More humiliation

Athena barely had a moment to catch her breath when Morgan clapped her hands, a signal that echoed ominously through the chamber. Two servants entered, pushing a massive, transparent tank on wheels. It was filled with a semi-solid, viscous substance—a decadent mixture of cream, honey, and various pureed fruits, their intoxicatingly sweet scent wafting through the air.

Athena’s stomach churned, a combination of hunger and dread. The collar buzzed again, sending a sharp shock through her body, forcing her back onto her knees.

“I thought it might be fun to feed you in a way more befitting your current… status,” Morgan purred, her voice laced with cruel amusement. She gestured toward the tank with a dramatic flourish. “You’ll get your fill, darling. But you’ll do it my way.”

Before Athena could protest, Morgan snapped her fingers, and the servants grabbed her. Despite her attempts to resist, her body—still weakened from the collar’s relentless torment—couldn’t put up much of a fight. The servants hoisted her up and unceremoniously tossed her into the tank.

The cool, sticky substance engulfed her immediately, clinging to every inch of her flawless, alabaster skin. Athena gasped as the semi-solid mixture adhered to her magnificently sculpted form, the glossy sheen emphasizing the taut curves of her hourglass figure. The hunger gnawed at her insatiably, the collar’s magic amplifying her desperation until she had **** but to succumb.

Morgan leaned against the side of the tank, her eyes glittering with wicked amusement as she watched Athena writhe. “Go on, eat,” she taunted, her voice like velvet laced with venom. “You must be starving, my beautiful little beast.”

Athena glared up at her, defiance still smoldering in her steely blue eyes tinged with that unique pink-violet hue. But the hunger was unbearable, twisting her instincts against her pride. Slowly, hesitantly, she scooped a handful of the sticky substance and brought it to her lips.

The moment she tasted it, her body betrayed her. She began eating hungrily, her movements frantic and uncoordinated. The mixture smeared across her elegant, chiselled face, dripping down her long, swanlike neck and spreading over her marvelously supple G-cup breasts, each orb glistening under the tank’s light. The sticky concoction clung to her gravity-defying curves, highlighting every dip and swell as it slid over her taut, toned stomach and pooled around the heart-shaped perfection of her thick, alabaster-smooth rear.

Her brilliant crimson hair, once pristine and radiant, became matted and heavy with the viscous mixture, stray strands sticking to her glossy, smooth shoulders and sculpted back. The sweet, messy substance traced every line of her slender arms, dripping down to her delicately tapered fingers, each movement further spreading the chaos across her mesmerizing form.

Morgan chuckled, her voice thick with satisfaction as she observed the scene. “You’re a sight to behold, Athena. Even covered in that mess, you’re utterly divine. Perhaps even more so.”

Athena’s breaths came in ragged gasps, the mixture now coating her entirely. Her firm, rounded thighs glistened as the sticky substance traced the length of her long, shapely legs, pooling around her knees as she knelt in desperation. Every movement caused the mess to spread further, accentuating the luminous perfection of her skin, now slick and glistening under the light.

Her instincts drove her to keep eating, though her mind screamed against the humiliation. The mixture smeared across her soft, plush lips, leaving streaks of color against the pale, radiant backdrop of her smooth cheeks. She could feel it clinging to the delicate contours of her collarbone, sliding downward to cascade over her voluptuous chest, dripping onto her slender, defined waist.

Morgan’s lips curled into a delighted smirk. She traced a finger along the side of the tank, her gaze fixed on Athena’s increasingly messy form. “You’re truly magnificent,” she murmured, her voice low and almost reverent. “A goddess brought low, yet still radiating beauty and power.”

Athena’s movements were chaotic, ****, yet strangely graceful. The sticky mess only served to amplify her allure, its glistening sheen transforming her debasement into a twisted display of unparalleled sensuality.

Morgan leaned closer, her voice a teasing whisper. “Keep going, darling. You wear humiliation so beautifully. Let’s see just how much more divine you can become.”