"Yes, Excellent", the young crowned prince complimented to his magistrate, as he scanned over lines of slaves before him. He watched the line as it approached, each slave bound to the one behind her with long gold chains. All of them crawling, on all 4's like the animals they were. Most of these slaves were prisoners, captives from his father's battles against the neighbouring villages. But, one of them would soon be promoted to the status of queen.
Some, he noted, were clad in small red stained cloths, covering their sex, while others were nude. Kamal mused to himself how the slaves resembled the long lines of horse drawn carriages he had seen in Central Park, New York, during his recent trip to America.
"Thank you, Your Excellency. Each one has been personally selected to fulfil your unique desire", replied the older man, as he stood next to the prince, smiling a pleased smile. At a mere 15 years of age, the Prince Kamal had only yesterday attended his coronation ceremony, and today he was to take a wife.
Slowly, the prince descended his platform. His dark, nearly black eyes scanned over the crowd of beautiful women before him. As he approached the first row of slaves, Prince Kamal began to scrutinize the ladies. His, drank in the forms of these lovely figures. One of whom he would soon choose to be his mate. As the prince stood before each woman, he allowed his hands to caress their breasts, their hips and stomachs, and finally their buttocks. He loved women's buttocks. But, more than that, he loved the soft brown waste product that resided deep within the their bowels. He loved women's shit.
The day before, the prince had commanded his magistrate, Kamal, to make sure that each slave would be able to present him with a sample of their shit. Each slave was therefore given a laxative the night before, along with their normal evening meal of meat, bran cereal and water. Now, as he walked down along the long lines of slaves, he noticed with a smile, that each was fitted with a small white sheet, made of silk. These were attached with belts around the women's hips, creating a small canopy, in which the women could deposit their "gifts" to the prince.
Slowly, Prince Kamal made his way down the long line of slaves. His hands examining each in turn. His head nodding only once or twice, showing pleasure or displeasure with one slave or another. As he made his way down the line, examining each slave in turn, he allowed his scrutiny to become more intense. His fingers began to probe the women. First their cunts. He had to make sure the women were virgins. Then, he probed their anuses. 3 fingers of his thick manly hand pushed into the slaves' shit holes. As promised, each slave was indeed prepared to serve his "unique desire". He wished for them to shit for him, on command. He could feel his cock spring to life, as he dug his fingers deep into the women's shit, and slowly pulled the fingers out, leaving a thick almost sludgy coating of their shit on each slave's bottom.
The first 2 women, while beautiful no doubt, lacked something. Perhaps it was their subservience. They were TOO submissive. The next slave was beautiful as well, but she was too willing. Her rectum opened willingly. Her cunt may have been virgin, he surmised, but her rectum certainly was not. And this displeased Kamal.
On a whim, He dismissed her immediately, and ordered her to be beheaded.
Finally, at the end of the long line of what must have been one thousand slaves, he saw her. She was a stunning woman. Yet, something about her was different from the rest. He could not place what it was, but something in her caught his attention. Perhaps it was her eyes. Yes, he thought. Her eyes. She was the only one of the thousands who had dared stare him directly in the eye. Immediately, he knew this woman would be the one he would take as his wife. But, first, she must be tested.
"Tell me, slave... why do you wear this red smock?"
"Come", the prince barked, as he slowly turned and began striding with purpose toward his bedroom quarters. "Have her prepared, and bring her to my room when she is ready," the Prince commanded to his Magistrate, who walked beside him, matching him step for step.
"She is a lovely one, Your Highness," the magistrate answered, as he opened the enormous 40 foot ivory doors that led from the hall into the Prince's personal living quarters.
"Yes, she is. There was something about her. I can not say what exactly, but I look forward to testing her", replied the prince, as he removed his turban, then his coronation robes, and stepped into his bath. As if on command, a small line of 3 slaves entered. The first 2 in line carried with them small black porcelain basins of water, the first filled with warm scented oils. The second filled with simple water for rinsing. The third slave carried, across her bent arms, 2 large folded white bath towels.
The slaves entered the pool of water, and began to bathe the prince. The first concentrated on his back, while the second concentrated on his chest. The 3rd quickly submerged herself beneath the water, and attended to the Prince's cock.
"mmmm...", The prince moaned, as he allowed the slaves to wash him. He was washed head to toe. Even his insides were washed, as the slave behind him slid 2 of her long thin fingers into his tiny puckering hole, to massage his prostate.
After the cleaning was completed, the slaves proceeded to massage the man's muscles with the warmed oils. Softly, Kamal groaned at the pleasure he received, as he lost himself deep in the thoughts of his wife-to-be.
Finally, after what seemed like far too long for any person to be under water, the 3rd slave re-emerged from beneath the water. Slowly, Kamal raised himself up in the water, until his enormous erect shaft protruded from the surface. Carefully, the 'cock slave' lowered her mouth onto the Prince's enormous manhood, and began to suckle. Her tongue worked magic, as it spun quickly around Kamal's enormous mushroom head. Gently, she began to bob her head... up... down... up... down... treating the flesh of the prince's cock as if it were the sweetest candy she had ever tasted. And, indeed it was.
"Oh, yes, excellent, slave... but, do not become too involved, as I plan to save my seed for my fiancee," The prince spoke, as he held the slave's head on his cock, with his thick muscular hands.
The prince emerged from the tub slowly, and made his way over to his bed. As he lay down, he shrugged off his attendants, before they were able to dress him. "No, I wish for my fiancee to see ALL of me," Kamal commanded, as he slowly moved his body to lay along the length of his silk sheeted bed.
Kamal waited in silence, as finally, his fiancee was brought to him. The woman was stunning, dressed in solid gold chains that befitted only the wealthiest of slaves. The shine of the gold, a stark contrast against the dark caramel of her skin. Slowly, the girl cringed as she felt the enormity of the fullness in her bowels. She gingerly knelt before him, praying to The Gods that she would please the prince.
"Tell me, slave... what is your name?" The Prince asked, as he stood and approached the slave. Although she was nearly his age, her size and demeanour made her appear much younger.
"My name is Ayesha, your Highness", the young girl answered. She could not have been more than 14 years of age herself.
"Why, Ayesha, do you look me in the eyes? Have you not been trained properly to bow your head in the presence of Royalty?", The prince inquired, more curious than angry.
"No, your Highness... I have. But, if I am to be your wife, would that not make me your equal?", Ayesha replied, a soft almost devilish smile upon her lips.
The Prince pondered this answer for a moment, before allowing a smile to break upon his lips. "You are indeed a wise girl, Ayesha. Now, tell me. Have you been told of the special requirements that I ask of the woman who is to be my wife?", Kamal asked, as he slowly began to pace in a circle around the girl.
"I am to hold my shit, until you command me to release it, Your Highness", Ayesha replied, as a soft trickle of sweat appeared on her brow. Slowly, the girl began to become nervous. She had heard her father, and the magistrate speaking of this act many times, but now, hearing it from her own words, she was unsure.
"Yes, excellent, Ayesha. And tell me, Are you able to shit now, if I were to command it?", Kamal inquired, as he stood behind the kneeling girl, and gently encouraged her down to all 4's, then pushed her until she was resting on her forearms, her arse jutted high in the air for presentation.
"If it is what you wish, I shall, your Highness", came Ayesha's hesitant reply.
"You shall WHAT, if I wish it, Ayesha?", Barked the prince.
"I shall shit for you, Your Highness. If that is what you wish," Ayesha replied promptly.
"Hmmm" I don't know, Ayesha. When was your last big shit?", Kamal asked, as he slowly began to caress the orbs of Ayesha's arse.
"I have not shit in 3 days, your Highness. Please, Please allow me to shit for you!", Ayesha pleaded, her arse now burning under the man's enormous hands, and the unbearable pressure that filled her bowels.
"No, Ayesha... I believe I shall TAKE you first. I see that you wear the red scarves of a woman in her fertile period, correct?", Kamal grilled, as he slowly positioned his cock at the head of Ayesha's tiny puckering rosebud. He smiled to himself, as he saw the hole flex and spasm.
"Yes, your highness. I am 3 days into my fertile period. I will have 3 more until I am pure again," Ayesha replied weakly, struggling to catch her breath now, as the intensity of the moment became unbearable.
"Excellent, than you shall have many years of child bearing ahead of you. But, for now, I wish to have you. Brace yourself", And without another word, Kamal forced 2 of his fingers into Ayesha's tight round shit hole.
"OOOOOOOOHHHH... God!", Ayesha screamed out, as she felt Kamal's fingers bury deep in her rectum. Slowly, she reared herself up, until her hands were back on the floor. She braced herself. She didn't know what else to do. She was now HIS, and she would do anything for him. Including enduring the pain and discomfort of having her arse raped while she needed to take a shit.
Yes, Ayesha. That's it! Push!" Kamal barked, as he felt Ayesha's tight sphincter tighten, then give way, his cock suddenly enveloped with the warm muddy sensations of Ayesha's shit. Slowly, Kamal began to thrust... pumping his fingers in and out of her bowels. As they emerged, Kamal could see the soft chocolate brown sludge of his Fiancee's shit. In... out... in... out... in... out... then suddenly, Kamal thrust his cock into Ayesha's bowels, along side his fingers.
In... out... in... out... in... out, he thrust, fucking Ayesha's arse like a jackhammer. "You are my wife... and my shit slave now, Ayesha!!!", The Prince barked between thrusts.
"Yes, Your Highness, My love... I AM YOURS!!", Came Ayesha's painful, loving cry.