Filth-Filled Slave in Total Ruin
Valentina Lux
LILY DUPONT: A FACE MADE FOR MY FILTH
Mornings demand discipline, and nothing starts my day better than a human toilet already in position, obediently holding the paper, awaiting my command. Last night’s feast has left me swollen and desperate—a deep, thorough purge is long overdue. But before I grant him that privilege, he must first savor the offering from the other Miss: she fills his mouth with her piss, then lays a rich, heavy load for him to chew slowly, relishing every morsel. My own pressure becomes unbearable. I step closer, lower myself over his face, and flood him with wave after wave of thick, suffocating waste—copious as always, drowning him until his breath stutters and his world turns brown. Bon appétit, slave.
