attempts to escape make me angry. I love punishing fugitives...with them I can vent all my cruelty and I assure you that I have no remorse because it's a wonderful feeling. I sit on the toilet and enjoy the echo of their screams. I start to release my bladder. The sound of urine falling into the water interrupts the terrified screams. Even though I can't see inside the toilet I know that I have hit the slave when his scream stops abruptly. As the jet of piss fades, I begin to push from my anus…fetid air fills that small space and announces to the slaves that their suffering is not only not over, but that it has yet to begin. I hear their screams again. I move slightly and let the light illuminate the inside of the toilet. Now I want them to see what awaits them, I want them to see my ass open to drop my shit on them…a huge piece of poop. I push. I hear him come out, the smell becomes more intense, the screams are even more anguished. I enjoy the liberating feeling of defecation and the sense of empowerment. I'm shitting on their heads...it's nice. I'll hit them and they'll either drown right away or they'll survive and have to hang on to my excrement to breathe. The poop slides off and makes a thud as soon as it hits the water. Silence again. I get up and enjoy the show. A slave has already drowned in the piss, a little slave girl instead managed to cling and climb on my smelly excrement and curled up. She cries. He inspires me no mercy...he shouldn't have tried to escape. I walk away to wash my hands and come back after a few moments. I take one last look down the toilet and say hello to the little bitch, mired in my shit. My hand presses the toilet as I touch myself…
Cyber Green
2023-08-24 23:04:27 +0000 UTC