Sabrina's Toilet Slave

Sabrina the witch was experimenting one night with a new slave, a local farm hand who had unwittingly fallen for her beauty and seductive tendencies.

Sam was his name. He was at the village pub one night after a long day’s work and was naturally drawn to Sabrina, a beautiful enchantress dressed in all black in the smokiest corner of the pub.

Sabrina’s legs were crossed in a black skirt, revealing the pale white skin of her thighs. She was running her purple painted fingernails through her jet black hair, staring Sam down as if she had a hold over his very soul.

Sabrina had been looking for a new male toilet slave for one of her magical experiments, and Sam seemed like the perfectly willing subject. Sabrina’s goal was to develop a slave so devoted to her that they’d even swallow her shit.

So after enchanting Sam’s drink with a love spell, Sam quickly was subdued and following Sabrina home like a zombie.

They walked down the cobblestone road, the heels of Sabrina’s boots creating an almost hypnotic rhythm that Sam could only follow. Sabrina kept looking back at Sam, stumbling behind her, and would give a wicked smile knowing she had complete control over his every move.

When they reached Sabrina’s cabin, she leads Sam inside and sits him in a chair.

“Aresto Locamotum” Sabrina spoke as leather straps appeared around Sam’s wrist and ankles. Sam shouted in alarm, “Hey! What’s going on here??”

“Now listen dummy” Sabrina started as she placed one hand on Sam’s quivering thigh, “you are my new slave. I’ll be testing potions on you, spells on you, and all kinds of torture until you’re completely broken. So far the last subjects didn’t…work out”

“Broken??” Sam protested, “Why do I need to be broken??”

“Because I have a dream, you see, stupid boy” she replied. “I dream to have a slave so devoted to me that he will EAT my shit. So far, all of you village idiots have been too prideful to accept their fate as my toilet slave.”

“Eat…your shit?” Sam replied in shock. “No…no I will NEVER eat your shit, witch! I don’t care what you do to me.”

“They all say that.” Sabrina replied in disappointment. “Nevertheless, let’s begin your training.”

“Curse you witch. What training are you talking about?” replied Sam.

Sabrina slowly pulled down her panties from her skirt, dancing her pale white legs a bit as she slid them down. Her white silk panties were surprisingly soaked with cum, as if she’d been enjoying Sam’s capture. She placed her panties over Sam’s nose, ensuring the spot with the gooeiest, thickest white cum was pressed firmly against Sam’s nose, blocking his airway and forcing him to both smell and swallow the witch cum that dripped down to his mouth.

“MMPPHHH” Sam protested as cum filled his face.

The musty smell of Sabrina’s ass then overpowered the more sour smell of her cum, as she shoved the ass part of her panties against Sam’s nose.

“Now I’ll recite my newest incantation while you breathe that shit in” said Sabrina giddily as she sat on the floor crosslegged with her big spell book. “This will make you LIKE the smell of my shit, slave”

“I’m…not a….slave…..witch” replied Sam with a mouth full of witch cum and witch shit pressed against his nose, forcing him to inhale her ass while she prepared the spell.

Sabrina, laughing, began the incantation…

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