Natalia Kapretti - Fuck slave fist and foot, morning piss

Oh, how divine it feels to have a slave at your beck and call! Natalia Kapretti gazed upon her poor, pathetic creature with disdain and mixed emotions. She loved the feeling of power she held over him; the way he trembled in fear yet craved her attention made her blood race with excitement. After all, it was why she kept him around – for these little moments of pleasure that would otherwise be impossible for someone like her.

Slowly, she began to stretch his asshole, making it bigger and bigger with each passing second. Her fingers dipped inside, probing and opening up his insides, making room for what was to come. The sounds of tearing flesh and muffled moans echoed through the room, but she paid them no mind. This was all part of the process; to break him down completely before building him back up again – as her plaything.

Without another word, Natalia positioned herself between his legs. Her hand slid easily inside his stretched hole, filling him up completely. Her touch was electric; sending shivers down his spine and coiling his balls into tight little nuggets. In one swift motion, she lowered herself onto his cock, impaling him on her fist. "Ahhhh...", he cried out in pain/pleasure, his body arching off the bed in a futile attempt to escape the sensation.

Natalia leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. "Oh, don't worry," she purred, "I haven't forgotten about your other hole." And with that, she lifted her foot, heel first, and slammed it into his tight, puckered hole. The slave's whole body jolted from the impact, but he couldn't help but feel the stirrings of excitement deep within. It was a strange sensation – one that made him feel dirty and alive all at once.

She began to slowly pump him, both with her hand and her foot. Each thrust pushing deeper into his body, making him ache with longing and desire. The soft slapping of her flesh against his set his cock throbbing, primal instincts taking over. He wanted more; needed more. He wanted to be filled to bursting point; wanted to feel her control over him, complete and utter.

As dawn broke across the horizon, Natalia climbed off him, her juices dripping down his chin and onto his chest. "Now," she whispered, "it's time for you to do your filthy job." The slave crawled over to her, his face fixed in a mask of lust and fear. Natalia lowered herself onto the side of the bed, her legs spread wide open. "Drink," she commanded coldly, her urine flowing into a bucket by the side of the bed.

Her piss was strong and pungent; filled with all the toxins and waste built up from days of torment and abuse. It ran down his chin and into his mouth, filling him from the inside out. He swallowed each mouthful obediently, his throat burning from the acidic taste. But even as he choked back the bitter liquid, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction coursing through his veins.

As the last drops dribbled from his lips, Natalia leaned over him, her hand reaching down to massage his throbbing cock. "Very good," she purred, "now let's see how else we can fill you up this morning." The slave nodded weakly, his eyes glazed over in a mixture of pain, pleasure, and desire. He was Natalia Kapretti's fuck slave, and he would do anything to please her.