Eating Ass

The day ends with an exhausted Xena covered in human fluids. Her lips and tongue are numb, and her throat is sore.

The sunset seems to announce the end of her work for the day, as the last soldier to desecrate her mouth leaves the tent and is not replaced by a new dick or pussy.

Instead, the witch comes in, watching her prized plaything with a wicked smile.

"You've been a very good girl today! I'm so proud of you!"

Xena blushes and points her eye down. Her reaction to being called a good girl is almost more embarrassing than the layer of sperm and pussy juice covering her face.

The sorceress takes out a key from her sleeve and unlocks the metal collar around Xena's neck, then points her towards the tent's exit.

"Could I wash myself a little before going out?" She tries to keep her voice steady, but it trembles a little towards the end of her sentence. The thought of being paraded through the camp in her lewd attire is scary enough already, and the cum doesn't help.

"Of course not, sweetie. You're a filthy service slut, you must wear your client's juices with pride."

She feels the tingle at the back of her mind. After being given orders all day, she has gotten good at recognizing when her body reacts to a command. She will not be able to wash the cum off her skin, now that her mistress has told her that she must keep it and be proud of it.

"Oh and, by the way, your day's work is not finished. You're on rimming duty for the rest of the night."

"R-Rimming?"

"Yes."

"What is that?"

"Tossing salad, french-kissing puckers, eating ass. You're gonna lick buttholes for the next few hours."

Xena cannot honestly decide if that is less or more humiliating than throating dozens of thick sweaty cocks. She can also not refuse her mistress' order.

She's led throughout the camp in her skimpy outfit, getting dogcalled, whistled at, and insulted.

They arrive at the rimming station, which is a simple wooden box upon which Xena has to rest her head, and the men and women who wish to use her can sit on her face.

The contraption is extremely simple, and the witch could have very easily set it up in the other tent, avoiding the walk of shame through the camp. But, of course, the walk of shame was the point of setting this up in another tent.

"Lay down," the enchantress orders. Xena obey, as is expected, and she places her face right in the middle of the box.

She is surprised when the witch lifts up her robe.

"Mistress?"

"I didn't think you were worthy of eating my pussy just yet, hence why I did not use you earlier. But I don't mind getting my ass eaten by a lowly service slut like you."

"Oh. Okay."

"That's it? Nothing else to say? You should be more grateful, darling."

"I'm sorry," she utters. She doesn't feel grateful, but she also doesn't want to know what the hag will do to her if she doesn't sound gleeful enough about putting her tongue up the other woman's butthole.

"Thank you," Xena says, trying to sound sincere, "for allowing me the pleasure of licking your ass."

"That's better." And with that, the witch sits down, pushing her ample butt over the orc's face. "Show me what that dirty tongue can do."

Xena does her best, pushing her tongue forward. The flavor is surprisingly arousing. Its taste is pungent, but not in a horrible way. She feels an urge to keep licking, to taste more of the witch's ass. She runs her tongue up and down across the crack, she rubs the wrinkly hole, and she pushes deep inside.

It is like a ****, an intense taste unlike anything else, and she cannot believe that she spent so long without it.

Despite her face being smothered, her moans are louder than Stella's. She is almost angry at herself for never having done this before.

Her dick is harder than it has been all day, spewing more precum, letting it run down the length of her shaft. The witch notices it, and bends forward to touch the tip of the phat green cock with her finger.

"Look who's an ass-slut! You should've told me from the beginning how much you liked this!"

Xena cannot respond that she didn't know, because her mouth is busy french-kissing the witch's anus.

When Stella gets up, Xena mutters a sad "nooo…", which makes the witch laugh.

"Don't worry girl, you'll get plenty more asses to clean tonight."

As she steps out of the tent, a man enters; His belt buckle is already undone, and he doesn't waste time doffing his pants and sitting down on the orc's face.