-Yes, M-Master," you whisper with a moan.
The hands grip your large breasts and begin stroking them with its palm and fingers. You slip out a meek, feminine moan from the touch. Their an easy target for the assailant, jutting out from your tiny frame like two ripe melons restrained by the constrictive fabric of your bra and black shirt. You can´t see the hands, but know they belong to Natasha. They have her characteristic feminine smoothness but also a unsuspecting strength to their touch.
"Ahh..." You moan again, louder this time, and with more passion. If you weren´t sure it is Natasha forcing this pleasure upon your body this would be ecstatic. But the pleasure is still welcomed, seeing as it´s displayed in front of Vladimir.
"You have highly sensitive breasts, don´t you Sharon?" Vladimir asks you.
"Their all natural Master," you respond.
"You´re blushing my dear, your white cheeks are all red," He retorts.
Hearing Vladimir say that makes you blush even more. You flash him a wide, happy smile that shows of your perfect-set of bleach white teeth. "It´s all for you Master," you say with a youthful and sultry voice. Your desire for him is evident. High from lust you reach across the table for his crotch, but a brown hand grips your wrist and yank your arm behind your back.
"Ahgg," you moan, this time in pain.
Natasha then cups your breasts upwards from underneath. Your moans immediately returns to being pure pleasure-sounds, a large O forming on your mouth.
"Your body is a perfect specimen Sharon, the quintessential young blonde-beauty. You even posses a plentiful, but firm and sensitive ass. That´s a rare gift on a white, American girls body."
Natasha moves her hands down to your butt and gropes the two large ass-mounds. The reaction from you is the same, a steady stream of small moans.
"T-Thanks you Master!" You squeal, it´s practically impossible to keep a composed tone with Vladimir complimenting you like this and Natasha touching you at the same time.
All this pleasure radiates down to your crotch. Your pussy is wet and throbbing, desperate for attention.
"Tell me," says Vladimir, "after you´ve enslaved this Vicky and Karla, what do you intend to do with them?"
